Anomaly (Causal Enchantment #4)(59)
Everything black and dismal. And dead.
I didn’t look any harder. If I did, I was sure I would find what I didn’t want to see.
The people who would not be climbing in trucks and whisked away.
We marched past the stadium where army and emergency workers waited for the go-ahead to proceed, countless languages mingling together. This catastrophe had drawn help from all over the world.
“Do you think anyone will notice that we don’t have the breathing apparatus hooked up?” Julian asked.
We could’ve fled through here and ran straight through to our end goal but this allowed us the opportunity to assess the threat—namely, the witches—and so we marched toward the front lines as any other human would. All except Max, who skulked within the shadows. He would come with us. I would never let him leave my side again.
“Dude, how would anyone notice?” Bishop asked.
Julian shrugged. “I don’t know. Always figured a person would sound like Darth Vader in one of these.”
Caden’s fist flew out to smack Bishop in the gut, cutting off his loud bark of laughter with a grunt. “They may not notice the lack of breathing but they’ll think laughing is a bit weird, so shut the hell up.”
“Shhh,” Mage warned as we passed a row of transport trucks. Unmarked silver trailers sat affixed to their backs. Each had a simple solid door on the side, reachable by a narrow flight of stairs. A man in full military fatigues ran up one of those sets, disappearing inside, a folder tucked under his arm.
“The command centers,” Lilly explained in a murmur. “The witches are in one of them. Now it’s a matter of figuring out which one.”
“That one, there.” I pointed to the third on the end. The one with the faint pink glow radiating around it.
“They’re channeling,” Sofie confirmed. “They’re channeling an awful lot of magic.”
“Channeling for what?” My feet slowed as I focused intently. Inside those walls, a symphony of heartbeats raced, excited by something.
Sofie’s hand poked my back, prodding me forward. I peeked back and could almost see the fire in her green eyes, even behind the mask, as she glared at the long container. “For me. For magic being cast. That weave … it feels like a sensory spell.” I caught her silent curse. “It would be so easy to rid ourselves of them all right now.”
“It’s not the right time,” Mage warned. “There may be more here. We need Isaac and the others to locate them all. Fledglings first. Then we deal with the witches.”
“Amelie first,” Julian corrected.
Silence met his words, hanging between us like a thick fog. In all of our strategizing, the topic of Amelie had been glossed over. The building Amelie had most likely died in and the subway construction sites were only blocks apart. It would make sense that we confirmed survival—or otherwise—simultaneously.
Sofie shifted away from us, picking up her speed.
“Now this reminds me of Ratheus,” Caden murmured, reaching out to give my hand a squeeze before letting go. As desperate as I was to grasp his hand and refuse to let go, we’d agreed to specific rules of conduct while here. Along with Bishop’s boisterous laughter, affection did not make sense in this environment.
Mage had thought of everything.
*
The stadium sat far in the distance now. To the left and to the right as far as I could see, a wall of soldiers in hazmat suits and heavy-duty guns stood silent, their weapons trained on the mile or so of wreckage that lay between them and the Hudson River. Based on Lilly’s reconnaissance, the bridges had been destroyed and only the Holland Tunnel remained intact. Debris had been cleared off the road and now Humvees traveled toward it.
Right past crowds of fledglings.
Did they not see them?
And what were the fledglings doing? I studied the ones closest to us, their clothing tattered and dusty, as they clustered around tall, black barrels. There had to be a hundred or more such clusters, some crowded with fledglings, others with one or two.
“Blood traps,” Mage murmured as if answering my unspoken question. “Just watch.”
Scanning more closely, I spotted soldiers lying on top of the tanks, peering out through the scopes of guns that sat on metal stilts—too large to hold—sights trained on the clusters.
My ears caught the faint sound of a countdown. Three … two …
And then the darkness exploded with flashes of light as the snipers fired round after round of heavy artillery on the fledgling clusters. Bursts of flame erupted in the distance, the Sentinel-designed bullets proving their effectiveness.
In only seconds, the army had wiped out hundreds of fledglings.
“Not so helpless after all, are they?” Mage said, a hint of a smile in her tone. Such a rarity.
With these tactics, perhaps the army could take care of the majority of fledglings. Sure, some might get past but a few was nothing next to thousands. Maybe those who escaped would have a conscience. Our kind weren’t all vicious animals. Did we really need to go in at all?
Of course we did.
For closure.
“Ready?” Sofie called out.
Caden grasped my hand, giving me a tight squeeze as we all nodded, securing the guns strapped to our backs. It’d been smart thinking on Lilly’s part to confiscate them during her reconnaissance mission. We could use the weapons on any fledglings we might come across, making our job quick and easy.