Redemption (The Alliance Series Book 1) by Marcus Abshire Page A

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                  It worked out well for us.
                  Nathan would usually create some distraction or give me protection; he would take care of the defense so I could go heavy on the offense.
                  "Let’s play this cool, I have a few things nagging at me and I want to see if I can get some answers. We know they weren't sent to kill us so maybe they will talk to us." I said.
                  "You mean you want to know why someone sent a centaur after us, if they meant to take us alive." Nathan asked.
                  "Got it in one." I said.
                  "Alright you do the talking; I’ll keep them from doing anything rash." Nathan said.
                  We slowly got out of the Neon and watched as three black Humvees pulled up and stopped about fifty feet behind us.
                  Five military types dressed in black B.D.U.s and combat gear got out. They were all carrying standard issue M-4 carbines with two of them having the M-203 44mm grenade launcher attachment.
                  These guys were not playing around.
                  They quickly assembled in a loose half circle around Nathan and me, never allowing their weapons to leave our chests. There are only a few military members that know of wizards. Even fewer who have been trained in combating supernatural threats. These guys were some of the finest non-magic users the P.S.F. has ever trained. That didn't mean they could take us, but it never hurts to have people who won’t pee their pants providing support when a Cyclops wants to eat your brains. You would be surprised how many men I have seen do that. It’s embarrassing.
                  Out of the third Humvee exited a man dressed in a business suit. He looked exactly like a company man. He had a nondescript suit the color of charcoal, a bland tie that stood out against his pure white button up shirt.
                  His shoes were black and had a mirror shine to them.
                  He had dark hair that came to a widow’s peak in front, like what you would think of in a b-movie about vampires, all slicked back.
                  He wore dark tinted sunglasses and slowly sauntered over to us shaking his head back and forth like a father scolding a misbehaving child.
                  "John, John, John, I always knew one day you would lose it and I'd have to come get you."
                  His name was Walter Simmons, agent Walter Simmons.
                  He was C.I.A. Ever since Dept. of Homeland Security was created, there has been a lot of intermingling of agencies.
                  He was in charge of the Recall or Remove unit. They either brought in rogue agents or eliminated compromised ones.
                  It happens more often than you might think. Sometimes an asset would be hunting a vampire only to find that vampire was actually hunting them, two fang holes later and there's a walking dead liability.
                  Other times a witch puts a successful hex on you. Hexes can be tricky. Occasionally assets are compromised when a wizard or other foul thing puts the mental whammy on them and is able to control them like a puppet.
                  Some can be brought in for cleansing, others cannot.
                  Walter always seemed to be in a better mood when he finds out someone can't be fixed.
                  That is where he seems to shine.
                  Personally, I think he’s a psychopath.
                  It's not so much his eyes that always seem to be empty and looking for something to fill them, but it's the way he glows when he knows he gets to kill.
                  I’m not perfect. I have killed too.
                  But for me it is not something I