Disclaimers: Please see Part One
2 February 2015
Boston Is Burning

Part 39 The streets have eyes

Travers and Post felt the power of the demon lord. This time the gift they were given was youth. Both men felt as if they were now less than half their original ages. This made them both in the prime of their lives. The bodies they now had were that of men in their late twenties or early thirties and they were fit. If both men were honest they were in fact in the best shape of their lives. While the witch was not as powerful as some the promise of more soon was enough to gain this boon. The demon lord had decided younger fitter minions would secure more powerful sacrifices and perhaps ensure more rapid success. Not to mention that their new forms in no way resembled the beings that the slayer and her comrades would be looking for. The men could now hide in plain sight and few if any would recognize them.

"Well I must say this was far more than I expected." Post said.

"Indeed however I do believe it was a bit of a reward and an insurance policy. This will make if far harder for the slayers and their allies to recognize us and it will make hunting the beings we wish to sacrifice easier." Travers said with a grin. He knew their newly revitalized forms were attractive and many of the witches would find them attractive enough. The forms were as much bait as well as being powerful enough to hold the magic and kidnap more victims.

"Ah like the slayer bait because if I do say so myself we are handsome fellows."

"Indeed we are we should clean up this place a bit then leave. No point in risking getting caught. While I believe the wards you set will have contained the power of the ritual I see no point in taking any undo risks."

"A valid point Quinton, we could dump the body in the bay. Let the fishes feed on it. Waste not want not and all that green rubbish. I do believe the witch would approve as it would help Mother Nature feed her fishes." It was the most dignity he would allow for the fallen witch. A part of him did still believe in balance of a sort. While he craved power it would not due to anger the spirits by being totally disrespectful and wasteful. It would also help dispose of the body and destroy any evidence which of course was the point.

"Yes fitting I suppose as this witch did love the water. I suppose it would be less then feeding her to the pigs. It is also closer then the slaughter house. I do hate to have to transport bodies too far. No point in straining ourselves or our magic." With that he levitated the body out the door and tossed it off the pier. This warehouse they had used was in an older rundown part of the docks and it was perfect for their ritual and disposing of the witch. The two men were walking away even before the body hit the water and neither looked back or gave it a second though. They got into the car and drove away and with a flip of a switch the fire bomb went off obliterating the warehouse and any evidence of foul play. If the mob was involved now in helping the police they could take no chances in their being caught and leave no ritual site up to be found. Sadly the gangs of Boston and knew the empty warehouses well and they would have sooner or later found this place. Better to leave no traces. The men headed out confident in their covering of their tracts. Sadly for them they had not seen the small preteen hiding in the shadows who took off running to find Rondo and pass on what she had seen. Emma Magnus was a street kid but at 10 she knew the back ways and alleys better than most. She would find Rondo and pass on this news. Maybe he could help. It had been scary as she seen the men kill that woman. It had been too late to help her but she could tell she could help catch them. Tears rolled down her face as she ran to tell Rondo. He would know what to do he was smart like that. The street kids all knew Rondo he looked out for them the best he could and he did not judge or try to force them into foster care. He knew people and he could help maybe warn the coven. If someone was hunting them they had to know. Because the covens they were all good people and they always helped the street kids and adults. Food, blankets and medicine when you were sick, they let the kids help out for pocket money. Emma ran sacred out of her mind.

The press was of course all over the story of the deaths and the rather gruesome way they had occurred. Some in the press core even had the audacity to suggest it was the beginning of a gang war and that the Irish were using brutality to make their point. As the group watched the news they saw the anger at this suggestion appear on Paddy's face. This more than anything else convinced Cavanah that he had absolutely nothing to do with the murders nor did he approve. While Cavanah truly hated Paddy Doyle and would not dump a bottle of water on him if he burned he could and did accept that Paddy had a code of sorts. It was only the fact that his own family had died in a burning building that had him wonder a bit. Just then there was a pause as the reporter stopped and appeared to be listening into their ear piece.

"Breaking new just in. There is a massive fire on the old Boston Pier. We will be transferring over to that scene momentarily. I an will of course keep the citizen updated on this story but for now over to Jonas Whitmore."

"Thank you Fred. M P N has just arrived at the scene as you can see the warehouse behind me in engulfed in flames. Boston's finest fire fighters are all here battling this blaze in an attempt to keep it from spreading. Fortunately this area is mostly empty and condemned warehouses so perhaps the damage can be contained. I am more concerned for our brave fire fighters then the loss of property as one would assume it is insured." Jonas explained. "The fire seems to be burning rather hot and that raises some questions as to if this might well be arson."

Korsak shut the volume down and turned back to the group. "Well hopefully there will be no bodies in that mess."

The others could only agree and they all attempted to get back to work as they had much to do before their evening meetings.

TBC….