The Heretic: Templar Chronicles Book 1 (5 page)

Duncan watched, dismayed, as his new commander turned away, remounted his ATV, and, gunning the engine, took off through the trees toward the manor house in the distance, leaving him behind with the medical team to contemplate his actions, or lack thereof.

For the first time in the eleven years since he’d made the vow never to use his unearthly ability again, Duncan questioned whether he’d made the right decision.

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They regrouped later that evening in the commandery’s great hall: Cade, Riley, Olsen, and Duncan. The rest of Echo Team was officially on stand down, waiting for the senior members to determine an appropriate course of action, but they’d been placed on unofficial standby status by the senior NCOs. It was still too early in the investigation to need them, but that didn’t mean it would stay that way.

Duncan was the last to arrive. Cade didn’t even turn to look at him as he crossed the room and took a seat at the end of the table near Sergeant Riley.

The meeting immediately got under way. Cade turned to his number two, and asked, “Riley?”

The team’s security and demolitions expert had been assigned the task of examining any evidence left behind by the attackers. He unrolled a large blueprint of the facility and its surrounding grounds on the tabletop for the other men to see. Clearing his throat, he said, “I started with the gate.” He pointed to the entrance into the compound, the same one they had all driven through several hours earlier. “You’ve all seen it. Clearly it’s how the attackers gained access to the grounds. Considering its condition, my first thought was that they had used explosives, but I was unable to find any blast marks or explosive residue on the gate, the columns, or the road itself. Nor did I find any damage to the gatehouse. My next thought was that they had taken a relatively large vehicle and simply driven through the gate, but the lack of paint residue or clear impact point ruled that out as well.” Riley shook his head. “Something came through that gate, something big. That’s about all I can tell you right now.”

Cade nodded in acknowledgment and gestured for him to continue.

“I left a forensic team at the gate, just in case I missed something, and moved on to the rest of the grounds. There were several areas that showed signs of a confrontation. Here, here, and here,” he said, pointing on the map to large grassy areas in front of the main entrances to the manor house. “Prior experience says that the local Knights made a stand before the entrances, giving their brethren inside time to prepare themselves for the assault. I collected blood samples and shell casings from all three locations. The blood was sent to the lab for analysis, though I suspect it won’t tell us much other than that it came from our brethren. I examined the bullet casings myself; all of them are our standard issue 9mm ammunition. That leaves us with three options; the attacking force didn’t fire a single shot, used the same caliber weapons as our troops, or policed their brass so well that they didn’t leave behind even one shell.”

Remembering the doctor’s comments from earlier that afternoon, Cade suspected the former. “Tire tracks? Shoe prints?”

“Neither. If it wasn’t for that damn gate, at this point I’d be willing to believe that they flew in over the wall and flew out again the same way, without ever touching the ground. According to the physical evidence, our guys were the only ones here.”

Cade turned to Olsen. “What about you?”

“I’m afraid what I have isn’t much better. Using some of the Preceptor’s men, I organized search parties to cover the entire estate, particularly the manor house. We searched this place top to bottom. We looked in every room, every closet, every nook and cranny. Except for the wounded man you and Duncan discovered, we didn’t find a single survivor. It’s really too bad the medics weren’t able to save him; we might have learned something from him. Right now, all we’ve got is a lot of bodies and no answers.”

Duncan waited for Williams to denounce him in front of the other squad members, but the Commander simply nodded at Olsen to continue.

“While the teams were searching the grounds, I spent some time checking the electronic infrastructure. The alarms and emergency warning systems are all functional. So are the cameras. Yet last night, every single one of them failed for approximately three and a half hours for no known reason. The backup systems also went down.” Olsen looked at each of them. “Whoever they were, they came through our security like it wasn’t even there. They knew exactly what defenses we had in place. Even worse, they knew just how to get around them.”

Duncan didn’t like what that implied. It added more credence to the Preceptor’s belief that it had been an inside job, something Duncan would have considered inconceivable before then.

For the first time, Cade looked in his direction. “Where did we get with the interviews?”

Duncan met his gaze squarely. Was that a flash of contempt in his eyes?
No matter, concentrate on the business at hand,
he thought. After he’d escorted the med team back to the manor house, he’d been ordered to interview the men who’d first discovered the situation. “I confirmed that the men had been isolated from each other since our arrival, and then interviewed them one at a time. Aside from a couple of insignificant details, they tell the same basic story.” Duncan knew the other team members would be measuring his response, trying to get a sense for how he would fit into the group. He spoke calmly, carefully weighing his words, directing his response to Cade but knowing the other two sergeants were listening as well. First impressions were important.

“Both men had been on leave together, rock climbing in New Hampshire for the weekend. They received an urgent page from the duty commander at around 3 A.M. this morning, signaling them to return as soon as possible. They packed their gear and drove south immediately thereafter, arriving here around 7 A.M. They were obviously too late.”

Duncan glanced down at his notes, before continuing. “I checked their service records; they both seem to be good men, dedicated to the Order and to its mission. They are clearly distraught over what has happened, and so far haven’t given me any reason to distrust their explanation or question their story.” Finished with his report, he sat back and waited.

“All right,” said the commander, after only a few moments of thought. “Unless forensics comes up with an angle we haven’t seen yet, we’re going to have to do this the old-fashioned way. I want all three of you working the files first thing in the morning. Start with the latest threat assessments. I want to know every single individual or organization in the last six months that has been labeled by our intelligence people as dangerous. Of those who have actually made threats against us, I want to know who has the manpower, financing, and equipment to pull off an assault like this one. After that, we need a list of any other group or groups that are capable of such an attack, regardless of whether they’ve showed up on a recent watch list or not.” His gaze swept the table and the men seated around it. “They caught us once unprepared. That will have boosted their confidence. Chances are they’ll hit us again. The longer we take to get a lock on who they are, the higher the likelihood of its happening again.”

