There is always so much that we have to consider. The consequences of our actions and inactions. Steps taken...and not taken. Regrets of not reaching out his hand at certain times. Fury at the people that had betrayed him and forced him into exile back into the plane of Earth. Where he had stayed for all these years. Watching them progress through the years. Though he was not idle. No. He had been here before and as such already had assets in place to begin again. 

 

After he had been cared for by his good friend, Shani, he had thought of staying. The thought had weighed very heavily on his mind. However, the price on his head and the threat of what might come had proved too much for his honor. So he left in the middle of the night with a letter of thanks and deep appreciation as well as his necklace which bore the tooth of the first Lycan he had killed. It was over 20,000 years old and bore writing of a forgotten language. He hoped it would help her remember him by. 

 

After that, he had traveled the world requiring his wealth and slowly growing his presence in the underworld of the assassination world. Working from Egypt, Japan, England, and eventually the United States after it formed. He would join in wars and fight from the shadows taking out the worst enemies. Even attempting a shot at Hitler but missing by a door frame. Hell who wouldn’t have tried that one? 

 

Now in the modern-day, he had formed a paramilitary black ops group that worked with governments, corporations, and individuals around the world on missions that were either too hot for their forces or were out of their jurisdiction. Hence Rogue Inc was born. 

 

Havana, Cuba

 

The hum of the aircraft engines was comforting as Fradimeir checked his gear one more time. Standing up he looked at the two others that were coming with him. Jacks and Tank, both seasoned and had been working with him for a long time. They should do well on this mission. The plane hit turbulence and his balance kept him from even being phased by it. Tank looked at him and shook his head. “Boss I don’t know how you do that. Gets me every time. You ride them like waves.” 

 

Fradmeir smiles. “It’s an old trick. Maybe I’ll show it to you some time.” 

 

With that, he activated the large screen in front of them which showed a layout of Havana city. Pointing to the jungle area just outside the city. “This is our insertion point.” 

 

Then dragging his fingers until he reached the massive church complex near the center of the city. “This is our target location. It is a cult, church, bullsh*t. But they are serious and they have the support of the Cuban government military forces.” 

 

“What is the target?” Jacks asked.

 

“There are two hostages, both kids, female. Daughters of a Senator of the US Congress.”

 

“So we are doing a babysitting mission?” Tank asked. 

 

“This won’t be easy,” Fradimeir said, raising an eyebrow. 

 

‘Two minutes’, Came the pilot’s voice over the intercom. 

 

“Saddle up. It's time to do this.” Fradimeir said. Both men cheered and raised their hands and went to finish getting their gear and their parachutes.  

 

A few minutes later they jumped off the plane and flew through the air towards the ground. The city showed bright below them as also was very clear their dropzone, the very dark jungle to the east of the city. 

 

Soon they landed and hid their chutes under the foliage to not give away their position. Signaling for them to move they made their way towards the city. As they reached the edge of the city he held up his fist calling them to a stop. Looking at his watch on his arm he noted the time and silently counted down the time. Suddenly a flash over the city went off and every light in the city went dark as a small EMP detonated. 

 

Signally his men forward they began making their way through the streets as the sound of panic and confusion began to fill the city. 

 

Church of Ra

 

Standing behind the desk Dominic looked over a map of Cuba and sighed. Their influence was growing but not as fast as his benefactors would prefer it to be. They had funded this push substantially which had allowed him to capture the eye of the government and make an inroad into the US. 

 

Glancing over to the woman who sat across from him he smiled. Once they gained that foothold there would be so much more he would be able to do. Here in Havana, they were limited no matter what kind of support they got. 

 

“Sire we have reports of aircraft over the city.” One of the Clerics spoke softly behind him. 

 

Arching an eyebrow he turned and walked over to the small command center they had set up at the base of the bell tower. Looking over the radar screens he could see that there was a stealth aircraft trying to avoid contact. 

 

“Let the airforce know.” Dominic said, “And prepare for guests...He is coming.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Oh yes. I can feel him.”

 

Turning to the woman. “I am afraid we will have to move you downstairs to a more secure location.” 

