SNAFU: Heroes: An Anthology of Military Horror

CHAPTER ONE

The body lay unmoving in the middle of the street, partially covered by the inch or so of snow that had been falling since the sun set half an hour before. The lights of the SUV made it easy to see that the body was that of an adult male in dark clothing. The shadows looming over it, however, never mind the snow, made it difficult to make out any further details.

Knight Commander Cade Williams, the man in charge of that evening’s operation, slowly brought the vehicle to a halt a couple of car lengths away from the corpse. He stared through the windshield at the lightly falling snow on the body, then turned his attention to the two-storey buildings looming on either side of the street.

In the seat beside him, his executive officer, Master Sergeant Matthew Riley, was doing the same.

“What do you think?” Riley said, his usually deep and boisterous voice oddly hushed in the still confines of the car, almost as if he were afraid someone, or something, might overhear them.

Cade didn’t blame him; he’d started getting the creeps the minute they’d driven into town.

“Can’t just leave him there,” he said, his attention still on the buildings around them, watching for movement or some other tell-tale sign that they were occupied. “He might not be dead, just injured.” Besides, there isn’t any room to drive around him, even if I wanted to.

The village streets were narrow enough as they were; never mind with a body in the middle of them. There was no way to get around the body unless they moved it.

Which might be just what those who put the body there are counting on.

“Look alive. We don’t know what’s out there waiting for us…” he said, as he opened the door and cautiously stepped out. The others followed suit.

All four were members of the Holy Order of the Poor Knights of Christ of the Temple of Solomon, also known as the Knights Templar. Contrary to popular belief, the Order had not been destroyed at the hands of the king of France when he’d burned Grand Master Jacques de Molay at the stake in 1314, but instead had gone underground, hidden away, its members biding their time and waiting for the right opportunity. Resurrected as a secret combat arm of the Vatican in the closing days of World War One, the Order’s primary purpose was to protect mankind from supernatural threats and enemies. There were thousands of members worldwide, organized into local commanderies and led by a Preceptor that reported to the Seneschal at the Order’s ancestral home in Rosslyn, Scotland. Despite its size, the Order operated in secret, preferring to carry out its mission from the shadows themselves; fighting the darkness with nothing more than their wits, their skill, and their faith to protect them.

Cade was head of the Echo Team, the most elite of the Templar combat units, and the three men with him — Sean Duncan, Nick Olsen, and Matthew Riley — made up the command squad of his unit. While Olsen and Riley were seasoned combat veterans, having worked with Williams for several years, Duncan was a relative newcomer to the group, having transferred to the team from the Preceptor’s security detail a few months before. So far, though, despite his occasional need to be a stickler over the rules, he’d proven his worth to the unit and Cade was glad to have him.

The men had been at the Order’s headquarters in Rosslyn, Scotland, training a new class of recruits, when they’d been summoned to action. Reports of strange creatures and unusual behavior had been occurring for about a week near the remote village of Durbandorf, in the northern Black Forest region of Germany. The local parish priest had finally had enough and made a formal report to his bishop, noting that he, himself, had seen things he couldn’t fully explain. Such reports were monitored as a matter of course by the Order and the decision had been made to send a team to check things out.

Normally Cade would have assigned one of the local squads to handle it, but after two weeks he’d had his fill of training exercises. He was itching to get back into the field and this provided the perfect excuse for him and his team to do so. Forty-five minutes after the order had been handed down, the foursome was on a plane bound for Baden-Baden, Germany. They’d picked up a rental SUV at the airport and then driven north, into the heart of the Black Forest.

Durbandorf sat at the end of a long road surrounded by forest, a small isolated outpost with a population of just over three hundred in the midst of primeval territory. At least it seemed that way to Cade; the ancient pines looming over the road made it feel more like a rite of passage than a byway that saw regular use.

The feeling hadn’t dissipated when they’d arrived in town, either. In fact, it had gotten worse. The streets were narrow, with barely enough room for the big SUV alone, never mind two vehicles going in opposite directions. The buildings were tucked in close, not only to the edge of the street but to each other as well, giving them a sense of malevolence rather than welcome, as if they were crowding in upon a visitor with claustrophobic abandon.

They’d entered the village less than ten minutes ago and already they had a body to contend with. It wasn’t a good sign, by anyone’s reckoning.

Cade had a hunch things were going to get significantly worse before they got better.

He gently shut the car door behind him and paused to pull his HK Mark 23 from the holster he wore beneath his heavy coat. The .45 caliber pistol had enough stopping power to drop a bear dead in its tracks. Cade really hoped he wasn’t going to need it.

The buildings around them were silent and, for the most part, dark. A few lights shone here and there down the length of the street, but there were far fewer of them than he would have expected. It was only shortly after dinner time; the place should still be humming along like a well-oiled machine instead of being dark and seemingly deserted.

Where was everyone?

Beside him, Riley racked a shell into the Mossberg combat shotgun he was carrying. The sound seemed unusually loud in the surrounding silence. When Cade glanced over, the big master sergeant met his gaze and nodded grimly. Apparently he was feeling the strangeness of the place, too.

Cade stepped forward and the others fell into position behind him, with Riley standing watch at his back and the other two facing outward toward the buildings around them with their HK MP5 submachine guns at the ready.

Wanting to blend in with the populace once they arrived on site, the team had dressed down for the mission, forgoing their usual SWAT-styled uniforms in favor of heavy pea coats worn over jeans and sweaters, the latter big enough to hide the ballistics vests they wore underneath. The swords each man habitually carried, given to them on the night of their investiture into the Order, were still in the vehicle for the time being. They’d retrieve them if and when necessary.

Cade knelt beside the body and knew immediately that the man was dead. The exit wound in the back of the man’s skull was all the proof he needed.

He brushed the snow off the man’s back with one gloved hand, uncovering the fact that, whoever he was, he was clad only in a long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. He had no sweater, no coat; nothing to ward off the cold that had settled about the town like a thick winter cloak.

That’s weird.

Cade didn’t see any tracks to indicate that the man had been dragged to his current position, which made him think that he’d come out into the street of his own accord before being gunned down from close range.

Who comes outside in twenty degree weather in just their shirt sleeves?

Slipping his hands beneath the torso of the corpse, he flipped the body over onto its back, only to jerk back in surprise. The man’s chest was torn open along the sternum, the broken ribs on either side sticking up into the light with casual indifference. The man’s eyes were locked open in death and ice crystals were starting to form over them. Given the fact that it was barely twenty degrees out meant that he couldn’t have been outside too long; maybe a half-hour was Cade’s guess.

“What the hell?” Cade muttered.

The injury to his chest was bad enough, never mind the round bullet hole in the center of the man’s forehead, but the fact that the pavement beneath the body was completely free of blood put the whole thing into the surreal category.

How do you rip open a man’s chest and keep him from bleeding all over the place?

Logical answer?

You don’t.

He was about to start going through the man’s pockets, see if there was anything on his person that might identify who he’d been, when Olsen’s voice interrupted him.

“We’ve got company, boss.”

Both Riley and Cade turned at the sound, then followed their teammate’s pointing figure to where someone was standing in the middle of the street about twenty yards behind them.

The distance and the thick parka the figure wore made it difficult to tell if it was a man or a woman, but if Cade had to guess he would have picked the former. Something about the man’s stance, or perhaps his utter stillness, set the alarm bells ringing in Cade’s head.

Something was wrong here.

Cade moved forward until he stood near the rear of the SUV, slightly ahead of his three companions.

“Hello?” he called. The figure didn’t verbally respond, but he began shuffling forward with an unsteady gait, clearly favoring his right leg.

“Hello?” Cade called again. “Are you all right?”

The figure kept coming.

By now the other three Templars had gotten a good look at the state of the corpse lying in front of their vehicle and knew that something wasn’t right in Denmark. They formed up behind Cade, their attention on the slowly advancing newcomer.

Cade focused on the other man’s injury. From a distance it was hard to tell what was wrong, but as the figure drew closer things became clearer and eventually Cade could see that the man’s right leg was broken just below the knee, the foot twisted at such an unnatural angle that it was pointing nearly in the opposite direction.

The pain had to be incredible.

And yet he’s on his feet. On his feet and moving toward us…

Those internal alarm bells were clanging full bore by now and Cade’s grip on his pistol tightened. As his arm came up, pistol in hand, the figure ahead of him abruptly stopped.

Twenty, maybe twenty-five feet, separated them at this point and from that distance Cade was able to get a much better look at the man standing opposite him. The man’s face was gaunt to the point of starvation, the skin stretched tight as a drum over the bones beneath, making it full of flat plains and sharp angles. His eyes were sunk deep in his skull, the tissue around them stained as dark as midnight. He resembled nothing so much as a plague victim straight out of the Dark Ages and Cade was instantly certain that he didn’t want the man to come even a foot closer.

“That’s far enough,” Cade called out, the muzzle of his gun now firmly centered on the man’s head. “Now identify yourself.”

Slowly, the man’s mouth came open.

In the next moment the slim hope Cade had that the man might actually cooperate with them was dashed as a horrible shrieking cry issued from the man’s gaping mouth.

The sound itself was a physical assault, clamping around Cade’s guts like a vice and sending a wave of fear sliding through the bones of his six foot frame that was nothing but pure, primal reaction to the sound, as if his body remembered something from man’s distant past that his mind did not. It instinctively made Cade want to turn heel and run, to get as far away from the sound as he possibly could.

Thankfully, Cade had long since stopped listening to any instinct that had him acting like a frightened rabbit; he was a Templar and the things he faced in service to the Order could make grown men weep just from the sheer sight of them. If he’d reacted to every horrific sight and sound he’d encountered, on duty or off, his time on the Echo Team would have ended long since.

It was a good thing, too, for the figure standing in front of him, the thing that had once been a man but was now both something more and something less, chose that moment to come rushing toward him with a speed that belied the injury to his leg. One second he was standing there shrieking and in the next he’d reduced the distance between them by nearly a third. Another few moments and he would be right on top of them.

Nothing human moved that fast, certainly not with that type of injury. Cade didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger of the weapon in his hand. But as the crack of his pistol filled the night air, the head of the creature before him slipped sideways on a suddenly elongated neck and the shot whipped past, missing its mark.

Thankfully Cade wasn’t the only one reacting to the thing’s hideous cry or its unnatural speed. Riley’s Mossberg went off nearly simultaneously with Olsen’s MP5, the roar of their weapons so close behind Cade’s that they sounded almost like an echo. The kinetic impact of their rounds knocked the creature clear off its feet while blasting chunks of flesh from its form. Riley’s shotgun was particularly devastating, striking the oncoming figure close to the hip and separating its already injured leg right from its body in a bloody blast of gore.

For a moment no one moved, their gazes locked squarely on the body of the thing lying on the ground in front of them as its blood stained the snow a dark hue.

“Is it dead?” Olsen asked, in a hushed tone.

As if in answer the thing’s head suddenly rose up on its stalk-like neck and howled at them.

The bark of Cade’s pistol sounded again.

This time he didn’t miss; the bullet slammed into the creature’s forehead and splashed the back of its skull across the ground behind it in a wet arc.

Cade wasn’t about to take any chances. He turned to Riley, told him to keep his eye on the creature, and then marched over to the SUV. Reaching into the backseat he grabbed his sword case and flipped it open. Inside, nestled on a bed of black silk, sat the sword he’d been given at his investiture ceremony when he’d become a Templar. The blade had been forged by the Order’s swordsmiths and consecrated at a special Mass before it had come into his hands. It had served him well through the years; it would do the same tonight.

