Nephilim and the Nun

My eyes shot to the two men beside me and they met my gaze. With a curt nod of my head, they crept from their positions beside me to the bushes about five steps to my right, taking up positions there. I scanned our surroundings before crawling to the bushes a few feet to my left. Plopping my sniper's rifle to the ground, I aimed it at our supposed enemies, viewing my target from the scope of the rifle. My shot had to be perfect to lessen the impending chaos. I had no doubt the Russian's were baiting us. One wrong move and we'd be down.

I kept my eyes focused on my target through the scope, waiting for the right moment to attack. The flies hovering around my face didn't make it any easier. Courtesy of the mud we'd used as a disguise to blend in with the bushes. A particularly stubborn one danced around my nose, moving gracefully towards my nostril. I exhaled a gush of air hoping it'd be enough to blow it in another direction but it didn't. I shook my head a little to get rid of it. That seemed to have work.

Lowering my eyes to the scope, I viewed my target, aiming at his forehead. His face was towards my direction, a grin etched on it displaying his crooked teeth. The moment had presented itself. My eyes zeroed in on him, my fingers moving towards the trigger. As soon as I pulled it, pain ricocheted through me as though the shot I'd fired returned to me. The effect of what I realized was a bullet that had penetrated me was so fast that the last thing I saw was my head hitting the grass, total darkness taking over.

Mild murmuring from multiple voices filtered into my ears. The voices were loud enough for me to make out how close the owners were to me. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see who they were.

Standing to my right was Garrett, one of my men. Beside him was Gary, his twin brother. They were still in their uniforms but it appeared they'd had a bath because their uniforms were clean, compared to the ones we've been crawling around in.

I was aware another man was standing behind me but I couldn't tell who he was. When I tried to turn in the unknown man's direction was when I noticed I was chained to the chair. My eyes snapped to the twins in a questioning look but all I got from them was a smirk.

"What happened? Why Am I chained?". I questioned in a stern voice, angered by their carefree smirks.

"Soon Quinn. Soon, you'll find out". Garrett replied, smirking.

Whatever it was that I'd find out wasn't going to be nice. That I could tell from the sheepish looks on their faces.

"Who's behind me?".

yours". Gary replied,

they've said, how about you show your face?". I growled out, not finding whatever game they

response was a chuckle from whoever it

facing the Russians?". I

control in me. I struggled to break the chains but my body wouldn't obey. Ignoring the sudden weakness that

at my attempts. I was still at a loss of what was so hilarious to them

to be able to

words, I stilled, blood draining

of the warding sigil

back, rounding the chair to stand opposite me.

it playfully. "Nice to meet you again". He smirked. All I did

armed forces, he was one man I didn't get along with. Some saw him as a good man of dignity and integrity but the

man as brave and intelligent as you are, who knew it'd be so easy to get you out the way". He spoke, grinning. "If I'd

couldn't tell. The pain I'd felt before I passed out made sense.