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Chapter 23
Things are not going well
Xander leaves the patrol car hoping to escape from the brewing wrath bubbling inside Ryn. Worry over Hope and Ben has morphed into something sinister.
That girl is going to cause me to bury a lot of bodies. He shudders at the thought.
"Good evening officer." The tall young woman's greeting to Xander is flavored with a European accent.
"Good evening to you, mam." He answers, taken back by the stature of the attractive stranger.
"Good to see police. This is so desolate." Her shoulder length blond hair catches a stiff breeze from the vacant lot next to the diner. A soft smile flashes on her face. She pulls the open black sweater closed. Her well-proportioned bust still prominent. "It can be scary here in America." The woman's voice sounds demure and a bit coquettish.
"Yes, my sister will feel safe now." The younger man's voice contains the same inflection as the woman.
"Is there some trouble at the motel? I don't want to worry." The blond foreigner shivers as if from fear from her own words.
"Oh, no. Just a routine patrol." Xander checks the empty two way road and begins to cross.
"Where are you guys from?" He asks.
"We are from," they answer simultaneously.
The woman chuckles and then speaks.
"We are from Poland."
As the headlights of a passing car illuminate the row of motel rooms, Xander's vision causes him to draw his weapon.
"Ryn!" He calls to the person waiting in the patrol car. "Stay put. Keep your eyes open.
Turning to the couple before him. "And you two stay here, there is a man with a gun across the road."
A damp mist is propelled onto the lawman's face. His head droops as he drops to his knees. His automatic falls to the ground.
A loud hissing sound is heard from the opened police car's door.
"Ahh!" The man with the bloated looking sleeping gas-gun lets out an agonizing grunt. Then he is silent. Petite hands have just snapped his neck.
In an instant, the tall blond is doubled over as Ryn collides headfirst into her stomach. The woman and her 9mm fly onto the two lane highway.
Ryn stands to assist the fallen Xander. Bending down, her ears twitch from the noise to her rear.
"You die." It is the blond agent.
In one motion, Ryn picks up Xander's firearm and flings it as if it is a frisbee. Striking the Russian in the throat causing the handgun to slip to the ground.
Amid screeches and gasps for air, the tall foreigner falls to her side.
Ryn walks over to the squirming figure.
"I want you alive."
A hand taking the shape of a claw grabs the injured woman and drag her to the patrol car. Pulling her onto the passenger seat, she looks at her prisoner.
"I learn this on land." Ryn states between cliched teeth.
"Ohh!" The woman grunts out before unconsciousness streams through her body.
Ryn looks at her balled up fist after using it to thump the Russian's cheek.
"I like this. Human way good sometime."
She stops her declaration and clutches her chest.
"Hope, my Hope. Ben!" She walks over to the dead male agent and picks up the strange looking pistol. Then retrieves the female agent's firearm and crosses the secluded road.
Her eyes widen as Ryn sees the figure of an armed man crouching below the window of a motel room.
The figure moves toward the door.
In a trance-like state, Ryn walks unmoved by the high beams from a passing van as it lights up the road. This warning to the oblivious pedestrian is ignored. The focused woman ignores the blaring horn as she continues with the 9mm handgun raised.
As the squatting man touches the doorknob, she aims the weapon at his head.
"Mama!" Shouts Hope. "Sean!" She jumps from the truck and screams. "Sean is good. Sean is good."
Sean turns his head and sees the intense expression on Ryn. Florescent rays bounce from her face. The combination of the light and strained facial muscles give her the appearance of a crazed killer.
"Mama, mama," Hope throws her arms around the stunned woman, breaking her mother from the murderous spell she cast over herself.
"Hope, you are…" Seeing the now young teenage girl gives a mile shock to the woman. Though, she expected this. "You have grown. Land does not change your destiny."
"I guess this is your mom?" Sean asks, as he remains seated with his back to the wall of the room.
"Stop!" Demands Rodd, as he thrusts the door open.
"Get in. All of you." After pointing the handgun in their direction, he turns on the light.
"Put those guns on here." He shoves the wicker chair to the open door.
"Make one wrong move and your precious Ben gets it." Robb walks toward the bed. The barrel of his automatic pointed directly at Ben's head.