Apocalypse Soldier (5 page)

Cabrera wondered for a second if the man might be another FBI agent who worked with Doyle, but a special agent wouldn’t wear scrubs. Only one reason explained his attire. The stranger was trying to blend in and avoid undue attention from the hospital staff. Requesting a formal visit would have meant answering questions, and this man looked like he cherished his privacy.

“I’m sorry about what happened at the church.”

“Thank you, but you still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

The man’s gaze lingered on the scar that the demonic soldier had etched into Cabrera’s forehead — an inverted cross. Branding him with the mark of their cause and ensuring that he could never again offer comfort or forgiveness as a priest. He had only been allowed to live as a reminder of their ungodly power.

“All you need to know is that I’m trying to stop the men that attacked your church. What did they want from you?”
 

Cold determination shone in his eyes. There was a grim certainty in the stranger’s voice, and bleak commitment. That’s when it hit Cabrera. The man had to be military. It seemed so clear now. His ramrod-straight posture, his no-nonsense bearing, the way he’d positioned himself where a stray nurse wouldn’t spot him if she should pop in unexpectedly. Watchful, alert, one with his surroundings. And this insight brought another question to Cabrera’s mind. What kind of war was this soldier fighting?
 

Cabrera sensed that this man would never share his secrets, but he also knew the soldier was telling the truth. For whatever reason, he wanted to avenge the dead congregants.
 

Cabrera took a deep breath and spoke. “I believe these killers were soldiers.”

The man grew pensive as he processed this information and arched an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

This was the first time Cabrera had discussed the massacre and waves of anxiety washed over him. He thought of the woman the demon soldier was looking for. She was in terrible danger. Someone had to warn her…

“There were about fifteen of them, all following the orders of one man,” he said. ”The way they moved, the way they killed… I’ve done missionary work in Somalia and I’ve confronted my fair share of armed militia. These men were professionals.”
 

The stranger considered this for a moment before he said, “I know about the training you received in Rome. Two other priests with the same training were murdered within the last week. Why are you alive?”

I was spared because the devil knew death would be a mercy
, Cabrera thought, but instead he said, “I gave them what they were looking for.”
 

“Go on.”

The words flowed easily. Cabrera told the stranger about the demon that had invaded the sanctuary of his church and turned it into a killing field. He also told him about the young woman whose soul he’d saved eight years earlier. Whose soul might once again be in need of saving.

Nicole Robertson.
 

C
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IX

AROUND THE SAME time that Talon entered Cabrera’s hospital room, Nicole Robertson received a text from her roommate and best friend, Ashley.
“Hitting Hal’s for happy hour drinks. You down?”

Nicole yawned, downed her eighth or ninth cup of coffee for the day and responded, “Count me in.” A drink or two would put the challenges of her new job in perspective. Her first year as a hospital RN was making her miss college. At the end of the day she felt drained and before starting a shift, she’d wake up in the middle of the night full of anxiety, wondering about facts and procedures she needed to remember. The demands were overwhelming and she was beginning to understand the high turnover rate among new nurses.
 

School hadn’t quite been able to prepare her for what the actual job entailed. There were so many different types of patients that required her attention, and each day brought new lessons. But she was hanging in there. As one of her teachers used to say, “Nursing is an art, a science, a way of life and a privilege.” Nicole saw it as a calling. She wanted to help people and despite the long hours and lack of sleep, she could feel her confidence growing. The work was tough, but rewarding.
 

She wrapped up her charting, slipped out of her scrubs and clocked out. She was looking forward to some downtime with her roommate. Even though they shared the same living space, they barely saw each other nowadays. Ashley worked nights at a restaurant while Nicole disappeared for twelve-hour shifts during the day. An evening out to have some fun and catch up was long overdue.
 