Cade walked back over to the where the other three men stood, their weapons pointed at the monster’s corpse. Despite losing a limb and taking a bullet through the skull, the body was still twitching spasmodically. Cade approached cautiously; if it was still moving, it was still a source of potential danger. When Cade was within reach he struck out with his blade and slashed through the thing’s strangely elongated neck, severing the head.

Rather than turning away, Cade watched and waited some more.

For a long moment nothing happened.

“What are you looking…” Duncan began to say, but Cade cut him off with a raised finger and a quiet, “Shhh.”

The severed head twitched.

Duncan recoiled in surprise but Cade had been waiting for that very thing. He gripped his sword in both hands, blade pointed downward, and as the head moved a second time he brought his hands up over his head, preparing to strike.

“Be ready,” he whispered to the others.

No sooner had the words left his lips than something shot out of the gaping hole in the back of the corpse’s skull. Cade struck instantly, driving his sword downward as fast as he could, piercing the many-legged thing’s chitinous exoskeleton and pinning it to the ground.

“Now!” he yelled, as the blood-and-brain-splattered insectoid-looking creature twitched about, trying to free itself.

Riley’s Mossberg boomed again, blasting the thing to kingdom come.

When it was over, Olsen stepped forward and nudged one of the pieces of exoskeleton with his foot.

“Is that…?”

Cade was nodding grimly before Nick had even finished the sentence. “Yeah, it is,” he said, as he wiped the gore off the end of his blade and then redrew his pistol. “We need to get off the street; the noise is going to attract more of them.”

But it was already too late.

Figures were emerging from the shadows all around them, each and every one a new and different grotesquerie as the demons inhabiting the once-human forms reworked the flesh they’d stolen to suit their individual needs. Tentacles instead of arms. Multiple sets of legs instead of the usual single pair. Eyes and mouths and drooling snouts replaced the villagers’ once-tranquil features. In many cases there appeared to be no rhyme or reason for the changes aside from the need to pervert the original form and design, exactly what Cade expected from anything that crawled up out of the infernal realms.

A glance told him that his team was outnumbered by at least four to one. If they didn’t get out of there quickly, they were going to be in serious trouble. Seeing that none of the demons had reached the vehicle yet, Cade made his choice.

“Start withdrawing back to the SUV,” he told the others, even as he lifted his pistol and began firing.

CHAPTER TWO

Most of the supernatural creatures the Order regularly fought against were split into a hierarchy of classes based on their difficulty to kill. The demons Cade and company were facing now were no different. The Order might classify this particular breed as a minor variety, since they could be affected by ordinary firearms and regular melee weapons, but that didn’t mean that defeating them was a walk in the park. They were still demons, after all, and Cade kept that foremost in his mind as he pulled the trigger of his Mark 23 three times in rapid succession, putting all three bullets into a circle the size of a half-dollar in the center of the nearest demon’s face, dropping it in mid-stride.

By the time Cade turned to take up another target, his companions had joined the fray. The staccato chatter of the MP5s being used by Olsen and Duncan was punctuated repeatedly by the boom of Riley’s Mossberg and it was music to Cade’s ears as the demons before them were cut down one after another. In minutes the street around them was filled with the dead and dying. The demons were fast, yes, but the combined firepower of the Templars was enough to temporarily keep the creatures from closing the distance.

And that was all Cade was hoping for.

He checked to be sure the way was clear and then turned, shouting to his men as he did so.

“Back to the SUV! Move, move, move!”

They piled into the vehicle with Cade and Riley in front and the other two in back. Duncan was still pulling his door shut when Cade threw the truck into drive and stomped on the accelerator. The tires spun for a moment in the snow before catching hold and then they were off, bouncing over the body in the middle of the road and racing off down the street.

The demons gave chase, howling in anger and clambering over the bodies of their own dead to pursue the Templars.

Inside the SUV, Riley and the others switched out the magazines of their weapons then reloaded the empty ones they’d just removed, while Cade drove. He made several turns at random, driving deeper into the heart of the village, doing what he could to put some distance between themselves and their attackers.

In their altered forms the demons were fast, much faster than the average human, but they weren’t a match for the 300-horsepower engine under the hood of the Expedition Cade was driving. He gained a slight lead — maybe 200 yards, if that — and it might be enough to lose the demons if he could stay out of their line of sight.

At the next corner Cade cut the wheel hard to the right and took the turn without slowing. The SUV rocked, whipped around and Cade was still gunning the engine when a barricade appeared out of the darkness ahead of them; there was furniture piled at least ten feet high and across the entire road.

Cade’s reaction time had been honed by years of fighting the supernatural and could honestly be said to be near instantaneous, but that had very little effect when fighting the inertia of a 6000-pound vehicle moving at forty miles an hour. Still he tried, slamming both feet onto the brake at the same time and pulling back on the steering wheel as if that might somehow keep them from ramming into the barrier. It didn’t, of course, but his efforts slowed the vehicle enough to keep from severely injuring those in the front seat as the truck hit the barrier at twenty-five miles per hour, crumbling the front end and deploying the airbag into Cade’s face with an explosive whoosh.

The impact stunned him; for a minute he couldn’t remember where he was or what he’d been doing or why it was that all he could see was white.

Then Olsen was there, slashing at the airbag with one of his knives and dragging Cade from the front seat, shouting something urgently over his head to someone on the other side of the vehicle and it all came back to him — the mission, the dead man, the attack by the protean demons. Cade shook his head, like a dog shedding the water from his fur after a good swim, clearing the remaining fog from his mind, and then he took stock.

The SUV was nose-deep in the tangle of wooden furniture and discarded appliances that had been used to form the roadblock. Steam poured out from under the crumpled hood of the SUV and what looked like a tractor axle was jammed through the grill and into the engine compartment.

There goes our transportation.

On the other side of the vehicle, Duncan was helping a groaning Riley out of the front seat, while doing his best to keep looking behind them in the direction from which they’d come. It was the expression on the younger Templar’s face that caused Cade to turn and look back.

He could hear them coming, could hear that shrieking-howling cry that ground at the guts, but thankfully, the road behind them was still clear.

There was still time.

Olsen appeared in front of him, MP5 in hand. Cade was relieved to see the duffel bag that contained their swords slung around the sergeant’s shoulder.

“You good?” he asked.

Cade nodded.

“Another day in the life, huh?” Olsen grinned; he was always happiest when in the thick of things. “If we hurry, we might be able to get inside one of these buildings,” he said, pointing at the storefronts on either side.

But Cade disagreed.

“No. If we get caught on this side of the barrier we’ll have nowhere to go if we need to retreat. We’re going up and over and then we’ll find shelter,” he said, pointing at the barricade behind them. “Get going. Duncan will help Riley. I’ll be right behind you.”

“You’re the boss,” Olsen said, then cheerfully slapped him on the shoulder and moved to comply.

Cade meanwhile rushed around to the back of the SUV and grabbed the nearest of two spare jerry cans out of the rack attached to the outside of the rear doors, shaking it and then casting it aside when he realized it was empty.

Come on, come on.

He grabbed for the second and was rewarded with a healthy sloshing sound from inside the can, which brought a smile to his face. An emergency roadside kit was stored in the same rack as the spare gas cans and Cade took that as well. Turning, he hurried after the others.

The barricade was built well and it didn’t shift too much under the men’s weight as they clambered upward. Cade paused at the top, giving the others a few moments to get down the far side. When they were safely off the barricade he unscrewed the top of the can and poured the gasoline onto the barrier on either side of where he stood. Tossing the empty can aside, he quickly unzipped the emergency road kit and took out the flare stored inside.

Cade glanced back down the street and saw the first of their pursuers, a sleek dog-shaped creature with three legs on each side, come charging around the corner. He didn’t wait around to see any more. Igniting the flare, he climbed down the far side a few feet before turning back and tossing the flare onto the gasoline-soaked furniture at the top of the barricade. There was a loud whoomp and the gas ignited with a flash, flames racing across the length of the barricade and rising six feet into the air.

That should make them think twice. He turned his back on the flames and hurried down the other side. As he hit the pavement a terrible shrieking cry sounded from above him. He spun, simultaneously drawing his gun in one smooth motion, to find the six-legged demon standing at the top of the barricade, engulfed entirely in flames.

Cade shook his head; the demons might be hard to kill, but apparently they weren’t all that intelligent. While the thing was preoccupied with the flames writhing around its body, Cade put a bullet through its skull and then watched in satisfaction as it tumbled out of sight back down the opposite side of the barrier.

Time to get moving.

The street ahead of him was empty, however.

His companions had disappeared from sight.

Frowning, Cade headed onward. He knew he couldn’t stay near the barricade. The fire would only burn hot for so long; the minute it fell to manageable levels the hellspawn would pour over the top and begin pursuing them anew. He needed to be out of sight before that happened.

The buildings had seemed unwelcoming before he knew the town was infested with hellspawn; now they were downright ominous. Every hard-to-see corner and darkened shadow were potential hiding places where a demon might be lurking and Cade quickly discovered that he couldn’t keep his eye on all of them at once. His adrenaline was pumping from what he and his men had already been through and it took all his restraint to keep from putting a bullet through Duncan’s head when the young sergeant popped it out of the door of a nearby butcher shop as Cade hurried past.

“Commander! This way!” Duncan called softly and Cade needed no further urging to slip past him into the darkened interior.

The shop was small, fifteen feet square, if that, and the smell of twenty different kinds of meat assailed him the moment he came through the doorway. For a moment the location seemed an odd one for his teammate to choose, but then Cade recognized the genius behind Olsen’s choice — the hellspawn would have a hard time tracking them over the smell of all that meat.

Olsen stood by the deli counter, looking nonchalant as he took bites from a stick of hard salami, but Cade had known him long enough to know that Olsen wasn’t any happier about their current situation than Cade was. Riley had a bandage around his forehead to deal with the gash he’d sustained in the crash, but Cade was relieved to find him otherwise healthy and ready to go.

Turning to Olsen, Cade asked, “How are we doing?”

The other man grimaced. “Not great, but we’ve been in worse scrapes in the past. We’ve got enough ammo for one, maybe two more major firefights. After that we’re down to swords.”

Cade nodded; that was about what he’d expected. They came here to investigate, not to face off against a horde of demons all on their own. They simply weren’t equipped for it. If the entire village was infected, that lack of ammo was going to be critical before too long.

“This place have another way out?”

“Yeah, there’s a back door that leads to an alley running behind the building, which in turn curves back around to the main street about three doors down from where we are now.”

In other words, it wasn’t going to do them that much good from a tactical perspective. Still, Cade felt better knowing that they weren’t trapped in a rabbit hole with no way out.

Before Cade could say anything further, Duncan called from the front.

“Here they come!”

CHAPTER THREE

From his position at the front of the butcher shop, Sergeant Sean Duncan watched through a narrow opening in the wooden shutters covering the main window as the creatures they’d faced off against less than fifteen minutes earlier poured over the still-smoking barricade and came in search of them.

He shuddered as they surged forward.

Duncan had joined the Echo Team only a few weeks earlier and in that time he’d already seen enough of the horrors roaming the dark corners of the world to make him long for the quiet days he’d spent on the Preceptor’s security detail. It didn’t matter if they were at home or abroad; somehow Commander Williams, Cade, always managed to get them into the thick of things, and more often than not the creatures they encountered seemed to come straight out of someone’s nightmare. Tonight’s foes were no exception. Duncan knew the world was full of such things — he was a Templar after all — but he had discovered that knowledge and first-hand experience were two different things. Since facing off against the necromantic Council of Nine in the swamps of Louisiana, Duncan had come to learn just how little that knowledge prepared you for the reality of the twisted, perverted creatures that called the darkness their home.

