Kael
"Kael," Rhett's voice crackled through the radio, tight with tension. "Kael, we have a problem."
I pressed the radio to my ear. "What kind of problem?"
"Armed men. A lot of them. They just pulled up in five black vans."
My stomach dropped. "How many?"
"I'm counting... forty-seven, forty-eight..." Rhett paused. "Fifty. There are fifty of them."
"Describe them," I said sharply. "What are they wearing?"
"Black tactical gear. Military grade. But that's not the weird part." Rhett's voice lowered. "They're all wearing masks. Full face masks. No skin showing. They move in perfect formation. Completely silent. Kael, they don't move like normal fighters. They move like..."
"Like what?" I demanded, though the chill in my gut was slowly spreading.
"I don't know, they moved with such a gait that you might think they're like us. Maybe they're were creatures."
I closed my eyes. Fuck.
"Kael?" Rhett said. "What is it? What are they?"
