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foliage, camouflaging him perfectly.  Meg knew exactly where he was, but even she couldn’t see him.  He had taken the sniper rifle and its four magazine cartridges with ten rounds in each with him.  Meg turned on her radio headset and whispered, “Creed?”
    “I’m here.” Meg could barely hear him, he spoke so softly.
    “I’m going to leave radio communication open from here on out, okay?”
    “Copy, that.” He was keeping his words to a minimum , as was his training.
    Meg hesitated, then added, “Thank you.”
    Creed was silent for a moment.  Just when Meg was about to repeat her self, thinking he hadn’t heard her, he whispered, “Don’t thank me.”
    “We can argue about it later,” Meg let a smile slip into her voice.  “ETA, ten minutes.”
    “Direction?” he asked, letting the previous subject drop.
    “Stand by,” Meg breathed and focused, and grazed the mind of Williams to get a feel for his location.  “He’s coming from the southwest.”
    “Southwest, copy that,” he responded.  Meg heard him breathe slowly through movements as he adjusted his position in the tree based on her new information.
    W ave s of love and pride for her family rippled off Margo as she scanned the room full of her family.   “We knew this day would come.” Her voice was steady when she spoke.  Everyone turned to face her as the strength in her words commanded respect. 
    “It was always just a matter of time.  We tried to live in peace far from Williams and his vile, inhumane ways, but he would not let us be.  He has hunted, tormented and tried to kill us.  He continues his crimes against humanity by using them as expendable test subject.” Margo’s eyes flashed with unrestrained fury remembering the first time she saw her three children at the Institute. 
    “You hearing this?” Meg whispered into her headset, wanting Creed to feel a part of her mother’s zeal.
    “Every word,” he breathed.
    “He will not be dissuaded from his vengeance.  He will not be altered in his sick thinking.  And he will not be ignored any longer.  Our family and those we love will have no peace until Williams’ reign of atrocities is ended.  None of us asked for this to be our war, but it’s ours now.  We are united in our goal to rid the world of this cancer.”  Meg felt her mother’s rage vibrate through her and was empowered by the fervor.
    “These mutant- metasoldiers he’s bringing with him have been created for the sole purpose of our destruction.  We will be their destroyers.  We need to send him a clear message today.  He needs to know we will not give in.  We will not back down.  And we will finish him. Everyone stay safe and stay sharp.” 
    She bowed her head and started an earnest prayer for the safety of all of them and for the souls of those Williams has tainted, that they may find peace.  She ended her prayer asking for strength and wisdom as they went into battle.  As everyone whispered, “Amen,” Meg felt the temperature of the room begin to boil with energy.  Everyone felt it.  They were itching to fulfill their purpose. 
    We are the destroyers now, Meg thought.
    The minutes galloped by, and Meg could feel Williams; He was here.
    “Meg, can you give us any more information?  Is he driving up?  Have they parked ?  Are there scouts?  What’s he thinking?” Alik whispered from across the room. 
    Admittedly, she was terrified to reach out with her emotions any more deeply than a quick “glance,” so to speak.   She could still taste the metallic venom of his essence in her mouth and was traumatized by those lost minutes when she was buried in his black death, but no one knew how badly Meg was emotionally wounded and thought nothing of asking her to channel Williams for their purposes. 
    Meg stopped breathing—feeling terrified and alone.
    “Meg , I know it must be scary to you,” Creed whispered right into her ear.  “Just do your best.  You’ve already put us