Operation Blackbird Novels & Stories

"For now. But he'll verify, and when he doesn't find bodies..." "He'll come looking," Sarah finished. "With everything he has." Vincent leaned against the railing, wincing slightly at the movement. "Blackwood's resources aren't infinite. The operation has government backing, but it's still black budget. Deniable." "Which means?" Antonio prompted. "Which means he can't send in the actual military or FBI," Vincent explained. "He'll use his private team. Twenty, maybe thirty operatives." "Against the five of us," Sarah noted dryly.

"The man who was in your car that day..." "The doctor?" I asked. He nodded. Beside me, Derek quietly took out his phone and switched on the recorder. Mr. Gab closed his eyes briefly before speaking again. "Elian wasn't acting alone, he has been working with Lorenzo... the founder of the Blackwing Organization." The name alone sent chills down my spine. "Blackwing isn't an ordinary criminal group," Mr. Gab continued. "It's a hidden syndicate that controls drug trafficking, contract assassinations, and illegal intelligence operations."

In the end, he still couldn't find the right word to call whatever he was doing. A flash of lightning illuminated the district outside his window, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. He instinctively looked towards the building next to him. The lights on the bookstore flickered before the entire building went dark. His own office lights dimmed for only a second before the backup generator kicked in. Raffy's building didn't seem to have one. Andrew glanced at the flashlight inside his cabinet, then back to Raffy's building. It was a poor excuse. But it would be enough.

Sam felt the ground shift beneath everything he thought he knew. Sam stood motionless. The orchard suddenly felt quieter than before. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. He looked back at the copied dispatch record in his hand. "The replacement bird carried confirmation?" he asked carefully. Elias nodded. "Yes." "And nobody questioned it?" "We did." The old handler sighed. "But the bird wore an official Blackwolf Vanguard leg band." Sam frowned. "Those bands aren't sold." "No." "They're issued." "Exactly." A heavy silence settled between them.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

Black How are you doing today? I'm very sure you're having a wonderful time. I guess you had a wonderful dinner at your girlfriend's mother's home. Aw, how sweet. You never did get to meet my family, did you? Of course, you don't remember. All you did was play me, used me and tossed me aside. Well, I have forgiven you because I'm about to give you a taste of your own medicine.

I hear some surprised whimpers and pain gurgles from the bird’s attack. I open the link to all Blue Meadow and Black Lake warriors now. *Warriors, be aware, Alpha Emerson is aiding our fight with her bird ability. Do not attack the birds, let them help you.* I say just as I slice into a jugular of a rogue who had a warrior pinned down.

Black Hawk's ghost-like presence had almost faded from the organization's collective memory until the day Osprey was attacked, prompting his sudden return. Fueled by vengeance for his brother, Black Hawk summoned the organization's full might. Yet, their efforts paled against Ethan's power. Betrayal from within and a brutal ambush left Black Hawk with a wounded eye and a shattered spirit. Biding his time, Black Hawk recuperated, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back. When Ethan was preoccupied, he launched a fierce assault, only to suffer a grievous defeat. A bullet sent him plunging into the ocean's abyss, his survival hanging by a thread.

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

He selected his favorite poem by Craig Arnold and cleared his throat to begin: Of many reasons I love you, here is one the way you write me from the gate at the airport so I can tell you everything will be alright so you can tell me there is a bird trapped in the terminal all the people ignoring it because they do not know what to do with it except to leave it alone until it scares itself to death it makes you terribly, terribly sad You wish you could take the bird outside and set it free or (failing that) call a bird-understander to come help the bird All you can do is notice the bird and feel for the bird and write to tell me how language feels impossibly useless but you are wrong You are