Chapter 8
"Hang onto your rears," Anton laughed as he finished strapping into the Phantom, a VTOL transport that had been recovered some time back when his team had gone against a Shop team of blade hawks in northern Ireland. He had stashed it here as a precautionary measure. Lately he had updated it and worked on teasing a little bit more power out of its generators.
It was an interesting craft, a powerful one, he knew it was capable of short hypersonic jaunts, and that was what he was going to use.
"This is your captain speaking," he said into the inter-craft comms, "We're at cruising altitude and about to get some serious speed, so hang on tight, because it will feel like we're blasting off."
"What?" Trouble managed to yelp just as Anton shoved the throttle bar into the full position.
He heard Grub shriek in terror as he felt the G-force suddenly crank up as the afterburners lit to full. The normal stealth gear wasn't going to be helpful on this mission, so full throttle was how it would go.
"WHAT THE D'ARVIT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" he heard a female voice behind him, louder than the engines.
"Getting this mission accomplished," he yelled back as he went low and fast in and out with the engines blazing.
"Anton," he heard Trouble say, "Watch out or she'll kill you, and I'm just beginning to like you."
"Hang onto something real quick because its time to slow down," Anton said with a slight flourish as he pulled back on the throttle as curved the craft to bring it down for a ten point in the coroners parking lot.
"All right," Anton said into the comms, "All of Santa's little helpers time to go get that corpse for your boss."
"What did you just say!" he heard Holly yell with an apparent overdose of irritation as he heard footsteps coming towards him.
He smirked as he opened the hatch and leaped out to land on the soft grass followed by three sets of smaller boots.
"Okay," he said calmly holding up a sheet of paper declaring his permission to remove the body, "No guns or helmets, make sure you don't look to out of place."
He put all of his own visible gear into the aircraft and watched as the elves did the same. With a practiced motion he pulled out a box and opened it to reveal four pairs of sunglasses.
"Just don't get to disoriented," Anton commented as he head off across the lawn and into the building, smiling as he heard them grumble about the computer screen appearing in front of their vision.
He walked in, the black leather gear he always wore flapping around him as he wished his blade was concealable. The Kevlar pockets scattered around the clothes could stop a tank, but not a legion of them like his special gear could.
"You business," came the sound of a shocked man behind the desk, the name plate on the desk read Morgan Blake, but he glanced over at the man.
He placed the papers on the desk and smiled, showing his teeth.
"Right away sir," the man stammered as he rushed back into the morgue and had the body retrieved from the bins.
Grub, holly, and Trouble entered, still staggering slightly about trying to se clearly, prompting Anton to smile more.
Suddenly the man burst back in with the body on a gurney. Anton smiled slightly at him, lowering the glasses as he opened his mind on the mans, dominion was an easy thing for any one with any telepathic ability.
"You will now delete all information on that body from your computer and forget it ever existed, we were here to deliver a message and nothing more," Anton said as the man seemed to be in a stupor as he pocketed the paper and walked out.
"Hang onto your rears," Anton laughed as he finished strapping into the Phantom, a VTOL transport that had been recovered some time back when his team had gone against a Shop team of blade hawks in northern Ireland. He had stashed it here as a precautionary measure. Lately he had updated it and worked on teasing a little bit more power out of its generators.
It was an interesting craft, a powerful one, he knew it was capable of short hypersonic jaunts, and that was what he was going to use.
"This is your captain speaking," he said into the inter-craft comms, "We're at cruising altitude and about to get some serious speed, so hang on tight, because it will feel like we're blasting off."
"What?" Trouble managed to yelp just as Anton shoved the throttle bar into the full position.
He heard Grub shriek in terror as he felt the G-force suddenly crank up as the afterburners lit to full. The normal stealth gear wasn't going to be helpful on this mission, so full throttle was how it would go.
"WHAT THE D'ARVIT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" he heard a female voice behind him, louder than the engines.
"Getting this mission accomplished," he yelled back as he went low and fast in and out with the engines blazing.
"Anton," he heard Trouble say, "Watch out or she'll kill you, and I'm just beginning to like you."
"Hang onto something real quick because its time to slow down," Anton said with a slight flourish as he pulled back on the throttle as curved the craft to bring it down for a ten point in the coroners parking lot.
"All right," Anton said into the comms, "All of Santa's little helpers time to go get that corpse for your boss."
"What did you just say!" he heard Holly yell with an apparent overdose of irritation as he heard footsteps coming towards him.
He smirked as he opened the hatch and leaped out to land on the soft grass followed by three sets of smaller boots.
"Okay," he said calmly holding up a sheet of paper declaring his permission to remove the body, "No guns or helmets, make sure you don't look to out of place."
He put all of his own visible gear into the aircraft and watched as the elves did the same. With a practiced motion he pulled out a box and opened it to reveal four pairs of sunglasses.
"Just don't get to disoriented," Anton commented as he head off across the lawn and into the building, smiling as he heard them grumble about the computer screen appearing in front of their vision.
He walked in, the black leather gear he always wore flapping around him as he wished his blade was concealable. The Kevlar pockets scattered around the clothes could stop a tank, but not a legion of them like his special gear could.
"You business," came the sound of a shocked man behind the desk, the name plate on the desk read Morgan Blake, but he glanced over at the man.
He placed the papers on the desk and smiled, showing his teeth.
"Right away sir," the man stammered as he rushed back into the morgue and had the body retrieved from the bins.
Grub, holly, and Trouble entered, still staggering slightly about trying to se clearly, prompting Anton to smile more.
Suddenly the man burst back in with the body on a gurney. Anton smiled slightly at him, lowering the glasses as he opened his mind on the mans, dominion was an easy thing for any one with any telepathic ability.
"You will now delete all information on that body from your computer and forget it ever existed, we were here to deliver a message and nothing more," Anton said as the man seemed to be in a stupor as he pocketed the paper and walked out.