I sigh and answer Doc’s question, “I’m sure, the water says he’s still alive, although I’m reasonably certain that it’s willing to change that if I want it to.”
Coen’s eyebrows rise, “Yep, that’s definitely not normal water. Alright, let's do this.”
I smile at his nonchalance and then pull the water back, it comes easily, wrapping around me and then dissipating again, as the magic settles back down.
I feel different.
Stronger.
By the time that I’m finished assessing this newfound power and have tuned back into the room, the others have secured The Owner.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Van
Switching to the right channel on the comms, I say, “We have secured The Owner, we’re bringing him out now. Have the transport and the convoy ready.”
“Yes, sir,” comes the reply.
I click off and turn to the others, “Reed, you keep hold of him. Coen, go ahead and clear the path in case anyone gets in the way. Doc and I will follow behind. He’s going straight into the van, and they’ll leave immediately to head to the portal and then on to the prison, to prevent any chance of escape and lessen the distress on any of the prisoners that are still here.”
“Got it,” Reed says as he picks up The Owner like he weighs nothing.
We all get into the right formation as we head out the door.
We haven’t made it that far down the hallway when a door to the right of us opens, and Coen makes quick work of dispatching and securing the person who came out of it.
I call in to the team who are collecting the secured guards that we have captured before someone else can free them, and then we carry on.
When we push through the doors, the van is waiting right outside of them. It’s not only armored and can withstand most physical attacks, but it’s also protected against all things magical.
Reed isn’t gentle as he throws The Owner into the back of the van, and we secure the doors.
“All set,” I say to the driver. “You will be the middle van in the convoy, but switch it up occasionally to keep people guessing. Do not stop for any reason.”
“Understood,” he nods, thankfully taking me seriously.
I wait and watch them drive away before I turn back to the guys, “Back into the fray then guys.”
Coen grins, “I’m ready to get my fight on. I was getting fed up with having shit thrown at me.”
“Me too,” Doc grins.
I smile and silently thank whoever it is that’s in charge of these things that they brought these men into my life. Not many people understand the need to fight, for violence, and the need for justice like my team does, which is why they’re not just my team but my family as well.
We all head back inside, picking our way through the hallways and back to the main arena, where the fight is still going on. I think it's kind of poetic that the place where the people who work for The Owner and have sold, beaten, and pitted the kidnaped prisoners against each other, is where some of them will lose their lives, and where all of them will find themselves captured.
It won’t make up for the amount of blood that has been spilt there, but it does offer a tiny amount of satisfaction.
When I read over the file, I learned that The Owner would make some of the kidnapped shifters and supernaturals fight against each other, and that the one who lost would lose their life.
All in the name of fucking entertainment.
I should have killed him.
Let’s end this.
Raiden