 

She simply smiled as she stood up letting the black leather jacket she wore flow about her body and moved to the door. The Clerics at the door moved out of her way and bowed. 

 

“See to it she is not disturbed,” Dominic said as the power shut down. 

 

Glancing up he laughed. “So you wish to do this like the old days.” 

 

The Woman walked down the dark hall towards a very heavy wooden and iron door which opened and creaked as it moved to the side. As she passed through it the door closed behind her with a slam and clicked as heavy locks from the top to bottom slid shut. 

 

She walked down stone steps, the click of her heels echoing against the wet stone walls. The air was musty as the smell of blood soon became apparent. This was her domain. 

 

Moving to the right she waved her hand as a mass in the center of the room began to spin and glow a bright green. 

 

Dark City

Fradimeir and his unit had taken care of several unit patrols as they had encountered them heading to the church. All had been military but had been led by an individual dressed as a cleric. His two comrades did not understand the relevance of this, but he did. It meant that this group had infiltrated much deeper than he had thought. 

 

His radio beeped and he signaled for them to stop as he tapped the button on his neck. “Go ahead, overwatch.”

 

‘Overwatch to the ground team, we have been compromised. Enemy aircraft have detected us and are engaging. Unable to lose them. Heading out of the area.’ The radio crackled. 

 

“Overwatch! Come in!” Fradimeir said. 

 

Suddenly there was an explosion over the city to the east as a plane exploded due to a missile strike. With his enhanced vision he could see it was their plane. Bowing his head he sighed. 

 

“Looks like we are on our own from here on out.”

 

“We should scrap it, sir.” Said Jacks. Tank nodded as he held his weapon at the ready scanning for enemies on the empty alley they were currently holding the position in. 

 

Fradimeir shook his head, “We will not end this mission. We have to clear that church and try to rescue that target!”

 

His voice was stern and his gaze could have killed. They both visibly stiffened their backs and nodded silently. 

 

Moving on they finally got to the church and took up a heightened position so they could see what they were walking into.  

 

“Jacks take a sniper position there,” Fradimeir said pointing to the west side of the square.

 

“Tank you are with me as we move in from the east and take out the perimeter guard and then move in. After we get in Jacks will be our outer guard.”

 

“Copy” came from both men. 

 

They moved out and made their way to the position. Once there they got confirmation and began moving in. Sniper rounds began ringing out, taking Clerics out as they flew left and right with bullets flying through their skulls, blood spraying out as the high caliber rounds broke through bone and brain matter. 

 

Fradimeir moved through with knives taking out Clerics by cutting their thoughts and disemboweling their bodies. Spilling blood and guts as they went. Leaving no one alive as they went. Finally making it to the entrance. Wiping the blood on his leg he looked back and smiled it was a good kill he thought. Clicking his radio on. 

 

“Jacks keep an eye on our back while we are inside. We should have the target in 15. We will radio if there is trouble.”

 

“Copy. Happy hunting.”

 

With that, they entered the house. 

 

Dark Church

 

As soon as they entered they were under fire. He pushed Tank to the right and down as bullets hit the door behind them where their heads had just been. Hitting the floor in a roll and slamming into a door they slapped the door handle and it opened. Pushing the door they quickly checked the room as they entered it and slammed the door closed behind them as they fired blindly behind them. 

 

Looking around they were in a conference room with another door on the other side of the room. Reaching up and flipping the lock on the door Fradimeir motioned for them to move forward as he moved to the door and quietly opened it. Leaning out of it he looked both ways and found a dark hallway with no one in it. Motioning for Tank to follow they heard the other door being slammed and wiggled as someone tried to open it. Hurrying out they closed the other door and made their way down the hall deeper into the church. 

 

Coming across a couple of Clerics they were able to make silent work of them. But then the ones following caught up and bullets came spraying down the hall again. Turning back towards them Fradimeir fired three rounds hitting the wall just next to the one guy firing. Another had come up to the right and was now also firing. 

