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The bank, as expected, wasn’t any help. Jake was standing behind Nadia as she sifted through papers on the table. He was as frustrated as she with the lack of help from the bank or any of the credit card companies she’d called. H mad an irritated sound behind her, “I guess we’re headed to Arizona then. We’ll drive down and stop just across state lines to search for storage units. Bring that statement with the charges on it. He probably didn’t go too far across the line. That wouldn’t make sense.”
“Should I get packed? How long do you think we will be gone?” Nadia looked up at him, her eyebrow raised. “Is this going to take longer than a day?”
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Alan had a bad feeling that he couldn’t explain. The new security recruits had vanished with no trace. He had searched the bathrooms, the bar, the restaurant, and even around the pool. Alan made his way into the office and clicked on the screens. Screen by screen he clicked through footage, looking for the missing men.After several moments, he found a frame of one of the men, Griffin, standing by the elevator. He was headed back down to his post after answering a call to a room on the third floor. Suddenly the door of the elevator opened and Griffin vanished. It appeared there was a glitch and the frame of him stepping on the elevator was missing. It just cut to the doors closing. He frantically clicked to find the next frames, the elevator door opened on each floor going down and there was no one on the elevator.&nbs
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Jake let himself out the back door of the hotel and set the alarm. He quickly found his car around the side and headed out onto the boulevard. In his studies he had come across some information about breaking demonic contracts and he had an idea. It was a dangerous one at best.He had learned that sage could create a space that no evil thing could enter uninvited, which wasn’t enough for the higher level ones he was dealing with. He had learned demons, unless invited or holding a blood seal, could not inhabit or control a person. But in some cases they were notoriously cocky and would try. So he had saged his clothing while Nadia got breakfast and gotten the address to a nearby church. If he burned the seal he was free, but if he did that, they could still attack him; unless he was purified. A priest would be able to purify him, and instruct him how to handle these demon
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Jake left his car at the church. After all, Father Cresson had said it was Holy ground and demons couldn’t touch it. What better place for his prized car? As he walked along the boulevard towards his casino he had a strange feeling he was being followed or watched. He chalked it up to paranoia and shrugged it off. But he knew better. After that session with Father Cresson he felt different. An energy was growing within his solar plexus, spreading a relaxing warmth all over him. Logically, calm was the last thing he should be right now but he felt like he could almost take a nap.So while Nadia and Alan were still resting, Jake relaxed on the sofa in his office. The TV across the room was on, but Jake wasn’t paying much attention to the African lion documentary. His mind wandering, creating almost dream-like hallucinations in the altered half-conscious state. Things he wo
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