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half of its clip in under twenty seconds, if that’s what she chose to do. Usually, the weapon held only a thirty round magazine but all sect weapons were modified and fitted with added improvements.
    Each round was capped with Camphine, an explosive liquid that detonated on impact, the sect only used such ammo when it went on code black alert. Not all held H&Ks. Four of the twelve held powerful tranquilizer needle guns, in case of an encounter with Pallida Mors or in the event that hostages were taken. There was a reason why the lethal MP5 outnumbered the needle guns, if the enemy even took a breath the wrong way, there would be no hesitation to kill him and whoever was with him.
    This was a very dangerous man. They were just outside of Springer Ville, Arizona, just minutes away from the border of New Mexico. The NSA satellite had matched the face of the wanted mercenary five hours ago, along with six or seven others on the property. Data support had not been able to match their shadowy profiles to any the sect had on file, but that didn’t make them any less dangerous.
    Sam and the rest of her team had moved into position to ring in the area, once they had arrived at the drop zone in sleek Blackhawk military helicopters that had taken off from the rooftop of the sect’s headquarters hour ago. She had kept her men out of sight as she split up her force, leaving her captain in charge of eight men not with her. Everyone had their orders but as an old military saying goes, a plan only survives until there’s first contact with the enemy.
    The area itself laid quiet, as if their targets had cleared out before they arrived, but she saw no update from Data Support of movement of any kind out of this area. It made her think that the enemy was up to something. Perhaps waiting on them. She couldn’t tell, but she disliked the eerie feeling of such stillness. The area consisted of two large barns on each side of the property with a smaller building flanking a slightly bigger one that was the main house.
    The info from Data Support reported that the place was supposed to house, raise, and breed thoroughbred racehorses. It was confirmed by the sharp smell of horse dung and sweat that hung in the air like a fixture of the environment. The reading she was picking up from her visor told her that the houses took up only one of the barns and she picked over what this place was actually used for, then she dismissed the thought.
    She had seen cleverly designed compounds doubling for training facilities before. The sect had many.
    “Wolf hunter, awaiting your signal,” the voice of her captain stated through their wireless transmitter and receiver.
    “Copy that, be on guard until we know exactly what we’re dealing with. I’m not trying to be on the wrong end of any surprises.”
    “Roger that. All is in place on this side.”
    Sam took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Darkness finally descended completely. “Weapons locked boys,” she said while lifting her own weapon.
    “Trendsetter, you sure everything is in place?”
    “From this part, I’m detecting multiple heat signals of hostiles,” replied her captain.
    “Looks like they’re asleep then. On signal, we’re going hot.”
    The sounds of weapons clicking around her sped up her pulse.
     
    *****
     
    Kimiko stopped to study the dingy looking warehouse in front of her and frown to herself. Her team had landed in Seattle, Washington almost two hours ago by helicopters. She wiped the rain from her eyes and shook her head. She could see why this was one of the wettest states in America, as a steady drizzle had fallen since the moment their feet touch the ground. There couldn’t be that much water trapped in the clouds, but evidently there was.
    The warehouse gave her a bad feeling when she laid eyes on the grimy four section building that looked like it should’ve been boarded up and abandon. The sides were wet by the rains like a dirty surface that was finally washed