Intercessor Kill Team Novels & Stories

Pointed it at me with shaking hands. "You're just like Father. So convinced you're right that you can't see the bigger picture. So obsessed with individual dignity that you miss the species dying around you." His finger tightened on the trigger. "At least when I kill you this time, you won't be coming back." Before he could fire, the wall exploded. Amon's shadows poured through the breach, followed by Miranda, Whitney, Fabian, Reginald, and Olyrienne. My entire team, arriving exactly when I needed them.

“I can't put you in such a position; the team and I are trained; we can take care of ourselves and...” “I can take care of myself too, and besides, what can go wrong?” “A lot can go wrong, Ms. Reid. Carl is a trained killer; they kill to survive; this is their normal life: guns, dead bodies, and the team and I were trained to do this, but you...”

Kendall grips her pistol tight around her fingers. "Man, I wish Ghost was here. He loves these types of shit." Gunnar says. The mention of the loss of our comrade and brother felt heavy in my heart as I think the same. The team is only complete with Myles. But we know he's in a better place, as are our hearts and spirit. Myles is with us as our guardian angel. He will guide us and bring us out safely. "Okay," I inhale and let out the tension that built up inside once we arrived. "Let's go."

Alexander’s portable jammer still hissed and sparked at his feet. Only Lorren, bruised and staring at nothing, seemed unable to accept what had just unfolded. “Whisper Team doesn’t retreat,” he whispered to himself. “They don’t pull back. Not unless—” “Outmatched?” Jun snapped. “Looks like somebody just spooked the empire’s favorite boogeymen.” Lorren shook his head sharply. “No. Outmatched is one thing. But Whisper Team is doctrinally incapable of retreating mid-execution unless override codes are triggered from Dominion command. They either finish the target or die doing it.”

The first Volkov agent crashed through the glass before anyone could move. Shards exploded across the ice like frozen rain, and then they were everywhere—pouring through the shattered doors, their silver eyes cutting through the dark arena like cold fire. Twelve of them. Maybe more. I grabbed Marcus by the front of his bloodied jacket and dragged him behind the boards as a wave of pressure slammed into the spot where he'd been standing. "They sent a kill squad," he gasped, pressing a hand to the gash on his forehead. "Not a recruitment team. The voided contract triggered a full termination order. They're here to eliminate everyone."

The pull from the recess jerked, slipped, jerked again like a hook tearing free of meat. “Almost,” Cassandra whispered. “Almost.” Elara forced her failing body to stay present for one more breath, one more drop, one more second of consent to the ending she had chosen. Around her the team held, some holding the process by guarding Cassandra’s work, some holding Kai back from love that would have ruined it. Slowly the ground under that brutal arithmetic, the cancellation at last began to take.

"We don’t have to. But if we want to stop more bloodshed, we need to be better than he was—even if it kills us." I stared at the map, then back at the file. "So we hunt them down. One by one." "And when we catch them?" Dylan asked. I swallowed. "We make them understand the price of this war." By midday, I had assembled a strike team—four loyal members sworn to silence, each one chosen for their skill and unbreakable loyalty. There was Jace, whose scarred face told of battles won; Kora, silent as a shadow with eyes that missed nothing; Theo, the engineer whose gadgets saved lives more often than guns; and Nyla, my closest friend, who had lost family to the Vagaz years ago.

A few minutes later, the announcer officially opened the meeting of the council, and Tenebris spoke. "As you all know, a great tragedy has occurred. King Morfran has been assassinated along with his son, Prince Metis. Therefore, we need to choose a new ruler among us. I suggest that each Elder should name one candidate and then—" "Why bother?" someone called out in a deep, sonorous voice. All heads snapped toward the southern part of the hall. One of the Elders in a red mantle stood up from his chair and bowed curtly toward Abdiel, who clearly seethed in fury.

Jacob turned while making eye contact with me. I nodded my head and turned back while making my way. Everyone followed after me. The anger was running through our nerves. Everybody's goal here is to kill Satan and destroy him. Satan, we are coming—you killed every one of my members, but my team hasn't broken down yet. Jacob, Ronald, Rosie, and Sophia—we are team 5, and we are capable enough to kill you, you evil. We walked a couple of kilometers. Sophia stopped in front of us while making us stop behind her.

"Three teams. Team one creates a distraction. Pulls soldiers away from the altar. Team two breaks through the wards. Team three goes for Black Moon directly." "Who's on team three?" Reynold asked. "Me. Killian. Lila." Dominic looked around the table. "Anyone else?" "I'll go." Gamma raised his hand. "Me too." Another warrior. "And me." Within minutes, team three had fifteen volunteers. More than Dominic wanted but he didn't turn anyone away. "Team one needs a leader." Dominic looked at Reynold. "You up for it?" "Yes, Alpha." "Team two?" Dominic scanned the room.