There were two things wrong with
the raid: This was a sanctioned nest, and there was no
Master
Vampire on the premises, nor did I see one leave during the night. If the Master had abandoned his brood, which sometimes happened, it meant there was a good possibility he was still alive. If he hadn't, then the younger Vampires had overpowered and killed him. I needed to find out one way or another. But the more pressing concern washow did this happen? Brimstone prides itself on one of the most up-to-date and accurate record systems in the human or Inhuman world. Snafus like this were simply unheard of anymore. There would have had to have been a whole chain of errors that placed it on Maynard's desk and eventually in my hands. The chances of this error slipping through that many hands without getting caught were almost astronomical. I looked up through the iron bars. “Speak of the Devil." Maynard stood a few steps away, his arms folded across his chest accusingly. “Care to explain to me how Toby came in with seven bullets in his chest?" "I think you should ask Captain Dipshit with the Cleaners,” I spat out. “His team shot Toby." Toby growled half-heartedly.
Maynard shook his head. “That's not what Captain Peterson says in his report." Patrick Peterson?I had no idea what his last name was. Sounded like a comic book hero's poorly
conceived moniker. “Is that so?"
"As a matter of fact,” Maynard breathed, “he portrayed you and Toby in a very negative light. He claims you nearly botched the entire operation and endangered the lives of his men. He says Toby went in without authorization and was gunned down by Vampires." "Really?” I couldn't hide the sarcasm in my voice. “I was under the impression Captain Peterson was a trigger-happy moron. None of the Vamps had weapons, at least none that I saw. And, Maynard,” I scooted out from beneath Toby's head and stood up, “the nest was legal." Maynard stepped closer to the cell and lowered his voice. “Don't even joke about that." "One of the Vampires had a current Brimstone ID." "Damn,” Maynard spat out. He took a step back and started to pace. “Can you substantiate that?" I started to bite my lip again. “Not yet. I lost the card." He stopped and stared at me. “I want you back at that nest at sundown. I want that card." I nodded.
"This is both of our asses on the line, Rosy,” Maynard whispered harshly. “You're facing censure because of Peterson's claims. If you can find the card, we can turn the tables on him." I shook my head. “What about you? If I find the card, it paints you in a bad light. You gave the order to take down the nest,” I reminded him. “I don't want to ruin your career."
Vampire on the premises, nor did I see one leave during the night. If the Master had abandoned his brood, which sometimes happened, it meant there was a good possibility he was still alive. If he hadn't, then the younger Vampires had overpowered and killed him. I needed to find out one way or another. But the more pressing concern washow did this happen? Brimstone prides itself on one of the most up-to-date and accurate record systems in the human or Inhuman world. Snafus like this were simply unheard of anymore. There would have had to have been a whole chain of errors that placed it on Maynard's desk and eventually in my hands. The chances of this error slipping through that many hands without getting caught were almost astronomical. I looked up through the iron bars. “Speak of the Devil." Maynard stood a few steps away, his arms folded across his chest accusingly. “Care to explain to me how Toby came in with seven bullets in his chest?" "I think you should ask Captain Dipshit with the Cleaners,” I spat out. “His team shot Toby." Toby growled half-heartedly.
Maynard shook his head. “That's not what Captain Peterson says in his report." Patrick Peterson?I had no idea what his last name was. Sounded like a comic book hero's poorly
conceived moniker. “Is that so?"
"As a matter of fact,” Maynard breathed, “he portrayed you and Toby in a very negative light. He claims you nearly botched the entire operation and endangered the lives of his men. He says Toby went in without authorization and was gunned down by Vampires." "Really?” I couldn't hide the sarcasm in my voice. “I was under the impression Captain Peterson was a trigger-happy moron. None of the Vamps had weapons, at least none that I saw. And, Maynard,” I scooted out from beneath Toby's head and stood up, “the nest was legal." Maynard stepped closer to the cell and lowered his voice. “Don't even joke about that." "One of the Vampires had a current Brimstone ID." "Damn,” Maynard spat out. He took a step back and started to pace. “Can you substantiate that?" I started to bite my lip again. “Not yet. I lost the card." He stopped and stared at me. “I want you back at that nest at sundown. I want that card." I nodded.
"This is both of our asses on the line, Rosy,” Maynard whispered harshly. “You're facing censure because of Peterson's claims. If you can find the card, we can turn the tables on him." I shook my head. “What about you? If I find the card, it paints you in a bad light. You gave the order to take down the nest,” I reminded him. “I don't want to ruin your career."