Rufus' POV
I examined the wound on my shoulder. Bleeding but manageable. As I cleaned the injury I kept glancing at one of the few monitors I had set up for surveillance. The screen on the bottom right occupied most of my thoughts. I stared at the limp unconscious form that lay on the cement floor of the room the video depicted. I smiled and resumed my task.
That's one problem off my list, for now.
I glanced at the screen next to the first and I was suddenly angry.
The three of them had had a plan, but how? They only even saw each other once, and I was closely watching them that whole time. How had they managed to come up with a successful idea when barley anything had been said.
I shook my head. I considered knowledge that I should have thought about in the first place. The Chosen One was too clever to keep around, I need to get the ceremony over with and dispose of that whole blasted family, and soon.
Inevitably I thought of the escape. One second I had it all under control, the next those damn kids were running and gaining distance. I pulled out a gun, big mistake, Nina pried it from my grasp and held it out ready to shoot me. I should stop underestimating the little bitch, I called out her bluff and the next thing I knew she put a bullet in my shoulder. I looked at the monitor again, she got what she deserved.
I leaned back in my chair and contemplated my next course of action. I smiled when the idea came to me. I would have to summon a spirit, but then again I could very influential when I wanted to be especially when someone wanted that child dead as much as I did.