Cade turned to face Riley. “I’m going to recommend to the Preceptor that he place all of the North American commanderies on alert effective immediately. I want you to work with the temporary base commander to come up with a suitable way of protecting this location in case they decide to take another shot at us this evening. When you’re done with that, put the rest of Echo on twelve-hour standby.”

“I have the feeling we’re going to need them sooner rather than later.” With that final comment hanging in the air, the commander stood, indicating the meeting was adjourned.

CHAPTER SIX

Templeton Commandery, Cincinnati, Ohio.

Knight Lieutenant Nathan Jessup stared nervously out into the fog.

Unusually thick and heavy fog.

Instead of clinging to the ground in small, swirling pools and eddies, it rose like a wall, sweeping down the length of the road that was the only entrance to the estate, a juggernaut inexorably marching forward. From where he stood on the opposite side of the tall iron gate that governed access to the property from the road, Jessup watched the fog advance slowly through the night until it stopped a few hundred feet from the gate.

He shivered, and not as a result of the cold September night air. He turned away from the sight and stepped back inside his guard shack. He crossed to the small portable heater and stood in front of it, trying to warm the chill from his bones.

Every few moments, however, his gaze was drawn back to the windows and the slowly advancing fog that crept its way toward him and his meager sanctuary.

Ordinarily he didn’t mind such weather. It made driving some of the backcountry roads a bit difficult and played havoc with his ability to keep his window clear, but that was usually the worst of it.

This fog was different, though. Its very presence tugged at his nerves, and, more than once, Jessup felt like someone was watching him when his back was turned.

Watching.

Waiting.

Moving closer.

He shook off the uncomfortable feeling and decided he’d stood there alone in the dark long enough. It was time to hear another human voice and remember he wasn’t the only one out on the grounds pulling guard duty that night. He put the handheld radio close to his mouth, intending to check in with control, when a sound from out beyond the gates reached his ears. Lowering his hand before keying the mike, he stepped outside his guard shack to investigate.

A minute passed with Jessup standing just inside the gate, his head cocked to the side in an effort to hear better.

Two minutes.

Three.

He was about to give up and blame it on his overactive imagination when he heard it again.

From out of the fog came the sound of human footsteps, muted by the damp air, but audible nonetheless.

As Jessup listened, the footsteps grew closer.

Gradually, a figure could be seen, moving out of the haze toward the gates. It was indistinct at first, nothing more than a darker stain against the lighter fog where the spotlights cut into its heart, but before long, as it grew closer, Jessup could tell it was a man.

Whoever he was, he was dressed against the night’s chill in a long overcoat with a hood pulled up and over his head, obscuring his face from view. The boots on his feet struck the pavement with hard, sharp footfalls, clearer now that he had emerged from the fog, the sound following each step like a devoted puppy.

The visitor strode up to the gate and stopped.

Jessup watched the man examine the gate, him, and the area beyond, but the man’s hood shrouded his face in darkness, and the guard was unable to see his features.

“Can I help you?” asked Jessup.

His own voice sounded strange to his ears, the fog muting the sound and making it seem flat and lifeless.

The visitor made no response.

Jessup stepped a few feet closer, the radio in his right hand forgotten, his left hand on the butt of the pistol at his waist. “Sir? This is private property. Can I help you with something?”

A strange sound came from the dark depths of that hood in response. It took Jessup a moment to realize what it was.

Sniffing.

The man was sniffing the air, like a dog tracking a scent. His head moved in a slow circle, the sniffing continuing, until at last it came to rest pointed about fifteen degrees off center.

Turning his head to follow, Jessup realized that the manor house lay directly through the trees in that direction, despite the fact that it couldn’t be seen from the street.

Jessup felt his skin crawl at the sight, and a chill passed through him. He’d had enough; this was just too weird. Turning back to his mysterious visitor, he opened his mouth to order him away from the property.

The words never left his throat.

When he turned around he found that the fog had suddenly jumped forward, closing those last few hundred feet until it stood like a barrier on the heels of his hooded visitor. It writhed and rolled, churning about like it had a life of its own. Faces could be seen here and there within its depths, grey distorted shapes with mouths open wide in silent screams, ghostly phantoms shrieking for release.

Jessup stumbled backward, the radio falling from his right hand in shock as his left hand clawed frantically for his weapon.

He was too late.

The intruder raised an arm and pointed a hand at the gate, a hand that was battleship grey in color, with an extended finger tipped with a long, curving, yellow nail. A high-pitched keening suddenly burst from inside the thing’s hood.

The sound was deafening in volume, pounding at Jessup’s ears, forcing all thoughts out of his head except the need to cover his ears and escape from the noise. He forgot both the radio and the gun, slipping to his knees and using his hands to try and block out the sound. Despite this, he found he couldn’t take his eyes off the figure standing on the other side of the gate.

The fog grew more agitated as the keening continued, the faces forming and dissolving at a furious speed, each more horrible than the last. Then something larger moved with the depths of the fog.

Jessup watched in horror as the fog suddenly charged the gate. He glimpsed an indistinct shape of horrendous proportions in its depths, then the bars of the gate were peeled apart to create an opening large enough for a man.

The strange visitor stepped through the gate, chuckling to himself, and the fog followed obediently at his heels.

The sound of Jessup’s screams soon drowned out the newcomer’s laughter.

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The battle was going well, so much so that the man born as Simon Hamilton Logan but now known to his followers simply as the Necromancer decided it was time for phase two. He and his acolytes changed their clothing and swiftly climbed inside the two vans that would take them to the other side of the commandery grounds, where a small cemetery awaited their attention.