She wished her co-workers goodnight and strode through the wing of the children’s ward. Before leaving, though, she couldn’t help but check in on her newest patient one last time. Manuel Rodriguez was seven years old, but the serious expression on his cute little face gave him the gravity of an adult. He was scheduled to have his tonsils removed the next day and when she entered his room, his contemplative, concerned gaze met hers.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

Manuel looked up from the Batman comic book in his hands and a hint of a smile lit up his face. They’d become best buds rather quickly. Manuel’s mother worked two jobs; Mrs. Rodriguez was a nanny during the week and cleaned houses on the weekends. Manuel knew his mom worried about the cost of his hospital bills and didn’t feel good about leaving her little boy on his own for his first surgery. Ironically enough, Manuel worried more about his mom worrying about him than he did the surgery itself. Seeing him trying to be tough and brave touched Nicole’s heart and all she wanted to do was give the kid a warm hug and reassure him that everything would be okay.

“Tomorrow is a big day. You should get some rest.”

“I’m not feeling sleepy.”

Nicole could relate to his insomnia. She’d spent countless sleepless nights over the years, her mind drawn back to a past she’d rather put behind her for good.

“Want me to read you something?”

For a moment the boy’s eyes brightened, and he nodded enthusiastically. Nicole grabbed the comic and dived into the story. She hated to keep Ashley waiting, but she’d feel worse knowing that little Manuel spent the night before his surgery wide awake. Fortunately, her roommate knew how to entertain herself – the girl wasn’t exactly shy.
 

By the time Nicole had finished reading the comic, Manuel was fast asleep. Smiling, Nicole dimmed the lights and snuck out.

She scanned her phone as she rode the elevator down to the parking structure. The text from Ashley read:
Making new friends – hurry.
The message was accompanied by a selfie in which she posed with two attractive young men. As expected, Ashley wasn’t wasting any time. She’d found some boys. Cute boys, too.

Damn, she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d gone out on a date, her social life was pretty much non-existent nowadays. Suddenly nervous she got into her Nissan Sentra and studied herself in the rear-view mirror. She looked like crap. Doing her best to ignore the bags under her eyes, she straightened her hair while she re-did her make-up. She was wearing jeans and a stylish blouse. Not her hottest outfit by a long shot but she didn’t want to waste time heading back to the house she and Ashley rented twenty minutes outside of downtown Sierra Nogales. The town was located right near the US-Mexican border and counted a population of 9000. She’d moved here right after she wrapped her nursing degree at the University of Arizona. The place was a sleepy, close-knit community, a far cry from the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles where she’d grown up.
 

She had found something in Sierra Nogal that had eluded her back home. Peace. Maybe even the possibility of future happiness.

She started the Nissan and drove to Hal’s, a local dive bar located only twenty minutes from the hospital. Aerosmith blared from the jukebox as she set foot in the crowded bar. Ashley was in the back, busy playing pool with the two guys from her selfie, completely at ease with all the male attention. Sometimes Nicole wished she shared her confidence when it came to boys.

Here we go,
she thought.

She ordered a Budweiser, took a deep sip and headed over to the pool table. Her roommate enthusiastically waved her over. “There she is. Save any lives today?”
 

“No, but I did clean out a couple of bedpans… And spent fifteen minutes trying to find a vein.”

“Okay, gross, too much information. By the way, this is Paul, and this is Rob. Fellas, meet my roommate Nicole.” The two men were tall, fit and handsome. Nicole drained the rest of her beer, made eye contact with the bartender to indicate she would need another drink, and joined the game. Part of her would rather just sit down and chill out, but the odds were good she might nod off, despite the blaring jukebox and raging pheromones. The adrenaline of the game combined with the masculine energy around her kept Nicole on her toes. By the time the last ball clacked into the pocket, she had enjoyed her second beer and was starting to feel pretty good.

God, I needed a night like this.
Nevertheless, she experienced a pang of anxiety when Ashley suggested that their two new friends join them at their place, for a round of drinks. A buzzed Ashley winked at her conspiratorially and whispered, “Live a little, girl.”

Nicole grinned. Tonight she’d follow Ashley’s advice. Lately her life had been reduced to work, work, work. Time for her to come up for air and have some honest-to-God fun.