Duncan alerted the others and then stepped back to give Commander Williams a chance to look out at the street and the creatures it now contained. The thought that just a pair of flimsy shutters and a few panes of glass separated him from those things out there made him more than a little uneasy, but he did his best to conceal it from the veterans around him.

If they can deal with this, so can I.

Still, it took all his nerve to stay silent and still as the creatures flooded down the street in search of them. A few paused in front of the building as if sensing the men were hiding inside, one going so far as to come right up to the door. Duncan kept expecting Commander Williams to give the order to evacuate through the rear door — an order he would have willingly followed if it took them away from the freakish things outside — but it was not to be. Cade merely put a finger to his lips, signaling for them to be silent, and waited for the intruder to give up and leave before he went back to watching the creatures pass by outside.

Eventually — it felt like hours later to Duncan — the street was empty and Cade signaled the all-clear.

The butcher shop and its contents did the job; the shutters hid them from view and the creatures hadn’t been able to smell them over the hefty scents of the meat and cheese that filled the shelves. The creatures might be back and there was no telling what they would do when they discovered the Templars had escaped their wrath, but for now, they were safe.

Duncan broke the silence first.

“What the hell are those things?” he asked, gesturing toward the window and the street beyond.

The gesture wasn’t necessary; everyone in the room knew what he was referring to. After a moment, when it didn’t look like Cade was going to answer the sergeant’s question, Riley chimed in.

“Protean demons.”

Duncan frowned. “Come again?” he said.

He’d spent most of his time in the Order on the Preceptor’s protection detail. He was pretty well-versed on the typical threats a knight had to face but he’d never heard of such a thing. For all he knew the big master sergeant was making it up just to mess with the new guy.

But this time it was Cade who answered instead of Riley. The usually reticent commander spoke softly from his place by the window. “Chimeras. Changelings. Flesh-twisters — they have a lot of names. What they’re called isn’t as important as what they are — hellspawn.”

Cade turned to face him and Duncan could see anger, rather than fear, burning in his eyes.

“Somewhere out there,” — he waved a hand toward the village outside the window — “is a summoning circle. Squatting in that circle is a class three, maybe even a class four demon that broke free from those who summoned it and it has apparently decided to stay here. To do that, it needs more power, so it is sending out its drones to corrupt anyone they encounter.”

“Corrupt them how?”

“The drone burrows inside the victim and attaches itself to the individual’s brain stem before spreading along his or her spinal column and nervous system. Once in place, the victim becomes an extension of the demon, just like the drone. The two have effectively become one, transferring the power inherent in the victim’s spirit to the demon. As it gains more victims, it gains more power and therefore becomes stronger. Wait long enough, let the demon gather enough power, and it can grow to the extent that it is virtually impossible to kill.”

The explanation did nothing to bolster Duncan’s confidence; in fact, it had the exact opposite effect.

How were they going to stop something like that?

Cade didn’t seem to notice his discomfort. Turning to Olsen, the commander said, “Get on the phone to the commandery in Nurnberg. Tell them we need at least three combat units, preferably with incendiaries and flame throwers if at all possible, plus whatever manpower it is going to take to close off every road within a twenty mile radius of Durbandorf. I want a blockade thrown up around this place and I want it fast. No one gets in or out without my say so, understand?”

“Roger that,” Olsen said, as he pulled a satellite phone from his pocket and began dialing. Duncan didn’t hear what was said, however, for Cade turned to address him and Riley next.

“Riley, I want your eyes out front. Those demons might not be the most intelligent things on the planet, but even they have to eventually figure out that we didn’t go far. Give a signal the minute they head back in this direction. Duncan, you’re with me; we’re going to check the second storey for anything that might be useful in dealing with this mess.”

What Cade expected to find in the butcher’s apartment was anyone’s guess, but Duncan dutifully followed behind him just the same as they ascended the back staircase.

They found the lights off upstairs and decided to leave them that way, not wanting to alert their pursuers to their location with a sudden burst of brilliance in the dark. Each man carried a small but high-powered flashlight on their belts and they pulled them out, shining their beams around the interior. The living quarters on the second floor were small by anyone’s standards; a bedroom not much larger than a walk-in closet, a bathroom containing a sink and a toilet, neither of which looked like they’d been cleaned at any point in the last six months, and a living room/kitchenette combination.

Cade started in the bedroom, leaving the other rooms to Duncan. The younger Templar ignored the bathroom and stepped into the living room. He began poking around, though he wasn’t even sure exactly what he was looking for. What he thought they needed was another vehicle, but he didn’t have any hope of finding one of those. Still, a set of car keys would be a nice start.

He began with the drawers below the counter in the kitchenette, reasoning that it might be a logical place to leave a spare key, but found only silverware and other assorted cooking utensils. The cabinets above the sink were all but empty but Duncan wasn’t surprised, given the pile of dirty plates in the sink.

Not finding anything in the kitchenette he moved into the living room. He ruffled through the newspapers and half-full glasses left on the coffee table, then turned and searched the couch behind it. As he was replacing the cushions, not having found anything beneath them but some moldy pieces of food that were no longer recognizable, something outside the window caught his eye. At first he thought it was just the reflection of his flashlight in the window glass, but after a moment he realized that it was coming from outside. He moved closer, careful to keep his body from being framed in the window, and looked out into the darkness.

At the far end of the street a church steeple rose above the surrounding rooftops and from its bell tower Duncan could see a light flashing on and off in an irregular pattern.

Blink. Blink.

Long blink.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Morse code.

Since he’d spotted it in mid-message, he waited for the signaler to begin anew, then quickly deciphered what it said.

H-E-L-P U-S.

Duncan turned and called toward the other side of the apartment.

“Commander? I think you need to see this!”

CHAPTER FOUR

Cade stood beside Duncan in the shadows by the window and watched the light blink on and off in the church belfry at the end of the street. He could read Morse as easily as his companion and immediately recognized the plea for help, but something about it made him uneasy.

He looked away from the blinking light and focused instead on the buildings up and down the street, searching the windows and rooftops for signs of the enemy, concerned that the signal might be some kind of a trap, a ruse to draw them out into the open where they could be attacked en masse and overwhelmed. Lesser demons like those they were dealing with might not always be that intelligent, Cade knew, but they were clever bastards.

“Are you going to answer him?” Duncan whispered.

Cade didn’t reply, just held up a hand in a signal for patience as he kept watching the street. He could feel Duncan getting impatient beside him but he ignored it for the moment, wanting to be certain they were in the clear before he made a move.

Finally, satisfied that they weren’t under observation from a conveniently placed drone in one of the adjacent buildings, he brought up his own flashlight, pointed it in the direction of the church steeped and, using one hand cupped over the lens, sent back a message of his own.

C-O-M-I-N-G, he said, H-O-L-D T-I-G-H-T.

He paused, waiting to be sure the other had understood, and was getting ready to repeat his message when the signaler in the belfry replied.

H-U-R-R-Y

“Doing our best here, buddy,” Cade muttered beneath his breath even as he shoved his flashlight back onto the clip on his belt and turned away.

Duncan eyed him expectantly. “Are we going to get them out of there?” he asked.

“Remains to be seen if we can get ourselves out of here, but yes, we’re going to give it a try. Let’s go back down and rejoin the others, see if Olsen has any news for us.”

As it turned out, Olsen did have news, though none of it good.

“The choppers at Nurnberg are currently on lockdown due to the weather; seems they’re getting smacked by a bitch of a storm,” Olsen said. “They were surprised that we hadn’t been hit yet, actually, and said we should expect it pretty much at any minute.”

Cade could care less about the weather. What he needed was enough men to contain this thing before it got out of hand. “Ground units?”

Olsen shook his head. “Nurnberg’s CO basically said we’re on our own until the storm passes. Short of a direct order from the Seneschal, I doubt he’s going to budge.”

Cade cursed beneath his breath. For just a moment he considered getting the Seneschal on the phone and having him demand that the idiot in Nurnberg send him the men he needed but in the end decided against it. While he was certain he could convince the Seneschal of the necessity of the act — he was Cade’s direct superior after all — Cade didn’t think that the Nurnberg CO would actually comply. It would be too easy to make up some weather-related excuse for why he didn’t send out his men and Cade would have simply made another enemy in the process.

For the time being, they were going to have to make do.

Duncan cleared his throat, not so subtly reminding Cade of the other issue they were facing. Cade then quickly filled Olsen and Riley in on what had happened upstairs and what he intended to do about it.

“We move as a unit straight down the street to the doors of the church,” he told them. “I want the gunfire kept to a minimum. Use your blades first and only take the shot if you have to. We don’t want the noise to bring more of these things down on our heads.”

There was a chorus of “yes sirs” from the other three members of the team.

Cade knew that the church stood on holy ground and was therefore a natural sanctuary and boundary against the hellspawn. The only way those creatures were getting inside was to be invited across the threshold and that wasn’t bloody likely, in his view. If he could get his team inside without contact with the enemy, they’d have time to assess the situation and plan how to get the people inside, whoever they were, safely out of town.

If being the operative word; they might not be able to see any at the moment, but it was clear the village was crawling with demons.

Getting to the church was not going to be easy.

Cade moved first, slipping out the door with barely a sound. He headed down the street in the direction of the church, staying low and slipping in and out of the shadows cast by the nearby buildings to mask his passage from whatever might be watching.

One by one the others slipped out of the butcher shop and followed in his wake. They stayed close enough to be able to support each other if things went south but far enough apart that they wouldn’t get caught in a crossfire. Each man kept his attention on his area of concern, trusting the others to do the same. In that fashion they slowly made their way up the street.

Based on what he’d seen from the second floor window, Cade guessed that they had to travel about a quarter mile down the street they were on before moving a few blocks west to reach the church. The distance didn’t bother him as much as the tightness of the buildings on either side. Side streets and alleys between the structures were few and far between; if they came into contact with the enemy they would have little choice but to fight their way through to the end of the street and that could be some distance away.

Never one to shy away from a good fight, even Cade knew they wouldn’t last long if they got trapped in the middle and the enemy came at them in strength.

So don’t get caught in the open, he told himself as he continued forward, his gaze constantly sweeping the area around him, searching for threats.

They reached the end of the main road and had just turned west when the church came into view. Cade was about to point it out to the others when he thought he heard something. He sank to one knee and held up a clenched fist, the signal for the others to do the same, and then listened.

For a moment there was nothing, just the silence of the abandoned streets shouting back at him, but then he heard it again.

A furtive, scuttling sound.

It seemed to be coming from somewhere across the street.

He began scanning the buildings opposite him, methodically covering the area at street level before working his way upward, checking every door and window, searching for movement or a shadow that was just a hair out of place, anything that might indicate the presence of the enemy lying in wait for them.

When the sound came again, louder and clearer this time, there was no mistaking where it was coming from.

The roof!

Cade looked up to find that they were no longer alone.

A strange, insectoid-looking creature stared down at them from the top of the building directly opposite his position. The demon had taken its victim’s form and twisted it into something right out of a nightmare. Additional limbs sprouted from either side of its torso, allowing it to power itself along in scorpion-like fashion and its face had morphed into a canine-like snout with rows of glistening teeth lining its jaws. Dark, coarse hair covered most of the thing’s body but left the face exposed. If it hadn’t been for the brown eyes staring at him over that gaping maw, eyes that belonged in the face of a frightened teenage boy and not the visage of some hideous monster, Cade might not have even recognized it as having once been human.

