Darkening Dawn (The Lockman Chronicles Book 5)

Darkening Dawn

The Lockman Chronicles: Book Five

Rob Cornell

For everyone who patiently waited for this final chapter of The Lockman Chronicles. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I loved writing it.

The Dusk

Chapter One

E
VERYTHING WAS GOING ACCORDING TO
plan, until the unicorns started tossing grenades.

The first grenade rolled into the hallway, thumping along the plush red carpet with the gold trim.

“Grenade,” one of the six agents surrounding Jessie shouted. The black-fatigued group closed in around her. Two of the agents grabbed her by the arms and hauled her back down the hall and around the corner.

The explosion came a second later. Bits of plaster and burning shreds of carpet flew out of the hallway and littered the marble flooring of the mansion’s massive foyer. The
boom
echoed among the twin columns on either side of the front door. The railing on the curving staircase to the second floor buzzed like a subwoofer pushing too much bass.

One of the agents—Agent Ree, if Jessie remembered right—had his arm stretched across Jessie’s chest, pinning her back against the wall like her mom used to do whenever they came to an abrupt stop in the car, as if her arm could do more than the seat belt. Agent Ree’s arm had a lot more strength than her mom’s, though. In his other hand, Ree held his M-16, barrel pointing up. As the plaster chips and carpet flaps settled to the floor, he squinted his almond-shaped eyes and cocked his head as if listening.

The strap of the helmet they had insisted Jessie wear cut against either side of her jawline, and the plastic cup against her chin felt slick with her sweat. Her flak jacket weighed heavy on her shoulders, but hung loose around her waist, making her feel like a church bell—
ding-dong
. Apparently, they didn’t make flak jackets sized for fifteen-year-olds. But this was her first “aggressive raid,” as Wertz called it, since the werewolves killed her dad four months ago. Four months, they gave her, to get over his death while she Returned supernaturals who actually
wanted
to go home. And four months to get used to not having any of the power she once did. No rapid vampire healing, speed, or strength. No access to the magic. So nothing to protect her in an
aggressive raid
except for six heavily armed agents with no sense of personal space, an oversized flak jacket, and a helmet that made her look like a walking stick shift.

A voice crackled in Jessie’s ear from the earpiece plugged into it. Wertz, in the van parked outside across the street. “What’s happening?”

Jessie raised her hand with the mic clipped to her sleeve to answer when the second grenade tumbled out of the hall and onto the marble floor.

Agent Ree shoved Jessie backward along the wall. Her shoulder knocked askew a painting of a majestic-looking unicorn reared up on its back legs, a point of light shining starlike at its horn’s tip. The sky behind it was a swirl of red and blue, like a melted sunrise.

The grenade detonated, the sound thrumming in Jessie’s ears and making them ring. The ringing burrowed to the center of her brain, stunning her for a second. In Ree’s haste to push her away, Jessie’s feet tangled together and she started to fall. But Ree gripped her arm and tugged her back upright.

Chips of marble rained over them. One nicked Jessie’s cheek. A liquid warmth rose from the spot. She touched her hand to it and her fingers came away bloody.

Wertz came on the com again, shouting something Jessie couldn’t hear over the ringing in her ears. Ree responded. The only word Jessie picked out was “grenade.”

Then Jessie heard Wertz’s reply, probably because he repeated it about a dozen times.

“Abort. Abort. Abort.”

Chapter Two

J
ESSIE KEYED HER MIC. “
N
O
. We’ve cleared the east wing and Returned three of them. Intel said there’s only five. We can take two more.”

“Two more armed with grenades,” Wertz said, voice cracking. “And intel could be wrong. Could be more of them in there. It’s not worth the risk.”

“They have to run out of grenades eventually.”

“Jessie—”

She gritted her teeth. A little over four months ago, they wouldn’t be having this conversation. Jessie would have gone in there and thrown their grenades back at them, if they were even fast enough to throw them before she reached them.

Yeah, because being a vampire was all sorts of fun.

For crying out loud. She already had Wertz smothering her, she didn’t need to argue with her own self.

Jessie keyed her mic again. “Wertz, I know you’re worried about me, but if I can’t send back a houseful of unicorns, how the hell do you expect me to Return vamps or weres?”

Agent Ree patted the shoulder of her flak jacket. “He’s right. Unis aren’t like in the cartoons. They’re smart and dangerous. Especially if they’re in the horn trade like these guys.”

All Jessie knew about unicorns came from one of her favorite books as a kid,
The Last Unicorn
. And like most little girls, she had always dreamed of seeing a real unicorn, until she grew up enough to learn there was no such thing…only to later learn there
was
such a thing.

So far, however, she hadn’t seen anything like a unicorn outside of the painting on the foyer wall. The three she had Returned in the mansion’s east wing were in human form. None of them had given the team any trouble, either. Six people all pointing M-16s at you had a way of encouraging cooperation.

Unless you had grenades.

Jessie shushed Ree. “Listen.”

“To what?”

“The silence.” The only thing Jessie could hear was the ringing in her ears. “They stopped throwing grenades. Maybe they only had the two.”

“Somebody talk to me,” Wertz demanded over the com.

Ree lifted his mic to his mouth, his eyes locked on Jessie. For a second, he hesitated. Then he said, “Sir, permission to engage. Jessie’s right. We back off now, these unis will get away and set up shop somewhere else.”

“And if Jessie is killed, the Return is over before it barely began.”

Jessie curled her lip. “We’ll never Return anything if you keep treating me like a China doll.”

Wertz started to say something, but Ree cut in. “Sir, my team can move in and neutralize the unis first.”

“And leave Jessie behind? Unprotected?”

“For Christ’s sake.” Jessie pulled her pistol from the holster strapped to her hip and flipped off the safety. “I have a gun, you know.”