 

Tank fired and got that guy. Fradimeir focused and hit the other one in the arm disabling his weapon ability. Moving to him he kicked the weapon away. Pulling him up and grabbing him by the throat he pushed him up against the wall. 

 

“Where is the Senator’s Daughter?”

 

The man just laughed. 

 

Tightening his grip. Fradimeir with his other hand dug his fingers into the bullet wounds on the man’s arms causing him to scream in pain. Tank looked around nervously wondering if others were going to hear them. 

 

Fradimeir stopped and asked again. “Where is the Senator’s Daughter?” 

 

“Y...You will have to do to be...Gah..better than that you piece of sh*t hybrid.” the Cleric said. 

 

Sighing, he nodded. Looking at Tank he thought for a second. 

 

“Tank can you scout ahead and see if there are any point guards?”

 

“Uh..sure Boss.” Tank said unsure of the strange request. Heading off he went around the corner. 

 

As soon as he was gone Fradimeir turned back to the Cleric. “Are you sure you want to play these games with me you Ra deviant f***?”

 

The man just laughed again. 

 

Grabbing the man’s injured arm he let his grip tighten harder and harder the man began to scream as the pain increased to the breaking point. Bone crushed beneath his grip. Then he twisted and pulled and ripped the arm off. It tore at the elbow because when he twisted it broke the elbow off from his humerus and everything with it. The man screamed in horror as he held it up. He wasn't feeling pain anymore as he was in shock and his nerve endings were all firing at once right now. 

 

“Tell me what I want to know! Or I will rip off something else that you care about!” Fradimeir said. A crazed look on his face and eyes. 

 

“She is here….she is here. But. She is different from what we thought.” He began to stutter as he slid down the wall as Fradimeir let him go from his grip. Blood loss and shock were beginning to take their toll on him. “She is evil….” 

 

He died. The smell of blood on the floor filled the air and Fradimeir closed his eyes as it filled his nostrils. His fangs had extended and he made a conscious effort for them to retract. Dropping the arm next to the dead Cleric he turned and walked away and met up with Tank. 

 

“So did the Dude give us anything?” Tank asked. 

 

“Yeah. She is here but she may not be friendly. So be on your toes.” 

 

“Copy that.” 

 

They made their way to the center of the church taking out Clerics as they went. Meeting pretty low resistance. Which seemed odd. Reaching the center of the church they found the command center that had been set up. It was pretty large for what he had thought was a small organization. 

 

“Look around and see what you can find. It looks like they have abandoned ship.” Fradimeir said. 

 

Heading to what looked like the commander’s hooch he rummaged through some shelves and found a book with the eye of RA on in. As he opened he found writing that was part hieroglyphs and part English. Being he could read both he could make out what it was saying. It was a journal of sorts. Deciding it was worth taking he tucked it into his vest. Continuing to rummage he found a bunch of old Egyptian artifacts and even some modern versions of ancient Egyptian artifacts as if someone was trying to recreate the culture. 

 

Turning he found a map of the world. He soon found that there were several points of interest and possible bases or compounds of this group. Taking out his phone he flipped to the camera and took several pictures of the map and the command center and artifacts. 

 

“Boss. I found a basement.” Tank called out. 

 

Fradimeir came over and looked at the stone staircase that led down to the heavy door. They must be hiding something big under there. Gripping his weapon in both hands he nodded down towards the door and they both quietly made their way down the stairs towards the door. When they reached it he looked at the tall door and wondered how to open it. There was no handle or keypad. Running his hands along the sides and center of the door he shook his head and shrugged. 

 

“Maybe I should knock.” He said. 

 

Suddenly they heard several clicks and the door opened. 

 

Acolytes of Ra

 

The door had opened and Fradimeir and Tank entered. After they entered the heavy door snapped shut with a slam and very heavy locks clicked shut. There was no way for them to open the door again without blowing the door. For now, that option was not needed. Turning they decided to investigate this basement. It was made of black stone. It reminded Fradimeir of black marble. 

 

There was a long hallway that led to a far doorway and in that doorway was coming a shimmering green light. A humming sound could also be heard. 

 

Tank started to move forward and Fradimeir stopped him. 

