Novel & Cerita Supernatural Truck Route 666

] The wind was cutting through like a knife the following night. The Southside Junkyard sat far from the city, and the rusted streetlights flickered on and off. A black Range Rover was parked in the shadows with its trunk open. Stella stood beside it, her black trench coat snapping in the wind. "Mr. Thompson, right on time." "Where's the merchandise?" She tapped the trunk. Inside was a large black medical body bag, swollen and full. "Read her for me. I need to know where she hid a microchip before she died."

He starts driving as he talks. “I have Delaney, Oston, and Brad chasing down the truck. There are four teams, of four, taking as many routes to Vulcan as possible. One is taking the fastest route, while the other three are taking more of the secondary highways. Hopefully that way if they stop along the way we can find them. Brad called from Waskateneau Callum has been leaving a bit of a bread trail using paint. They were able to link Callum for a bit, Alaina and Grant are alive, and he was able to link them for a bit but he was pretty sure that they were dosed with some wolfsbane, or something, as the link cut out.”

“Stay close to the towns. Don’t use the rural roads. They’re much more dangerous.” “Thank you for everything,” Emma told the woman before grabbing her things and leaving. Emma went into the grocery store and bought some supplies and put them in a bag she had bought earlier. She saved some money from the road and started walking. She was lucky to find a truck that was going down south. It was carrying animal manure. She promised to pay her fare so the driver let her go with him. The journey would have been perfect if not for the stinky manure in the back. The manure had been made from bat faeces and they smelled really horrible. It was hard to ignore. Her supernatural senses did not make thin

He replied and left the RV. “Head to the city you were going to, have dinner, then turn around and head back. Trackers are heading in this direction. They’ll get distracted and you’ll make it home. They’re looking for Logan. Your vehicle smells like him. Get going.” Winston told us and left as well. I looked at the camera. Buddy gave the go sign and hit record. “So, it seems we have nothing to fear from the supernaturals who are rebelling against our government. Our, possibly, puppet government. One that may, in fact, be run by supernaturals who want to keep us weak.

The operation was unlike any other. Lukas sat near the exit of the truck, allowing him to see the other four trucks behind the convoy filled with the recently sent 666IB soldiers from other Outpost Detachments. Most of them had seen a fair share of Hell and doesn't need any form of watered down instructions unlike with the rookies who were clueless about almost everything.

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He’s in constant link with his pack, they would know about survivors, and I’m guessing the fact they’re chasing down the vampires who ran, and no one but Colton is shepherding one of us away, means they already checked. He shakes his head, unable to look at me and I catch his furrowed brow and the gleam of moisture glazing his eyes in the mirror over his head. He ups a gear, pushing the truck to dangerous speeds as we head out of the valley and up onto the main road that takes us around the perimeter and out to the south.

“We choke their supply lines. The Maretti trucks stop getting waved through. We re-route their bribes into dead mailboxes. A delivery goes bad at Dock 12. Another ‘loses’ a wheel on Route 9. By the time they realize they’re hungry, supper’s already cold.” “Spook?” Vince prompted, like a good teacher setting up a student to prove she knew her lesson and had added a new page. “Ambushes,” she said, without apology. “Smart ones. Inconvenient ones. We take their cockiest boys’ pride without taking their heads.” Her finger circled three intersections where sightlines lied if you weren’t from here. “Tire irons on hubcaps, not hammers on skulls. We leave them explaining why they called a tow instead

A shiver ran up my spine and I turned and ran down the hall, the main staircase and out the front door. The car parked in front was a powder blue, 1967 Shelby, GT500 Super Snake, white leather interior, I jumped inside and revved the engine and sped away from the castle, a gate came into view, and I stopped. A thin, tall, very pale man walked out in front of the car and opened the gate, and I sped through, not wanting to be anywhere near these vampires during the night. My skin crawled as his eyes flashed red at me and I mustered a smile as I stepped on the gas. I drove down to the end of the road and stopped, I had 2 choices right or left, I had no idea where I was and no cell phone to u