Chapter 8: The Delivered
Meisner opened the fridge and was happy to see it well-stocked with produce, milk and juice. He is already here, thought Meisner. He pulled a small roll of duct tape out of his bag, pulled off two long strips and pasted a small X in on the front window of the house. He returned to the kitchen and came back with a small cup of grapes for Diana. She smiled, shook her head and went back to her coloring.
Meisner sat down on the couch with a small glass of whiskey. Slipping past the border had been easier than he had thought. He had planned to carry Diana through a rugged hill pass that was under-guarded, but when they had arrived at the border, he was dismayed to find three border patrol men on active duty. Meisner had been debating on whether to turn around or take the men down, when all of a sudden, all three men just dropped flat onto the ground. Unconscious, but alive. When he had turned around, he had seen those familiar violet eyes. The same eyes that had watched the King plummet to his death.
Soon, his mission would be over. He was going to miss that child. He had delivered her into the world and here he was again to deliver her to her place in this Wesen game. It was a game that had swept him up when he lost Elena. His beautiful Elena. His fuschbau shot straight in the heart by a Jundjager, after weeks of torture by the royals. He had promised to avenge her and he had never looked back.
A knock on the door pulled him straight back to the present. Diana's eyes glowed violet. Meisner crept slowly to the window as he pulled his gun out of its holster. He was here. Meisner pulled the door open and in walked Sean Renard.