They stumbled into their two-bedroom rental home, laughing. Ashley offered everyone shots while Nicole plopped down on the couch.
On second thought, bad idea.
She was hit with a wave of drowsiness. Rob sat down next to her. Within seconds, his strong arm was wrapped around her shoulders and she was wide-awake again. Ashley squealed playfully as Paul disappeared with her into her bedroom.

Nicole wasn’t big on casual hook-ups. As a nurse she was a little too aware of the various diseases floating around out there. But between the alcohol and her long period of celibacy, she decided she might make an exception tonight. Rob smelled great and she could feel the play of hard muscles under his tight shirt. He kissed her face, his tongue tracing her neck while his hand unbuttoned her blouse… Whoa, this was happening fast. But she was enjoying herself and decided to go with the flow.
 

Rob opened her shirt, his hand slipping inside, brushing over her skin…

And paused.

His fingers traced the webbed flesh of her scar.
 

Nicole swallowed hard. She’d hoped the beers and the living room’s low lighting might not make him pay attention to the scar that ran from her belly button all the way to her pubic area. She always dreaded these first encounters, the questions that would come up and the lies she’d have to counter them with.
 

“What happened?” was the standard opening salvo.
Eight years ago, a demon claimed my soul and used my body as a scratching post
. That’s what she wanted to shout in situations like this, but instead she would lie and say, “Car crash, banged me up pretty good.”

Rob reacted differently than the others. His eyes gleamed with a strange sense of awe as he lovingly caressed her scar tissue. There was something almost reverential about the act that both turned her on and unnerved her.
 

“I have a scar too,” he said.

“From the war?”

Rob told her earlier that he’d served in Afghanistan. With a warm smile, he shook his head.

“Let me show you.”
 

He unbuttoned his shirt. “I received this mark as a symbol of my devotion…”

As he spoke, Nicole heard a muffled thump from inside Ashley’s bedroom and a strangled scream that turned into a pitiful whimper.
 

The warm smile on Paul’s face had vanished, his expression now etched with fanatical glee. “We’ve been looking for you, Nicole Roberts.”

The use of her real last name — the name she lived with for seventeen years before legally changing it to Nicole Stivers — chilled her to the bone. After the incident eight years ago, she’d become a target of every wacko ghost hunter or religious zealot out there. Changing her name was her way of starting over and regaining ownership of her life. But the past had a way of catching up with you.
 

Rob finished unbuttoning his shirt. A scar in the form of an inverted cross ran from his collarbone all the way down to his belly button. Before Nicole could respond, Rob’s fist snaked out at her. The punch knocked her back into the couch. For a stunned beat, the room spun. The coppery flavor of blood filled her mouth and it propelled Nicole into action. Before Rob could strike her again, she rolled off the sofa, hit the living room carpet and feathered back to her feet.
 

As Rob lurched toward her, Nicole’s mind grew calm.
 

Eight years earlier a demon had violated her body and invaded her thoughts, nearly claiming her soul in the process. Her inability to defend herself had been the worst part of the ordeal. She swore to never be so helpless again, at least not against a flesh-and-blood opponent. She started taking self-defense classes and learned how to handle guns. Knowing Krav Maga was empowering, but a skilled male fighter wouldn’t just sit still and let her gouge out his eyes or kick him in the balls. A gun, on the other hand, was the ultimate equalizer in any fight, putting a 100-pound woman on equal footing with a 250-pound assailant. Her preferred firearm was the Glock 19, a compact version of the 9mm Glock 17, the favored sidearm of law enforcement. It was designed to reduce the amount of recoil experienced by the shooter, and the grip was fully adjustable. An excellent gun for a female and it could easily be concealed.
 

She kept her Glock in the bedroom. Odds were good that Rob would catch up with her before she made it into the room and she’d fail to reach the weapon in time. How to slow him down? Struck with sudden inspiration, she snatched the vase from the end table and swung it at Rob with all her strength. The vase whipped across his face and snapped his head back. No sound escaped from his lips as he flew backward and slammed into the hardwood floor.