Chapter Twenty-Three
“The Consortium”
“No trait is more justified than revenge in the right time and place.”
- Meir Kahane
A cabin on the outskirts of St. Petersburg, Russia…
“This will work,” Sophia insisted, glaring impatiently at Adam pacing around the room in agitation.
“You keep saying that!” Adam yelled. “We are here in St. Petersburg, and nothing has gone as planned!”
Their Bermuda team was not answering their last telepathic call. They were the second team after the Antigua team that didn’t answer.
“My mist will work,” Malachi grunted.
“If it will work, why are people not dying?!” Adam growled.
“People have died!” Malachi’s derisive voice echoed through their meeting room.
“Yeah! Our people!” Adam didn’t back down. He was livid and didn’t care that he might be pissing off his allies.
“We can still take them,” Sophia muttered.
“Get Nickolai and his team here,” Malachi said in resignation. “I agree with Sophia. They must have teams out, and this is the most vulnerable that they will be. We attack now. Hit them hard and fast.”
“How the hell did they remove your aerial poison?” Adam was like a dog with a bone.
“Adam, we planned for this,” Sophia said in annoyance. “We need to move now if this plan will work. We knew that they would take out the low-hanging fruit.” Sophia levitated, which was a signal to her two sister witches, who immediately appeared beside her. All three women wore flowing blood-red gowns that they wore not only to entice, but they also wore the gowns to intimidate. “Stay focused!”
The sight of all three witches, when only one witch had been present moments before, stunned both men. However, Adam was happy for it. That meant that he had more resources, more powerful resources. He telepathically called in Nickolai and alerted the rest of his men of the impending attack.
As soon as Adam stepped outside the cabin, his anger of moments before was replaced with hope and a smile. It was approaching midnight, and the ground was covered with several inches of snow.
The woods surrounding the cottage were littered with thousands of immortal soldiers, who had been training for this day for years. Every soldier was powered with a bewitched level of immortality. Adam had made sure of it. He had kept his forces a secret, only bringing out a few hundred to test their proficiency. But with Sophia’s help, they were not only powered but they were also virtually indestructible with bewitched immortality.
Adam refused to think of his last few failed attempts. This felt right. The Petrovs had been thorns in his side for centuries, and today he had finally assembled the perfect team for their elimination.
Sophia and her sisters were still doing that disembodied-levitation thing as the soldiers emerged and assembled as planned. Gathered, they were an ominous sight, and they’d been infused with the kind of power Adam had always wanted for himself. Now he had it, not just in himself but also in his soldiers.
Finally! “Finally, I will rid the world of those fucking Petrovs!”
Adam smiled as the thirst for retribution filled him.
“It’s time!” Adam declared.