His revulsion was so complete that he had his pistol up and pointed at the creature before he even realized it and as his finger tightened on the trigger he heard his own words echoing in his head.

Use your blades first and only take a shot if you have to.

So much for that idea.

The shot rang out just as the creature scurried back from the edge of the roof and Cade wasn’t sure if he’d hit it or not. In the next moment it was clear that he hadn’t mortally injured it, however, for the night air was suddenly filled with the same shrieking cry that they’d heard earlier as the demon summoned its brethren to the scene.

Cade didn’t waste any time trying to get in another shot but turned instead to face the others.

“Run!” he roared.

CHAPTER FIVE

The men of the Echo Team responded immediately to Cade’s command, arranging themselves into a wedge-shaped formation with Olsen on point, Duncan and Riley staggered next to each other in the middle, and Cade pulling up the rear. They headed down the street at an accelerated pace designed to get them to their destination quickly without compromising their ability to defend themselves.

Behind them, the demon continued its shrieking call.

Cade and the others had barely covered twenty yards before demons started coming out of the woodwork. The first of the creatures to respond to the cry for help stuck its head out of a shop doorway a few dozen feet in front of the oncoming team. Before it could do anything more, Olsen snapped off a shot with economical precision that blew the top of the creature’s head clean off; the body collapsed back into the open doorway as the Templars went racing by.

But that was just the first of many demons. Moments later all four men were firing repeatedly as demons came bounding out of every hiding place imaginable — from behind doors, out from under cars, off of nearby rooftops — each and every one of them intent on sinking teeth and claw into the bodies of their foes. The chatter of the MP5s in the hands of Olsen and Duncan was a near constant sound at that point, and was frequently interspersed with the boom of Riley’s combat shotgun and the crack of Cade’s pistol while around them the demons roared out their rage and hatred.

For a time the Templars’ skill with their weaponry held the demons at bay and they were able to continue moving forward, but for every one of the enemy that fell two others seemed to take its place and it wasn’t long before the demons managed to surround them, forcing the squad to a halt.

We are less than a hundred feet from the doors of the church, but it might as well be a mile, Cade thought, for all the good it will do us.

The demons had clearly figured out where the Templars were headed, for they were concentrating more of their numbers between them and the church with every second that passed. Cade and his men kept laying down a blistering stream of fire as long as they could, but they’d been low on ammo before getting into the current firefight and it didn’t take long before their weapons ran dry.

With the exception of Cade’s pistol, all of the firearms were outfitted with shoulder slings so as each weapon came up empty the knight using it simply let it fall by his side and drew his sword. Within moments the four men were standing in a square formation with their backs to each other, their weapons flashing in the moonlight as they hacked and slashed at their foes. Blood steamed in the cold night air and soon the ground at the Templars’ feet was littered with the bodies of the dead and dying.

Still the demons came on.

The four men fought with ruthless efficiency, each focused only on the foe that was directly in front of them and trusting the others to do the same, but Cade knew it couldn’t last. They were getting tired and if one of them fell, the rest were sure to follow.

Just when Cade thought they were going to be overrun, the doors to the church in front of them burst open and three men came charging out dressed in bright yellow chemical suits like those worn by exterminators, complete with hoods and respirators. On their backs the men carried round metal tanks, reminding Cade of those worn by scuba divers. Rubber tubes ran from the top of each tank down to some kind of hand-held spraying device in the men’s hands.

Cade was still trying to process their sudden appearance when the first of the newcomers pointed his gadget at the back of the demon closest to him and squeezed the trigger.

A four-foot gout of flame shot from the nozzle of the device and enveloped the demon in a writhing column of fire. The other two men joined the party half-a-moment later, triggering their own makeshift flame-throwers and sending two more scorching streams of flame into the line of demons before them.

In seconds the demons’ coordinated attack on the Templars devolved into chaos, with the infernal creatures trying to defend themselves on two fronts while doing their best to avoid being set ablaze by their already burning companions. The stench of scorched hair and fur and burning flesh filled the air, along with the shrieks and howls of the injured and the dying.

It was exactly the break Cade was looking for.

The demons in front of him were suddenly far more concerned with their own survival than they were in pressing the fight against him and his men. Cade took full advantage of the opportunity, shouting “On me!” over the din of battle and then forced his way forward into the fray.

His sword rose and fell repeatedly as he hacked and slashed his way through the demon’s rapidly disintegrating defensive line. His men did the same on either side of him, scattering the demons before them like leaves in the wind until they reached their yellow-suited rescuers.

“Head for the church!” the lead man shouted, his voice muffled by the masklike-respirator he wore as he jerked a thumb in the direction of the church behind him. “We’ve got your backs.”

Exhausted by the melee, Cade didn’t bother to argue. He waited for his men to hustle past and then fell in behind them as they all headed straight for the thick oak doors of the church directly ahead.

As they approached, the doors swung open and hands reached out to help them inside. Cade let himself be led through the darkness of the foyer and into the nave proper. Large candles burned in strategic positions throughout the room and by their light he could see twenty to thirty people huddled in small groups amidst the pews. They were a mixed group, mostly adults but with a few children and teenagers thrown in. Cade counted more than a few with makeshift bandages covering some kind of injury, most likely sustained while running the gauntlet to reach the sanctuary in which they currently found themselves.

Commotion erupted behind him and Cade turned in time to see his three rescuers rush across the threshold as the heavy oak door was slammed shut, locking out the demons that had been in hot pursuit.

The three men took a moment to catch their breath and then the leader stripped off his hood and goggles, revealing a mop of blond hair and a thickly bearded face stretched tight with tension.

The tension was expected; the clerical collar around the younger man’s neck was not.

Cade waited until some of the others had helped the men divest himself of the homemade napalm strapped to his back and then stepped over, offering his hand.

“My men and I appreciate what you did for us out there, Father…?”

The priest grasped Cade’s hand the way a drowning man would grab a life preserver but his voice was steady as he said, “Please, it’s Nils. Just Nils.”

Cade wasn’t certain if that was a first or last name, but he supposed it didn’t really matter. Nils would do just fine. “I’m Cade. Is there somewhere you and I can talk?”

Nils nodded and turned to one of the women standing nearby, watching the exchange. “Anna, would you get Cade’s men some water, please, and have Thomas see to their injuries. Their commander and I will be in the sacristy.”

Father Nils led Cade into the small room to the right of the nave normally used by the priests when preparing for Mass. He shut the door behind them and turned to face Cade with weary relief.

“Thank God you and your men have arrived, Captain. Things were difficult enough when Father Giesler first reached out for help, but now everything’s getting quite desperate. If we don’t get out of here soon…”

Cade didn’t disagree with the man, but that was neither here nor there at the moment. “And where is Father… Giesler, is it?”

The young priest glanced away then shook his head sadly.

Cade didn’t need to be told what that meant.

One more casualty added to the list. It was starting to get pretty long.

“But he told you to expect us? Before he…”

Cade wasn’t sure if the good father had fallen victim to one of the protean demons and perished, or became something else, so he just left the end of his question hanging, but Nils didn’t seem to notice.

“He said the archdiocese would be sending people who knew how to handle the situation, people who could help. He didn’t specify who, but… you are the men he was talking about, aren’t you, Captain?”

For the first time Nils looked a bit concerned over the fact he’d just let four armed strangers into the sanctuary with the wounded and the women and children; particularly one who looked as battle-hardened as Cade did, given his eye-patch and scarred face.

Cade held up a hand in mild reassurance. “It’s Commander Williams, not Captain, but yes, we’re the men he was talking about.”

Nils’ relief was obvious. “Good. When the rest of your team gets here, we’ll have to…”

“Rest of my team?”

“Well, yes, of course. We’re going to need a lot more troops if we’re going to get out of here in one piece. You’ve seen those hellish things!”

Again, Cade didn’t disagree, but sometimes the truth was a harsh mistress and he wouldn’t lie to the man, not after all he’d clearly been through. “I’m sorry, Father Nils, but you misunderstand. This is it; this is everyone I brought with me.”

The priest’s mouth dropped open in shocked surprise. “But surely you don’t intend to take on all those things with just four men!”

“Of course not,” Cade said calmly. He tried not to think about the fact that they might be forced to do that very thing before the night was over. Instead, he said, “All we have to do is hold out until morning. The storm will have passed by then and we’ll be able to get reinforcements in to help us with the situation.”

Cade’s reassurances seemed to buoy the young priest’s spirits and he stood a little taller as a result. “Morning?” he said, half to himself. “We should be able to make it that long, provided we stay inside.”

“Have the creatures made any efforts to get inside?”

Nils shook his head. “No, thank the Lord. If they did it would be a massacre.” He shuddered at the thought.

Cade remembered the women and children he’d seen when he’d first entered.

Quite.

Nils appeared to struggle with something for a moment and then finally just spit it out. “Father Giesler called them… demons?”

Cade had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at Father Nils’ hesitation to call the things what they were. He’d had no trouble describing them as “hellish” just seconds before, but having to face the reality that Hell was precisely where the things had come from was perhaps a bit too much for this modern priest.

If you only knew, Father, if you only knew…

“That’s as good a word as any,” Cade replied, which didn’t really answer the priest’s question but seemed to satisfy him nonetheless for he nodded as if he understood.

Just goes to show they’ll believe what they want to believe, even when the evidence was staring them in the face.

“I’d like to do an interior perimeter check, if that’s all right with you? Understand what we have to work with should the creatures change their minds about trying to get inside?”

“Of course, Commander. Whatever you need.”

As Father Nils led him out of the sacristy and back into the church proper, Cade couldn’t help but think that what he really needed was about half-a-dozen combat squads and some tactical hardware to go with them, but since those were unlikely to drop from the sky anytime soon he was going to have to settle for a perimeter check.

Somehow, he just wasn’t looking forward to it.

CHAPTER SIX

Stefan Braun woke to a voice in his head, calling out to him in a language without words. He shook himself, thinking it was nothing more than a remnant of the horrible dream he’d been having, a dream full of hot blood and hideous creatures that gnawed on his very flesh, but was surprised to discover that it didn’t fade as the dream did.

If anything, it grew stronger.

Stefan.

He glanced about, wondering if anyone else was hearing what he was hearing.

Those around him were still sleeping peacefully, as were the others throughout the interior of the church. Even Daniels, who was supposed to be on watch over by the main entrance, appeared to be nodding off.

He winced as sudden pain flared along the ribs on the left side of his body, reminding him of his injury. He hadn’t told anyone about it after returning from the skirmish in front of the church; he didn’t want to take the chance that they’d force him out into the night the way they’d forced Hauppman out the day before. After making sure no one was looking in his direction, Stefan carefully unbuttoned his shirt and stole a peek at the wound.

It didn’t look good.

The claw marks the beast had left in his flesh were raw and inflamed and weeping some kind of yellow-green fluid that reminded him of the pus that had leaked out when the doc had lanced his infected finger the year before. That had been nearly a week after he’d slashed his finger on the rusty piece of metal at the shop; this was barely a few hours after he’d been injured.

It just didn’t make sense.

Of course, then again, none of this made sense.