Wertz sighed, the sound crackling like static through Jessie’s earpiece. “Leave an agent with her. And watch your ass, Ree. We’re not exterminators, but if it comes down to you or them, you waste them. I don’t want to have to make any uncomfortable phone calls today.”

The corners of Ree’s eyes crinkled. “Roger that.” Ree motioned to one of the two female agents on the team. Jessie couldn’t remember her name, but mentally referred to her as Spike because of her short cropped and gelled hair Jessie had seen before the agent had donned her helmet.

Spike was positioned against the wall on the opposite side of the hall entrance from Ree and Jessie. She peered around the corner before charging across to join them.

No grenades came tumbling out after her. Just more silence. And that dang ringing in Jessie’s ears.

Ree whispered, “Stick with Jessie while we clear the hall.”

Spike nodded and sidled up next to Jessie. She smelled like coconut, probably because of the gel in her hair. Either that or she moisturized. Weird thought, a machine-gun toting woman putting on lotion before going into a raid. But, hey, whatever helped her through. Jessie had watched the last half-hour of
Commando
with Arnold Schwarzenegger. Nothing like a good laugh at over-the-top movie action right before heading into the real deal.

Ree and Spike exchanged a final nod, then Ree made a twirling motion with his finger in the air and the other four agents crowded either side of the hall’s archway. Like Spike had, Ree peered around the corner. A quiet moment passed. Then he waved the team forward.

They filed into the hall and out of Jessie’s sight.

She strained to hear past the ringing in her ears. She picked out the crunch of their boots on the floor that the grenades had turned to marble gravel. “Hall is clear,” Ree’s voice came over the com. “Looks like it leads to a dressing room. Doorway on the right, probably leading to a bedroom or master bath. Left side of the room stretches out of view. Targets could be in either direction or both.”

Jessie’s gut tightened. She clenched her teeth, breathing through her nose and inhaling the burnt stink left behind by the grenades. She adjusted her grip on her pistol, more for comfort’s sake than any sense she would need to use it. There was no way those unicorns could get through the team.

Was there?

If they have more grenades, there is. One good toss and blam, total mission failure.

But wouldn’t they have thrown them by now? The closer the agents got to them, the more of a chance the unicorns would blow themselves up too.

Ree whispered through the com. “Dressing room is clear. Additional doorway leads farther east. Clearing the first doorway now.”

The sound of wood cracking echoed down the hallway as they kicked in the door.

Jessie braced for shouts demanding surrender or the chatter of gunfire to come next. Begged for it, in fact, so this silent tension would finally break.

Nothing. Just the ringing in her ears.

Then Ree’s voice, “Master bath is clear. Moving to the next door.”

Jessie’s gut did a flip. She leaned back against the wall, her helmet clunking against the frame of the unicorn painting. The haze left behind by the explosions made her feel like her vision had gone blurry. She kept trying to blink the feeling away, but only managed to dry out her eyeballs.

She didn’t like standing there like a bump on a log, as her mom used to say. Doing nothing but listening for the inevitable confrontation between the team and the two remaining unicorns with proficiency in grenade lobbing. If they had grenades, they had guns. Probably big guns. Jessie had seen enough of these raids to know the routine. If those unis were hiding behind door number two and Ree kicked it open, the situation could go from bad to super jacked in a millisecond.

But if she was there to Return the unicorns before they opened fire, this could end the way it was meant to.

She lifted her wrist mic to her mouth and keyed it on. “Wait.”

A silent moment passed, feeling like forever.

“Jesus, Jess,” Ree growled. “We were about to breech. What is it?”

“You need me there.”

Wertz cut through before Ree could respond. “Clear the channel, Jessie, and let them do their job.”

“What about
my
job?”

“What are you talking about?” Jessie had heard this tone from Wertz before. She could picture the gnome’s tiny face turning as pink as Hello Kitty’s bow.

“You said it yourself. We aren’t exterminators. If those unis are behind that door, I should be there to Return them before the shooting starts.”

“If there’s shooting,” Wertz said, “what’s keeping you from getting caught in the cross fire?”

“The Return.”

“This isn’t a quick draw contest. I’d rather see a couple of horn dust dealing unis get gunned down than risk your life so you can send them back to their happy homeland.”

Jessie clenched a fist. An oily sensation rolled down the back of her throat. “If that’s how we do things, what’s the point of the Return? Why don’t we nuke these supernaturals from orbit?”

“That’s ridiculous.”

She rolled her eyes. She should have figured a reference to
Aliens
would get totally missed by Wertz. The only movie she could get him to admit seeing was
The Wizard of Oz
. It took a lot of willpower to avoid making the obvious cracks about a gnome’s interest in a movie with munchkins in it.

“Just a figure of speech, Wertz. Get a grip.” She softened her voice. “Seriously, though. My calling is to Return supernaturals to where they belong, not execute them. That’s going to involve risk. But it’s the right choice. Otherwise, what’s the point of my existence? If I’m not the Return, then I’m nothing.”

Wertz didn’t say anything for a moment, but Jessie could tell he had his mic keyed because she could hear his soft breaths. She kept her mouth shut and let him work it out.

After another couple of seconds, Wertz said, “You’re more than just the Return.”

Yeah, well, she didn’t feel like it most of the time. But she kept the thought to herself and waited for him to continue.

“Fine. Get in there.”

Jessie pumped her fist and whispered a celebratory, “Hell, yeah,” ignoring the look from Spike as if Jessie had pooped on the marble floor.

“Agent Ree,” Wertz said. “You protect her like she’s family, understood?”

“Roger that,” Ree answered.

Jessie holstered her pistol. It would only get in the way of Returning. Then she jogged down the hall to join the rest of the team, Spike close behind.

Chapter Three

“
T
HREE…TWO…ONE
…”