 

“Look, you may see some weird things...and I mean WEIRD things. I want you to try and hold your sh*t together. Got it?” Fradimeir said as his bright neon blue eyes stared deep into Tank’s. 

 

“Uh um. Yeah sure, Boss. You got it.” Tank said, shrugging. Not sure what that was about. He checked his weapon and sidearm and repositioned himself next to Fradimeir. 

 

They both move forward down the dark hall and reach the doorway where the glowing light is coming from the sight that greets them is one out of a weird fantasy book. In the middle of the circular room is a blue fire pit with a man that had been crucified. His blood was trickling down his chest from wounds all over his body as well as from where nails had been driven into his hands and feet. All around him were five naked men in various stances of crouching and chants. Walking among them with black and blue paint all over her body was their target, Sherry Travis. Except none of their intel had stated that she was a witch. She was chanting in ancient Egyptian as her eyes glowed a similar neon blue to Fradimeir’s. 

 

On the other side was a man draped in shadow. But as he stepped forward into the shifting light Fradimier let his rifle lower as his jaw did as well. His eyes fell on a man he had not seen for nearly 10,000 years. A man he had destroyed...not killed. Not murdered. Destroyed. 

 

“Dominic.” Fradimeir said. 

 

Dominic smiled softly as he raised his hands to his side. “Not bad for a man you vaporized is it not?”

 

“How?”

 

“By the grace of Ra, the gods that you have turned your back on.” Dominic retorted.

 

Fradimeir raised his rifle again but was struck from behind by a strong hand as two guards came in and rushed Fradimeir and Tank. Tank turned and fought the man and found it was a Jackal. “What the f***!” He said. 

 

Fradimeir wrapped his legs around the Jackal that had him and twisted getting out of its grip and reversing it to where he now held its neck. Twisting it he heard a snap but the beast continued to attack as if unphased. Pulling the ancient dagger from the sheath on his shin he stabbed it into the temple of the black beast and its brain. Killing it. 

 

Resheathing his knife he took his rifle and shot the other jackal in the head as it slumped dead on top of Tank. 

 

“I told you...strange.” 

 

Turning to Dominic and the others in the room they both were suddenly lifted off the floor and flew against the wall. 

 

Fradimeir gasped as it felt like a car was pressing against his chest and lungs. His eyes met those of Sherry. The one he had supposedly come to rescue. Had it been all a sham? 

 

“Sherry...we are here to res….rescue you.” Fradimeir struggled to speak. “Your father is wor...worried about you.”

 

The woman laughed. Twisting her hand the pressure lessoned on Fradimeir but not Tank. “Rescue? My Father?.” She paused and tilted her head. Her glowing eyes stared straight into his soul. 

 

“I belong to Ra and my Father will meet his judgment when he arrives.” She said. “You will be worthy of sacrifices.”

 

Fradimeir knew at that point the mission had changed. There was no rescue mission. It was a hit and run on this cult. Realizing he was able to move his hand slightly he reached a pouch on his wrist and grabbed a small metallic ball and got it in his hand. 

 

“Ra is dead. I destroyed him and his light.” Fradimeir said. 

 

Sherry waved her hand and from the chest of the man that was crucified in the center came out shards of obsidian that then spun around him killing the other men as they flew through their skulls. The blue fire then engulfed all six of the now-dead men. The obsidian, still flying now flew at Fradimeir and Tank. The shards were the size of your standard knife as six penetrated his chest and nailed him to the wall he turned his head against the force still holding him against the wall and watched with anger as the shards tore through the body armor of Tank’s chest and killed him. 

 

“You bastards!” Fradimeir yelled as he fought against the hold on him and nearly pushed himself off the wall despite Sherry’s hold on him and the obsidian pinning him to the wall. 

 

She paused and tilted her head. “How?...hybrids should have a toxic almost deadly reaction to obsidian.”

 

She turned to Dominic. “You told me he was half Vampire and half Lycan. This should have worked!” 

 

Dominic held up his hands to calm her. “It's no matter. We will find out later why it's not working.” 

 

Holding up his radio. “Have you