He’d been here in town, picking up a few things he needed at the hardware store, when several of those hideous creatures had burst in through the plate-glass window near the front and slaughtered everyone they could get their hands on. Braun had snatched a set of pruning shears off the shelf in front of him and jammed them through the skull of the creature that lunged for him from around a stack of shelves moments later. After that it had been a cat-and-mouse game of survival out on the streets until he found his way to the church and the sanctuary it offered.

Stefan. Come to us, Stefan.

The voice was more insistent this time and with it came a strong compulsion to move. Before he had given it much thought, Stefan found himself on his feet, carefully stepping over the forms of those sleeping around him, and making his way down the length of the nave toward the doors at the back of the church.

Doors that led down to the basement.

Moments later he was standing in the darkened basement, wondering what the hell he was doing down there.

The answer came quickly.

Over here, Stefan.

The room was pitch-dark, but he crossed it in the direction that the voice was coming from without difficulty. He wasn’t even aware of the issue; to him, the room was as bright as if the lights had been flicked on.

He moved to the back of the room, where some old furniture had been covered with tarps and stored there. The voice was still calling to him, so he pushed the chairs and tables out of the way until he reached a large wardrobe that stood against the back wall.

Move it aside.

The voice was everything now and Stefan listened to it without hesitation. He didn’t think about what he was doing, didn’t think about the pain in his side or the way the voice seemed to be getting louder and stronger inside his head, didn’t stop to reason out what was happening to him — he just did as he was told.

The wardrobe hadn’t been moved in some time and he ended up having to heave it with his shoulder to get it to move aside, but move it did.

Behind it was an iron door set directly into the wall, reminding him of the doors on the furnace at the steelyard where he’d worked in his youth. The handle — a thick iron bar that you pulled down — even looked the same.

Open it. Let us in.

Stefan did so without hesitation.

CHAPTER SEVEN

One minute Duncan was sleeping peacefully, the next he bolted awake as screams of fear and pain exploded throughout the room.

He snatched at his weapon and lurched to his feet, only to stare in horror at the wave of demons that were flooding across the room in his direction, killing as they came. A half-dozen people had already fallen prey to the savage creatures and even as he watched another young woman collapsed to the floor beneath the weight of the demon that had just collided with her. Seconds later the woman’s blood spilled across the floor as the demon tore out her throat with its teeth.

Then Duncan had no more time to look as the first of the oncoming wave reached him and he found himself fighting for his life amidst a swirling dervish of claws and teeth, all intent on ripping the life from his form. For the next several minutes all he could think about was survival.

He did his best to keep his back to the wall, preventing any of the creatures from come up from behind. He caught occasional glimpses of the others as they fought their own battles. Once he heard Cade calling out for his men to form up on him, but he was unable to move or even respond to the summons, for even the lack of focus on his enemy for even the few seconds it would have taken him to do so was all that would have been needed for the creatures to make short shrift of him. He hacked and slashed and did his best to stay on his feet and stay alive.

Duncan had just finished dispatching a large protean demon directly in front of him when something slammed into him from the side with all the force of an NFL linebacker. The impact not only sent his sword flying from his hands but knocked him off his feet. As he toppled forward he frantically twisted about, determined not to end up with his arms pinned beneath him and an enemy on his back.

He hit the ground, slamming the back of his head into the stone beneath hard enough to make his ears ring, but the sight of the insectoid demon now perched on his chest, the same one they’d seen on the rooftop earlier, sent a wave of horror coursing through his system. The accompanying adrenaline that followed in its wake kept him from graying out.

Thank heaven for that, too, for no sooner had they hit the ground that the demon went for his throat.

As it thrust its snout toward him, jaws gaping, Duncan jammed his left forearm under its chin and against the creature’s neck, holding it back as he groped for the knife on his belt with his right. He fumbled with it for a second and then pulled it free, bringing it up and around in a wide swing designed to sink the six-inch blade deep into the demon’s torso, but it skipped off the thing’s hide as if it were made of solid steel. When he tried a second time the knife snapped with an audible twang, the upper half of the blade spiraling away over his head.

The hellspawn wasn’t sitting still for all this, of course, but was pushing itself forward, forcing Duncan’s arm back as it tried to reach him. He strained to hold it at bay, even as it clawed at him with its legs. If he hadn’t been wearing his ballistic vest the demon would already have ripped his torso to shreds.

He could hear the sounds of fighting going on all around him, but due to his position on the ground he couldn’t see past the frenzied creature on his chest to see how the others were faring. The sounds of the conflict told him they hadn’t yet fallen, but that didn’t mean any of them were in a position to lend him a hand.

Which meant he was going to have to get out of this on his own.

Trouble was, he was losing the battle and he knew it. The struggle was sapping his strength at an alarming rate. He estimated he could hold off the creature for another minute, maybe two, but after that all bets were off. His arms were on the verge of failing and the minute they slipped…

The creature pulled back for a second, rearing above him as if preparing for another strike, and Duncan snatched the chance the move afforded him to wrap both his hands around the creature’s neck, doing what he could to squeeze the life out of it while still holding it at bay.

The demon, of course, went berserk, thrashing back and forth, throwing its head from side to side and doing everything it could to free itself from his grip. Duncan knew he was a dead man if the thing managed to break his hold and he held on with everything he had, digging his fingers into the loose skin about the demon’s neck and praying to God that he could keep those teeth from reaching him long enough to figure a way out of this mess.

He needed to find another solution and he needed it now!

As the creature twisted about, their gazes met for just a moment and in those all-too human eyes Duncan found the answer he was looking for.

Before the demon could summon its strength to press the attack once more, Duncan reached deep inside and called forth the healing power at the center of his soul, the one that had been with him ever since he was a small child, the one that had made his life a living hell on more occasions than he could count, and he pushed it down his arms, through his hands and into the flesh of the demon he was holding onto so fervently.

As the power poured forth, Duncan prayed that the human in front of him would be made whole and healthy, just as he had with thousands of others in the years before he had joined the Order. He imagined the demonic presence as something akin to a virus and sought to ‘cure’ it with his healing ability. He’d never tried anything of the sort, but he was desperate and it was the only thing he could think of.

The effect was… surprising.

The demon threw back its head and let loose with a howling cry that burrowed deep into Duncan’s psyche like a knife to the soul. He wanted to curl up with his hands over his ears to shut out the hateful sound, but held on instead, grimly determined to keep the thing from tearing out his throat even as he continued to pour more energy into the link between him and the demon.

The creature’s flesh began to ripple and twist right before his eyes; the thick spider-like hide that covered it receding in a wave down across the demon’s flesh even as the extra limbs it had grown began to retract back into its torso like slow-motion video in reverse.

The metamorphosis must have been painful, for the creature’s cry rose to an ear-splitting shriek, the sound so powerful that it brought tears of pain to Duncan’s eyes as he struggled to hold on in the face of it all. He didn’t think it could get any worse, but the next moment proved him wrong as every other demon in the room suddenly gave voice to the same cry, the sound echoing throughout the interior of the church.

If the defenders hadn’t been all but immobilized by the tortuous sound of that cry, they might have had the opportunity to finish off their opponents then and there, but by the time their thoughts had cleared and reason returned every single demon in the room was in full retreat, swarming back the way they had come like the retreating tide.

Duncan looked up to find Cade staring at him from across the room.

“What did you do?” the Knight Commander asked in an awed tone.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“I didn’t do anything!” Duncan said as he climbed to his feet, but Cade barely heard him. He was watching the last of the demons disappear through the remains of a door at the rear of the church. They were fleeing the battle, returning the way they had come…

Returning the way they had come.

Cade took off at a run after them.

He crossed the nave and reached the door, which was barely hanging by its hinges. A stairwell lay beyond, leading downward, no doubt to the church hall or basement. He hesitated at the top of the steps, staring down into the darkness below and wondering if the enemy might be lying in wait just beyond the edge of the light, then threw caution to the wind, hit the lights, and plunged down the steps, knowing that this might be their best opportunity to understand just how the creatures had gotten inside.

Enough light spilled out of the stairwell for him to see a few feet into the basement beyond and he could see that the room was quite large. Cade could hear movement somewhere out ahead of him, but it seemed to be coming from a good distance away.

Had they gotten outside already?

Noise from behind him caused him to spin about with his sword at the ready, but it was only Riley and the others, come to back him up.

“Easy, boss,” Riley said, gently pushing Cade’s sword away from where it was pointed at his chest. Thankfully he’d left a few steps between the two of them. “We thought you might get lonely rushing off on your own like that, so here we are.”

Cade answered Riley’s levity with a grin of his own; sometimes, that was the only way to face the hellish creatures they regularly fought against. It might not save their lives, but it had certainly saved their sanity over the years. “It’s your funeral,” he replied, as he made room for Riley to join him at the base of the steps. Duncan and Olsen stepped up behind the two of them, ready to go.

Cade hit the light switch on the wall, flooding the hall before them with light. The four men advanced as a unit, each of them turning as they did so to guard one quadrant of the compass, waiting for the enemy to come rushing at them as the darkness fell away.

But the room around them was empty.

It hadn’t been moments earlier, though; that was easy to see. A trail of blood led across the floor to a pile of covered furniture on the other side of the room and as the four men drew closer it was easy to see the iron door in the wall just beyond standing wide open.

The trail of blood leading over the threshold and into the earth and stone tunnel just beyond let them know just where the demons had gone.

Cade stared into the darkness of the tunnel, considering. His instincts screamed at him to give pursuit, to hound the enemy when they were at their weakest, to take advantage of their difficulties, but reason prevailed. The narrow confines of the tunnel would make it difficult to fight with their swords and if the demons were able to use a side tunnel to come up behind them, they’d be cut off from the only known exit.

Prudence said wait for another day.

Cade had just come to his decision when Duncan spoke up from behind him. “You aren’t planning on going in there, are you?”

“No,” Cade replied, shaking his head. “Too many unknowns. Let’s at least get this door shut though and see what we can do about barricading it against another attempt to get inside. It won’t hold for long, but all the noise the demons will make trying to get in might give us some advance warning next time.”

As the four men got to work, Cade didn’t fail to notice the condition of the furniture piled near the entrance to the tunnel. If the demons broke inside on their own, the furniture, especially the older wooden pieces, should have suffered much more destruction. As it was it was barely touched…

Almost as if someone had opened the door.

But who?

The answer, as it turned out, was waiting for them upstairs in the nave.

The survivors had begun the awful task of collecting the bodies of the dead, carrying them from the nave and putting them inside the sacristy where Nils and Cade had met earlier. Cade pulled Nils aside and explained what they’d found in the downstairs.

“A tunnel?” Nils said, when he heard what had been hidden behind the stack of furniture. “Father Giesler used to talk of a secret passage that had been used to smuggle out Jews during the war, but I’d always thought he was just making it up.”

“The tunnel exists, there’s no doubt about that. And the demons used it to gain access to the church, though how they got that iron door open still remains to be seen.”

“Oh, I think I can help with that,” Nils said, and led Cade across the room to a sheet-covered body lying behind a nearby row of pews. Nils bent and pulled back the sheet — which Cade saw was really an altar cloth — and exposed the corpse lying beneath it.

Cade recognized the dead man as one of those who had wielded one of the homemade flame throwers earlier that evening. He’d never been directly introduced so he didn’t know the man’s name, but he rarely forgot a face.

