Chapter 20
Cristov Markus walked through the halls of the museum. A surprising relic had been found, in Ohio of all places. Someone had discovered an ancient blade, one marked with no hammer blow or heat. It was a cold forged blade, though the hilts binding was tested for almost a thousand years old.
He hadn't known what to say when what appeared to be a longsword, of a type familiar. It was even more baffling that the steel was unscratched and in fact, all attempts to check it left no mark upon the weapon.
It still was gleaming as if it were fresh from the forge and polish. It also was marked with a script that was indecipherable by all means they currently had, though it looked similar to ancient Japanese and Egyptian in several ways.
Then he heard it, a scream, and he rushed towards the vault where the blade was stored. An explosion tore through the hallway like a hurricane.
The pain was intense, but he soon felt no more.
* * * * *
Dominique smiled as she watched the fireworks happen. She loved chaos, it was, as they said, her element.
The guards had been easy to eliminate, they had barely seen her before she had killed them both. A psion was hard to stop when they wanted to be. It was easy to make them stand still as she eliminated them, even to using their own weapons to do so.
She was a telepath, one with enough power to be a scanner. The Shop had recruited her because of her abilities as a precog, though she had ditched them soon after as she wiped all mention of herself from the records of all of the parties involved as well as altering the memories of others.
She liked to watch things burn and explode, it had landed her in a psychologists since she was six after torching the neighbors cat.
Slowly Dominique walked into the ruined vault and scanned the area, smiling at the ten deaths caused by her way of breaching the vault. The beast blade was there, still gleaming as she held it in her hand and it began to glow.
Cristov Markus walked through the halls of the museum. A surprising relic had been found, in Ohio of all places. Someone had discovered an ancient blade, one marked with no hammer blow or heat. It was a cold forged blade, though the hilts binding was tested for almost a thousand years old.
He hadn't known what to say when what appeared to be a longsword, of a type familiar. It was even more baffling that the steel was unscratched and in fact, all attempts to check it left no mark upon the weapon.
It still was gleaming as if it were fresh from the forge and polish. It also was marked with a script that was indecipherable by all means they currently had, though it looked similar to ancient Japanese and Egyptian in several ways.
Then he heard it, a scream, and he rushed towards the vault where the blade was stored. An explosion tore through the hallway like a hurricane.
The pain was intense, but he soon felt no more.
* * * * *
Dominique smiled as she watched the fireworks happen. She loved chaos, it was, as they said, her element.
The guards had been easy to eliminate, they had barely seen her before she had killed them both. A psion was hard to stop when they wanted to be. It was easy to make them stand still as she eliminated them, even to using their own weapons to do so.
She was a telepath, one with enough power to be a scanner. The Shop had recruited her because of her abilities as a precog, though she had ditched them soon after as she wiped all mention of herself from the records of all of the parties involved as well as altering the memories of others.
She liked to watch things burn and explode, it had landed her in a psychologists since she was six after torching the neighbors cat.
Slowly Dominique walked into the ruined vault and scanned the area, smiling at the ten deaths caused by her way of breaching the vault. The beast blade was there, still gleaming as she held it in her hand and it began to glow.