Which was a good thing as the man’s face was about the only part of him that was still recognizable. The rest of the man’s body was frozen in the midst of metamorphosis; he must have been undergoing a protean phase-shift when the bullet that killed him had found its home in the center of his forehead. Cade squatted beside the corpse and looked it over carefully. The man’s limbs had stretched a good foot longer than normal, giving him a decidedly unbalanced appearance. He’d also grown a covering of rubbery flesh that looked more like the hide of a seal than the skin of a human being. Nubs of bone — possibly the beginnings of horns? — were jutting out through rips in his shirt along the top of his shoulders and others could be seen along both sides of his torso. Cade couldn’t see below the man’s waist — the cloth covered that part of his body — but he had no doubt that he’d find the same thing were he to expose the rest of the man’s corpse.

The man had clearly been ‘infected’ by one of the demons; the question was when.

Cade glanced up at Nils.

“How did this happen?”

A shake of the head. “His name is… was… Stefan Braun. He was a halfway-decent mechanic at the auto body shop here in town and one of the men who helped this afternoon. You know, with the flame-throwers.”

Cade nodded.

Nils went on. “He seemed to withdraw after our excursion, but he didn’t seem hurt or anything. Just tired, you know? One of the women said she saw someone go down into the basement about half-an-hour before the attack and thinks it was him, but admits that she was half-asleep and could be wrong.”

Cade didn’t think she was, though. The drones they’d been dealing with all night didn’t have the spiritual power necessary to cross that threshold uninvited, so someone had to have opened the door to the tunnel in the basement and invited the hellspawn into the church. If Braun had been injured when he’d come out with Nils to rescue Echo, he might have fallen under the demon’s influence without anyone knowing about it. A Judas in their midst. Then, when everyone else was sleeping, or at least when he thought they were sleeping, he made his way down into the basement and opened up the door, letting the demons inside.

Cade explained as much to Nils.

To say the priest was horrified would have been an understatement.

“I led this man out there to try and rescue you and your teammates,” Nils said, the anguish on his face quite evident to Cade. “I told him it would be all right; that we had the firepower to defeat the creatures. Now you’re telling me that I’m responsible for turning him into… that? And as a result he let those things in here?”

“It wasn’t your fault, Nils. Braun could have spoken up; he could have told us he’d been injured. There might have been something we could have done for him at that point, but not later, not once the demon had taken control. And once that happened, not even Braun could be blamed for his actions, never mind you.”

Nils wasn’t convinced, but Cade didn’t have time to waste on his feelings at the moment. Braun hadn’t been dead long, so there was still a chance Cade could get some useful information out of him. But to do so he needed to act quickly, which meant keeping Nils occupied…

“Either way, there’s nothing you can do for Braun now. But the same can’t be said of the rest of your flock. They must be terrified after all this. Why don’t you go do what you can to reassure them, check to be sure no one else has sustained any injuries we don’t know about, and then pray with them? My men and I can handle this,” Cade said.

Nils stared at him blankly for a moment, then blinked and seemed to come back to himself. “Yes. You’re right. Pray with them. Of course.”

Cade waited until Nils had started across the room, then caught Riley’s eye and called him over with a toss of his head. Once the men had gathered around him, he filled them in on what he’d learned from Nils and then told them what he intended to do.

“Braun hasn’t been dead for long,” Cade said. “There’s still a chance we can learn something from him via my Gift. I want the three of you to keep the locals away from me until I’m finished.”

“Roger that, boss,” Riley replied.

Olsen nodded as well.

Duncan looked a bit uneasy, but Cade didn’t really blame him. The last time he’d done something like this in Duncan’s presence, it hadn’t gone so well. He’d ended up biting the younger man’s forearm, if he remembered correctly.

Never a dull moment.

Cade knelt beside the corpse and removed the thin cotton flesh-colored gloves that he wore everywhere outside of his own home. The gloves were there to protect him from those around him, even his closest friends.

Seven years before, in an encounter with the supernatural entity known as the Adversary, Cade’s wife Gabrielle had been killed and Cade himself had been wounded. When he’d come to in the hospital, he discovered that not only had he been left horribly scarred and without the use of his right eye, but that he’d gained some unusual abilities in the process. One of which was the power of psychometry.

In short, he could read the psychic impressions left on objects just by touching them with his bare hands.

The gloves he wore ninety-nine percent of the time kept him from being exposed to feelings and memories he didn’t want access to, but there were times when knowing such could come in handy.

Like now.

He removed the thin cotton gloves he was wearing and, with a glance at the others to be certain that they were ready, he reached out with his bare right hand and laid it on the dead man’s chest.

CHAPTER NINE

At first there was only darkness and a lingering sense of unease, as if he knew something was wrong but wasn’t able to put his finger on what it was.

Then the images exploded across the theatre of his mind’s eye, hundreds if not thousands of them, one overlapping the other overlapping the next, a literal flood, until it was hard to tell where one ended and the next began. With them came a cacophony of sounds and voices, crashing around and over one another in their haste to be heard.

Within seconds Cade was drowning in the tide.

He couldn’t discern individual voices, but the tone of each was unmistakably the same — pure, unmitigated terror. Whoever these people were, they were in fear not just for their lives but for their very souls. The images were no better; Kodachrome snapshots of men, women, and children suffering hideous fates, images so disturbing that they burned themselves onto the backs of his eyelids for all eternity.

And behind it all, the sense that something dark was coming.

Something that wanted to rip and rend and tear his flesh, to devour him whole…

Cade pulled his hand back with a gasp, struggling to push the images out of his head and regain some sense of connection with the here and now. It was never easy coming back from the visions generated through his Gift and this one was particularly difficult as the sights and sounds he’d experienced tried to drown him with their savage intensity.

He shook his head, trying to cast the memories aside, but he knew that they were here to stay as permanently as if they had been engraved on the inside of his skull. Just one of the darker aspects of this thing he called his Gift.

More curse than Gift. Not the first time he’d thought this, either.

“You alright, boss?”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m okay. Just give me a second.”

Cade took a couple of deep breaths and then rose to his feet. He staggered, suddenly exhausted, and was thankful for Riley’s steadying hand on his elbow.

“Anything?” Olsen asked.

“Not really. Or, at least, nothing useful. There were plenty of images — more than I’ve ever seen before, to be honest — but there wasn’t any cohesion between them. Nothing to tie them together. It was as if I was watching the memories of a hundred different people at once, all wrapped about each other like some kind of twisted kaleidoscope of pain and misery. It was not pleasant, I can tell you that.”

Duncan looked away and Cade was reminded of his sergeant’s discomfort with his methods. For all his own secrets, Echo Team’s newest member could be damned stubborn when it came to stepping outside the Rule, the code of conduct that the Templars swore to uphold when they took the oath of investiture and became a knight of the Order. Cade’s personal philosophy was much simpler — use whatever means at your disposal to conquer evil wherever and whenever it reared its ugly head.

Like now.

Cade was disappointed the attempt hadn’t produced anything resembling concrete information about the extent of what they were dealing with.

They were back to square one.

And time was running out.

“So now what?” Olsen asked. “If this bloke was stupid enough to invite those things inside, we’ve lost what little sanctuary we had. There’s nothing holding them back now.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Cade replied. “This is still holy ground and its difficult for creatures of that ilk to trespass on it, invited or not. And given the way they ran out of here with their tails between their legs, I’m not so sure that they’ll try again tonight. If they do, we’ll be waiting for them, as always.”

Cade’s quiet confidence was just the thing his men needed to hear. They’d been through a lot together and hearing his determination to hold fast to their mission no matter the odds was somehow reassuring.

“I don’t want any more surprises, however, so we’re going to stand watch in pairs. Duncan and I will take the first watch and—”

Riley’s deep voice overrode Cade’s with ease. “Nick and I will take first watch; you need to rest.”

Cade opened his mouth to argue, but then shut it again without saying anything. Riley was right; the use of his Gift on top of the battle they’d just fought had stolen the last of his energy and if he didn’t get some sleep he’d be useless when he was needed.

He caught the stony look his master sergeant was giving him and smiled in his direction to show his acquiescence. “Right, as I said, Riley and Olsen will take the first watch. I want one of you by the main entrance and the other stationed at the top of the basement stairs. Leave the door open so we can hear anything going on in the basement; might give us a few extra minutes of warning if it comes to it.

“If you hear anything unusual, anything at all, wake me up, understood?”

“Roger that.”

Satisfied that his men knew their duties, Cade wandered over to the nearest pew and stretched out on the wooden surface.

Within moments he was sound asleep.

Cade.

Wake up, Cade.

The voice pulled him from his dreams as smoothly as a fish on a line, dragging him up from the depths to leave him lying open-eyed on the hard wood of the pew on which he’d laid down to rest.

He blinked the sleep from his eyes and slowly sat up.

Around him, the room was silent.

Still.

No one moved; no one even seemed to breathe. It was as if everyone but him was frozen in time; locked in the space of a single moment that stretched on and on into eternity.

Cade felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

The voice, one he knew all too well, came again.

Cade.

With his heart pounding in his chest and his pulse racing wildly, he jumped to his feet and looked around. It only took him a moment to locate her standing at the top of the steps, the door to the basement open behind her.

Gabrielle.

She was wrapped in a long robe with the hood pulled up to partially obscure her face, just as she’d been the last few times that he’d seen her, but he had no doubt that it was her. He would know her anywhere.

When she saw that she had his attention, she turned and disappeared down the steps.

Cade hustled down the aisle and over to the doorway. He was just in time to catch a glimpse of Gabrielle as she stepped off the stairs and into the darkness of the room beyond.

He hurried to catch up.

When he reached the bottom, he found her waiting by the iron door leading beyond the church. The barricade he and his men had erected only a short while before had been cleared away and light could be seen emerging from the depths of the tunnel beyond.

What the hell was going on?

This wasn’t the first time Gabrielle had appeared to him and when she had deigned to do so previously it had always been in his best interests, so he wasn’t worried about her leading him astray.

At least, not too much.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to have some idea where he was headed.

“Where are you taking me?” he called to her across the room, his voice sounding unnaturally loud even to him in the stillness of the church.

She said nothing in reply, however, simply turning and walking into the mouth of the tunnel.

Cade followed.

Once inside the passage, he was surprised to discover that mining lights had been strung along its length at some point in the past; he hadn’t noticed them earlier in the evening when he and his men had discovered the entrance. The bare bulbs cast a dim light on the earthen walls around him, but at least he could see well enough to follow along in Gabrielle’s wake without tripping over the occasional pile of rubble that lay along the floor.

The air inside the tunnel was cold and smelled of damp earth and old decay, causing him to eye the walls and ceiling uncomfortably. They looked sturdy enough, but he’d be thankful just the same when he emerged at the other end.

Wherever that might be.

He tried to catch up with Gabrielle more than once, but no matter how quickly he hurried along, she always stayed just out of reach. He got close enough once to catch a glimpse inside the depths of the hood she wore and wished he hadn’t; the wet gleam of bone showing through on the ravaged side of her face was such a sharp contrast to the smooth, unblemished skin on the other.

After that harsh reminder of how he’d failed to save her the night the Adversary had attacked them, Cade wasn’t in such a rush to stay close.

Roughly ten minutes after he descended into the church basement, Cade stepped through a hole in the rear wall of the caretaker’s shed that stood at the far edge of the large cemetery that occupied the back of the church property. The door ahead of him was wide open, the harsh winter storm having pinned it back against the shed wall, and through it he could see Gabrielle winding her way through the gravestones toward the dense copse of trees just beyond.

Any chance of mistaking Gabrielle for a living, breathing woman was dispelled when Cade noticed the thick carpet of newly-fallen snow that the storm had deposited on the ground over the last few hours was completely undisturbed in her wake.

Bracing himself against the cold, he stepped out into the storm and followed his murdered wife.

CHAPTER TEN

Duncan awoke to find Riley’s hand on his shoulder and the other man leaning over him in the semi-darkness.

“Time to get up,” Echo’s executive officer told him. “Cade wants us ready to move in five.”

Move? Duncan thought. Move where?

He didn’t bother to ask, for he knew Riley would just tell him to wait for Cade’s briefing. He nodded instead and said he’d be ready.

When Duncan joined the others in an alcove off to one side of the nave a few moments later, he discovered they were as curious as he. For once, Riley didn’t know any more than he was telling, which was rather strange in its own right. As the number two man in the squad — in the entire Echo Team for that matter — Cade usually kept him pretty well up to speed, but not this time. After all they’d been through in the last twelve hours, the thought made Duncan uneasy.

That feeling only intensified when Duncan saw Cade approaching from across the nave. The Knight Commander was walking beside Father Nils, speaking earnestly to him as they came toward the others, and it was clear from the expression on the young priest’s face that he didn’t like whatever it was that he was hearing. Though they were keeping their voices down, the tension between the two men was obvious and Nils was repeatedly shaking his head in the negative. It seemed he didn’t want to do whatever it was that Cade was suggesting.

Good luck with that, Duncan thought. Once Cade made up his mind…

Duncan’s gaze dropped lower and that’s when he noticed that Cade’s boots were leaving wet footprints on the marble floor in his wake.

He’s been outside. Recently, too.

The plan had been for them to wait for morning and for the reinforcements due as soon as the weather passed. If Cade had left the safety of the church to scout things out, it meant either the reinforcements weren’t coming or that Cade had decided to take the battle to the enemy rather than wait for help to arrive. Neither one boded well for Echo.

When Cade reached them, he confirmed Duncan’s fears with the first words out of his mouth.

“I know where this thing is hiding,” he told them, “and we’re going after it.”

Fifteen minutes later Echo Team stood outside the entrance to the tunnel in the basement of the church. Olsen, Riley, and Duncan donned the makeshift-flamethrowers that Father Nils and his men had constructed and then listened carefully to Father Nils as he explained the operation.

Seems easy enough, Duncan thought. Pump this handle here, turn that knob there, and then squeeze the trigger.

Lighting the resulting jet of fluid seemed to be the only tricky part and he was reasonably confident that he could manage that without setting himself ablaze, so there didn’t seem to be too much to worry about.

Except for the horde of ravenous demons waiting to strip the flesh from our bones and feast on the remains.

Duncan reminded himself that it was probably best not to dwell on the minor details.

Cade turned back from his examination of the tunnel mouth and called them to order.

“All right, listen up,” he said, as they gathered around. “This old World War II tunnel leads beneath the church cemetery to the far side of the property before emerging at the edge of a thick pine forest. We’re headed for a cave system about three clicks inside the woods.”

Duncan glanced down at Cade’s still-damp boots and was tempted to ask how he’d discovered the thing’s hiding place, but then reason reasserted itself and he let the moment pass.

Sometimes, it’s better not knowing. Especially when the Knight Commander was involved.

“Conserve the flame throwers until we get to our destination; we’re going to need them more than anything else at that point and we don’t want to run out of fuel before we get there. As before, use your swords if possible, your guns if necessary. Understood?”

After receiving a chorus of nods, Cade took point, a fully loaded HK MP5 in hand. Behind him came Duncan and Olsen, with Riley taking up the rear. Father Nils attempted to follow, but Riley gave the priest a stern look and that was the end of that. Duncan didn’t blame him; he wouldn’t want to tangle with the master sergeant either.

The knight commander led them through the tunnel — cold, damp and decidedly uninteresting, Duncan noted, but free of demons, thank God — and out into the cemetery proper. It was still snowing, though not as heavily as it had been the night before, and the wind whipped through the gravestones with an eerie sound. Duncan did his best to ignore it his nerves were jangled enough as it was from what they’d been through already.

In addition to the flamethrowers, Father Nils had supplied them all with miniature headlamps of the type worn by the rescue crews who worked the ski slopes above Durbandorf during the year. The lights were small but powerful and should do quite nicely in the absence of their usual gear. Flipping on his lamp, Duncan followed in Olsen’s wake as they got underway.

They reached the tree line without incident and continued forward, slipping between the ancient trunks like wraiths. It was half-past nine in the morning but it felt like early evening; so dense was the cloud cover that very little light was getting through. Something about the darkness felt unnatural and Duncan had little doubt that the daylight was being held back in no small part by their infernal adversary.

Whatever the enemy has in store for this part of the world, it can’t be good.

No sooner had the thought passed through Duncan’s mind than Cade stopped abruptly and sank to one knee, a closed fist raised in warning.

As the others sank down behind him just as they’d been trained to do, Cade stared across the clearing at the spot where he’d seen his dead wife just seconds before. She’d only been there for a moment, but he was certain he’d seen her. She’d been standing amidst the trees, pointing at a spot between the trunks in the distance, and had looked back at him with an odd expression on her ravaged face.

He was staring off in that direction, trying to pierce the gloom brought on by the overhanging branches when a twig snapped somewhere out in the darkness.

It could have been a deer.

Or maybe a fox.

But he knew better.

“Hide yourselves! Quickly!” he hissed at the others urgently, afraid to raise his voice above a whisper.

Another glance that way showed several indistinct figures moving through the trees in their direction. Cade didn’t think they’d been seen, but it wouldn’t be long…

He scrambled to follow his own orders.

The thing that had once been Malcolm Heigler, the local butcher, and which was now a butcher in an entirely different sense of the word, followed the rest of his brethren as they made their way back through the trees toward the town of Durbandorf. Human vermin were still hiding there, somewhere, and it was Heigler’s job, along with that of the others, to root them out.

Heigler didn’t exactly think in those terms — he didn’t exactly think at all anymore — but the instinctual imperatives that he was following as part of the new creature he had become demanded it just the same, and he was happy to comply.

The group was roughly halfway across the clearing when something tugged at Heigler’s awareness. He paused, letting the others stumble,slither,lope, and walk around him, and then he glanced around.

Something didn’t feel right…

The clearing appeared deserted, the snow undisturbed except where his brethren had crossed it, and the thing that had been Durandorf’s butcher decided he had been mistaken. He turned and hustled after his brethren, eager not to be left behind.

In the creature’s wake, a moment passed.

Two.

Then three.

Suddenly the empty silence of the clearing was broken as a patch of snow near the base of several trees shifted and then rose, revealing the four men who had lain there for the last several minutes, pressed against the freezing surface with a half-a-foot of snow hastily thrown over themselves for camouflage.

They brushed the snow off and then checked to be certain that the flamethrowers hadn’t started to leak from being turned on their ends. Chilled but satisfied that nothing was amiss, the group got underway once more. As they did Cade thought he saw Gabrielle watching through the trees, but in the shadowed light he couldn’t be sure. Nor was there time to track her down and find out.

I’ll see you again soon, my lady, he thought in her direction, as he set out at the front of the squad once more, and that would have to be enough.

Hours earlier Gabrielle had led him through these very trees to a looming rock formation hidden deep within the depths of the forest. There’d been a cave at the base of that formation; a dark, brooding place that gave off a sense of evil so strong that it tied his stomach in knots and made him want to run away screaming.

Instead, he’d stayed just long enough to ensure that what they were looking for was inside and then he’d turned away, intending to return for the rest of his squad, only to find himself back in the church, lying on the pew where he’d settled down to rest just over an hour earlier.

At first he’d thought it had all been a dream, something brought on by his need to rescue his men and get out of this disaster alive, never mind his constant desire to see his wife again. But that notion only lasted until he’d swung his feet to the floor and discovered his previously dry boots were now suspiciously wet.

He didn’t know how or why his dead wife kept appearing to him, but one thing was for certain — he trusted her implicitly. He’d trusted her since the very first day they’d met, which was one of the reasons her loss had cut so deeply and had nearly drowned him in a sea of sorrow so deep that he might never have returned. Only his desire to avenge her death had brought him back from the brink, had driven him to track down the Templar Order and to rise though its ranks to his present position. And it was that position which allowed him to hunt creatures like this one — foul things that belonged locked deep in the bowels of hell, and not wandering free to terrorize other innocents like his beloved Gabrielle.

Her appearance now meant that time was running out; Cade was certain of it. They needed to get moving.

He checked with the others, making sure they were all right, and then set off again through the trees, moving as quickly as he dared without giving away their position.

So far, he was reasonably confident that the master demon was still unaware that they were coming. If it had known, the woods would have been teeming with so many demons that they wouldn’t have been able to move, never mind advance.

Unless, of course, it’s a trap.

The thought brought him up short momentarily and then he shrugged it off and continued on his way.

If it was, there wasn’t anything to be done about it now. They were going to face this thing, one way or another.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Duncan stared at the cleft near the base of the cliff wall in front of him and felt icy fingers scurry up his spine to burrow deep into the base of his neck. The very sight of the place unnerved him and he had no doubt it would be ten times worse once he was inside.

But inside was precisely where they were headed.

As they got closer Cade told them all that the entrance to the cave complex where the master demon was hiding was narrow. Staring at it now, Duncan realized that the knight commander’s comment was a contender for understatement of the year. It was barely more than a crack in the wall — wide enough to slip through, yes — but still barely a crack. Whoever was going in first would have to push his pack and weapon in ahead of him or wait for the others to pass it through once he was on the other side. Either way, for several agonizingly long seconds, that man would be defenseless.

Because of this, Cade would go first. He wasn’t the kind of commander who led from the rear; he would never ask his men to do anything he wouldn’t do himself and often assigned himself the duty of doing just that. Which is why Duncan found himself passing off the tank of his homemade flamethrower to Echo’s second in command and getting ready to slide into the cave mouth behind Cade.

How on earth do I get myself into these things? Duncan wondered.

Then there was no more time for wondering as Cade gave him a nod and then slipped inside the cleft, pushing his way through the narrow passage to the wider chamber he knew lay just beyond. Summoning his courage, Duncan did the same in his wake. Once the two of them were safely on the other side — and nothing rushed at them out of the darkness once they were there — Cade gave the ‘all clear’ sign. The equipment was handed through the gap and then Olsen and Riley followed in its wake.

The four of them found themselves in a small cavern with a tunnel leading into the depths from the opposite side. Cade waited for the others to re-don their homemade flamethrowers and then led the way toward the tunnel and into its depths.

They found the first body a dozen feet or so along the tunnel, pushed up against one wall as if it were nothing more than trash to be cast off and discarded rather than all that was left of a human being.

Or, at least, Duncan thought it had been human; the deformed nature of the corpse and the odd array of extra limbs, both insectoid and mammalian made it very hard to determine its original state.

After that, the corpses became more regular, until it seemed to Duncan that half of the town must have been lying there in that unholy tunnel, twisted into vile shapes that not even their creator could recognize. On more than one occasion he thought he might vomit; it was the thought of showing weakness in front of his battle-hardened companions that, more than anything else, kept him from doing so.

Shadows danced and writhed at the edges of the light cast by their headlamps, ratcheting up the tension with every step forward. Twice Duncan spun about, convinced that the enemy was sneaking up on them in the darkness, and it was only the steadying presence of the master sergeant that kept him from squeezing the trigger and sending a cascade of bullets into the darkness around them.

After what felt like an eternity, the narrow passage through which they were descending began to grow lighter, as if lit by something farther ahead and soon the men didn’t need their headlamps.

Travelers are often known to remark on how the yellow-red glow of a campfire can warm the soul before the heat from the flames ever reaches you, but there was nothing soul-relieving in the light that reached them from the depths of the tunnel at this point. It was a harsh, silvery glow, one that gave off the sense of being colder than the weather they’d recently traveled through and it slipped down the edges of the passageway to light their steps forward as they moved the last twenty yards to their destination.

At that point, the tunnel opened on a wide cavern and the stench of blood and guts and feces that swept over them as they crossed the threshold unequivocally confirmed that they’d found what they’d come to find — the location where the original summoning had taken place. It was here they would find the master demon controlling the protean drones they’d been fighting off all this time.

Duncan let his light drift across the floor of the chamber in front of him and immediately wished he hadn’t. A massive arcane summoning circle had been drawn in colored sand across the cavern floor and what he assumed was all that was left of the original summoners were scattered about within it. Limbs and entrails and a seeming ocean of blood filled the space wherever he looked. The remains were so strewn about that it was hard to tell which limb belonged to which body.

Using hand signals, Cade sent Riley and Olsen around the right side of the cavern while he and Duncan took the left. They moved slowly, stepped over the debris in their path, keeping an eye out for the master demon. Cade wasn’t often wrong, so if he said it was here somewhere, Duncan was convinced it was as well.

They had crossed roughly three-quarters of the cavern when a rustling sound reached them from behind a pile at the rear of the cave, an area that was all but shrouded in darkness.

Cade held up a closed fist.

Duncan gripped the barrel of his makeshift flamethrower tightly, his finger sweaty on the trigger. The lesser demons they’d fought so far had been bad enough, but he knew the thing that spawned them was going to be infinitely worse…

Before any of them could act, however, events took a turn of their own.

From behind the pile of rubble they were watching so earnestly stepped a young girl.

She couldn’t have been more than ten or twelve. Her blonde hair was in disarray and she had dirt stains on her face and hands. Her once-blue dress was now nothing more than a set of filthy, tattered rags that barely hung on her thin frame. She was shivering against the cold, or perhaps, Duncan thought, with fear at the sight of strangers standing before her with guns in hand, but her gaze remained steady and she stood before them without trying to run.

Seeing the young girl in this condition nearly broke Duncan’s heart. He smiled, to show that he meant her no harm, and started forward.

“Don’t worry,” he said to her, in his most soothing voice. “We’re here to rescue you.”

The child looked at him quizzically.

“Rescue me? Don’t be silly,” she said, with a laugh that should never have come out of a child’s throat. “What on earth would I need rescuing from?”

Then she lashed at his throat.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The moment the girl stepped out of the shadows Cade knew there was something wrong. His gut clenched, his skin crawled, and he could practically hear the screams of a thousand lost souls roaring in the back of his mind that she did not belong here, that her very presence was an abomination against nature itself.

She might look human, but Cade knew she was the farthest thing from it.

His gun came up, his finger already on the trigger, and from the corner of his eye he could see Riley and Olsen raising their weapons as well.

Trouble was, Duncan was in the way.

The sergeant had taken several steps forward the moment the girl-thing had come into sight and now he stood directly in Cade’s line of fire. If Cade pulled the trigger now, there was no way he could hit the creature without hitting Duncan in the process. But he couldn’t afford to let the creature escape either.

They had only one chance…

“Down!” Cade yelled, in his best command voice, hoping and praying that all the months of practicing to respond to commands delivered in that tone would bring about the unquestioning response that he so desperately needed.

Hoping and waiting to see for certain were at opposite ends of the spectrum however.

Cade didn’t hesitate another moment but opened fire.

Duncan heard Cade’s shout at the exact moment that the ‘defenseless’ girl in front of him lashed out at his throat with a hand that had suddenly grown claws several inches long. It was only his well-honed instincts for preservation that saw Duncan throw himself sideways out of the vile creature’s reach and, thankfully, out of Cade’s line of fire at the same time.

The roar of the knight commander’s weapon echoed in the cavernous space but Duncan was still able to hear the demon’s hiss of fury when it realized it had missed. He felt its claws slash through the space where he’d been kneeling a half-instant before and knew he wouldn’t have survived the blow had it landed the way the demon intended. He scrambled backward, trying to put as much distance between himself and the thing as possible, knowing as he did what came next.

The demon paused and roared at him, a sound that would have frozen him in place not three months before, but he’d come a long way in a short time. Since joining Echo he’d faced down spectres, revenants, even a cabal of necromancers with anger management issues; they’d all perished but he was still around. And major demon or not, he had every intention of surviving this one, too.

He heard Riley shout something over the din of battle and while he couldn’t make out exactly what was said he had a pretty good idea. He didn’t take the time to look, just threw himself flat and covered his head with his hands.

It was a good thing he did, too, for the jet of flame that shot out of Riley’s flamethrower passed mere inches over his head as it sought out its intended target. As if on cue, Olsen chose that moment to join the fray as well and soon it wasn’t one but two plumes of fire burning the spot where the demon had stood seconds before. Not to be outdone, Cade kept his finger on the trigger of his HK, sending a blistering stream of gunfire at the same location.

As Duncan slithered across the floor and out of the line of fire, he was confident that nothing could have lived through such an inferno.

He was wrong.

Cade gave the signal and the men stopped their attack, only to find the spot where the demon had been standing empty of any sign of the creature. If they hadn’t known any better, the evidence would have suggested that it hadn’t ever been there at all.

Into the stunned silence, a guttural voice spoke.

“Fools! Did you think me so easily defeated?”

As one the men looked up to find the girl-demon clinging to the ceiling of the cavern on her hands and feet like a spider with her neck twisted around 180 degrees so that she could look down upon them with ease. She had also grown three times her normal size, making her almost as large as Riley. Though her face had not undergone any obvious physical changes beyond the change in size, the evil that had consumed her was now plain to see in the nuances of her expression. As it hung there the demon seemed to flicker in and out of view, as if not entirely on this plane of existence, but that didn’t stop it from gloating at them.

And that voice…

“Your petty efforts would be considered nothing but simple amusements in the arenas of Hell. My drones have taken that festering warren of vermin beyond the trees and soon we shall spread beyond its borders, descending upon the rest of your people until they remember precisely why we were cast into the pit!”

That was as much as Duncan could take. Without waiting for orders he raised his flamethrower, sent a momentary prayer skyward that it hadn’t been damaged during his activities moments before, and then sent a stream of flaming liquid upward.

The demon made no move to avoid the flames. In fact, it seemed to Duncan that it actually leaned into them instead, and soon the smell of cooked flesh joined those that already occupied the cavern. Duncan kept it up until the tank all but ran dry, and then cut off the flames.

With horror he saw that the demon had not moved from its perch; had not, in fact, been damaged by the flames at all. It stared down in what he could only image was utter contempt and then began to move across the ceiling toward the tunnel through which they’d entered.

“Don’t let it get away!” Cade shouted and the Templars opened up with everything they had. Duncan tried firing his flamethrower again, getting a few weak spouts, while Riley and Olsen switched to their firearms, the boom of the former’s combat shotgun like exclamation points to the staccato chatter of the latter’s sub machine gun.

The demon shrugged off every bit of the attack, scurrying forward as if the men weren’t even in the room. In moments it would reach the entrance and, shortly after that, emerge into the outside world.

What were they going to do?

Cade watched this all unfold with genuine fear in his heart. He knew that if the demon united itself with its drones and disappeared into the surrounding forest, they’d never catch the thing. By the time they did it would be too late; it would have consumed enough souls and enriched its store of power so much that they would have to throw the might of armies at it to put an end to the horror.

He had to make do with himself and his three men.

And what good could they do, he asked himself as the demon reached the halfway point to the tunnel mouth. From the way it flickered in and out of sight almost as fast as he could blink, he could only imagine that the part of it that could truly be harmed was not in this dimension but in some other dimension beyond.

Still, his men would not quit. Cade watched Duncan’s flamethrower sputter and run dry, watched him unclick the straps that held it to his back and draw his sword, intending to chase after the creature, as much a member of his squad as Riley and Olsen, men who had been with him since he’d taken control of Echo. The blade of Duncan’s sword caught the light from his headlamp, reflecting it in a momentary beam of brilliant glory, even as Riley and Olsen drew their weapons as well.

Cade reached for his sword, intending to join them and fight to the last right there with them, when it suddenly clicked.

The demon’s flickering movement in and out of this plane.

The dazzling sparks of light glinting off the blessed blades.

Blades passed down from the Holy Father himself, blades that, unlike most other earthly weapons, were effective in both this world and the next.

… even in the Beyond…

“On me!” Cade cried, as he drew his weapon and rushed forward as fast as his feet would carry him, leaping over corpses and the remains of such, racing against time and hope to beat the creature to the entrance to the cavern while his men converged around him in a protective formation designed to help him reach his destination no matter the cost.

Luckily, the demon had already dismissed them as being unable to harm it and it paid them no mind as it made its leisurely way toward the entrance.

Cade got their first.

As one the Templar turned to face the oncoming creature.

Finally, the demon noted their unwillingness to surrender when it was not only more prudent but convenient and it intended to make them pay for their transgressions.

A cracking-crunching sound filled the air and multiple legs burst outward from the thing’s torso, spider-like and covered in dark, damp hair, allowing it to swing partially down from the ceiling to engage the man who dared defy it.

Cade waited until the last second, glanced down at the pool of fresh blood on the floor in front of them, blood that reflected the light from the headlamp he wore and for a split second became a sort of reflecting pool.

Without hesitation, Cade stepped into that pool, into that reflection, and slipped the bonds between this world and the next to enter the Beyond.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The demon hung there before him, just as he’d known it would, its true form impossible to hide in the mists and phantom eddies of the beyond.

The multi-eyed, multi-legged creature didn’t resemble anything particularly earthly and so Cade had a hard time looking at it, his mind constantly trying to fill in the blanks of what wasn’t there and driving himself slowly mad in the process.

He had not left the world of the living and the people it contained behind to replace them with a world full of creatures like this one.

It was time to finish the job.

The demon was startled to see him there, in the Beyond, the land between the souls of the living and the land of the dead, and as it reared it up in shocked dismay, Cade brought his sword up over his head and brought it slashing down on the thing that very well could have gutted the world of its humanity, both literally and figuratively.

The sword cut through the demon’s hide like softened butter, cleaving the creature in two in one fell stroke.

Reinforcements arrived just as the sun was breaking over the forest. The two combat units the Seneschal sent scoured the surrounding countryside, eradicating any of the drones that still lived. Many had perished with the demise of the master-demon that controlled them. The trauma team rounded up the survivors and began to treat their injuries.

The men of Echo watched them while resting beneath the overhang of a nearby building.

“What happens to them now?” Duncan asked, nodding toward the dozen or so individuals, including Father Nils, who had survived the night.

“The Order will give them a long-deserved vacation, caring for them and helping them through the ordeal. The physical danger might be over and their wounds will heal quickly enough, but their minds will be filled with trauma for a long time to come,” Cade replied. “We’ve got people who can help them deal with that. Eventually, if all goes well, perhaps their souls will heal and they can get on with their lives. If not, they can always join the Order.”

There was something in Cade’s tone that caught Duncan’s attention.

The question slipped out before he could stop it.

“Is that what happened to you, Commander?”

Cade turned away, staring off into the distance for a long moment, long enough that Duncan thought he might not answer at all.

But then…

“Hearts and bodies heal often enough, I suppose,” the Echo Team leader told him, “but the soul… the soul can be another matter entirely.”