The Heretic: Templar Chronicles Book 1 (22 page)

“Of course, Knight Commander. You have my permission to do whatever, I repeat,
whatever
, is necessary to recover the Spear.”

“Thank you, sir.”

As Cade reached for the disconnect button, the Cardinal leaned forward and asked another question. “What have you done with the traitor, Knight Commander?”

Without hesitation Cade answered, “I’ve got him secured in a place where he can’t cause us any further harm.”

Cardinal Giovanni nodded. “Good, good. When we’ve finished with the Necromancer and recovered the Spear, we’ll want to see to it that justice is served.”

For the first time in days, the Knight Commander smiled. “Have no fear, Your Eminence. Justice will be served. I’ll take care of it personally.”

*** ***

Olsen, Riley, and Duncan had just finished eating when Cade strode into the dining hall. The Knight Commander was still dressed in the same clothing he had worn the night before, bloodstains and all, and conversation among the other tables drifted to a stop as the rest of the men in the room got a good look at him. Cade barely noticed the effect he was having on those around him as he crossed to where Olsen was sitting and laid a piece of paper on the table before him. On it was the address in southern Louisiana that Donaldson had given to him.

“I need to know as much as possible about that location, and I need it in thirty minutes,” Cade told him. Turning to Riley, he said, “That’s how long you have to assemble the squad leaders from Echo and Bravo Teams and get them in the air with their men to the Lafayette commandery in Louisiana. We’ll meet them there later this afternoon. We’re running out of time, and I don’t intend to waste another minute more.”

Duncan got to his feet, a confused look on his face. “Where is Donaldson?” he asked, looking past the Knight Commander as if expecting him to enter the room behind him.

Cade ignored him, still concentrating on Riley.

“We’re going after the Spear. I want the Blackhawk pilots on alert and the armorers ready to outfit the assault teams. Be certain you’ve…”

“What did you do with Donaldson?”

Duncan’s voice was loud and cutting, his eyes full of anger.

Silence fell.

The two men stared at each other.

Olsen tried to intervene. “Duncan, I don’t think now is…”

Duncan cut him off with a wave of his hand without taking his attention from Cade. “I asked you a question,
sir.
I want to know what happened to Donaldson.”

Cade placed both fists on the table and leaned forward so that his face was inches from Duncan’s own. Softly, he said, “I left him behind, where he belongs.”

Duncan pulled back, the confusion on his face evident.

Cade watched as a look of horror slowly crossed the younger man’s face, but the Commander was past caring. He’d spent the last three hours forcing the location of the Council’s stronghold out of the traitor, hours that should have been spent going after the Spear. He no longer had the time to cater to the other man’s precious sense of fair play.

The Necromancer and his allies had declared war.

Cade intended to give them one.

He turned away, believing the conversation to be finished, but Duncan’s voice caused him to turn back again.

“You killed him.” Duncan said, and his tone spoke volumes.

Cade stared directly into the younger man’s eyes, speaking slowly and clearly so there could be no further misunderstandings.

“No, I left him in the Beyond.”

With grim satisfaction, Cade remembered looking back from the edge of the portal to where Donaldson stood in the middle of a mist-encircled field in the Beyond. In the distance, the howling cries of the oncoming spectres that had picked up their scent could be heard, drowning out the man’s pleas for mercy as Cade returned to the real world without him.

The Echo Team leader watched Duncan’s eyes grow wider as the impact of his statement registered, and he couldn’t resist a parting shot.

“Considering what was closing in on him, I’d say that killing him would have been a blessing. Which is precisely why I left him alive and well.”

The room was absolutely silent as he turned on his heel and walked out.

*** ***

Seven hours later the command elements for both Echo and Bravo Teams were assembled in a large conference room on the second floor of the training center at the Lafayette commandery in Louisiana. Riley, Olsen, and Duncan had been joined by the rest of Echo Team’s squad leaders; Martinez, First Squad’s fiery Latino; Wilson, Second Squad’s temperamental preacher, Baker and Lyons, Third and Fourth Squads grizzled veterans. Also present were the four officers from Bravo Team; Swanson, Mace, Kurita, and Pantolano. The rest of the two teams’ members were waiting in the main facility one floor below them.

Several free standing bulletin boards were set up in the front of the room. One contained a map of the state of Louisiana, with the target site circled in red southwest of where they presently were. Another contained old sepia photographs of a plantation house. Each of its two stories was surrounded by a wide veranda, with prominent columns. On the right side, the home was connected to what appeared to be a two-story greenhouse or conservatory. Separate photos showed additional buildings; a stable, a garage, others whose purposes were not immediately apparent.

A wider-angle photo on the next board showed how the lawn ran down to the water’s edge, where a boathouse had been built next to a dock that extended out into the bayou itself.

Duncan paid close attention to the photos, memorizing as much of the detail as possible. In the heat of a major firefight things could get confusing very quickly and he didn’t want to be at a disadvantage if he became separated from the main assault group.

Provided the commander even keeps me in the unit,
he thought sourly, remembering his outburst from earlier that morning.

Duncan’s concern was unnecessary, for Cade had already dismissed the incident from his mind. He had far more important issues to focus on.

“All right, listen up,” Cade said loudly as he moved to the front of the room. He waited a moment for the chatter to quiet down, and then continued in a quieter tone. “As you know, several of our commanderies have been attacked this week. We’ve managed to identify the group behind the assaults, and it’s my intention to carry the battle to them this time. Riley?”

A large picture appeared on the wall behind Cade as Riley switched on the projector at the back of the room. The picture was of a man in his mid-thirties, with dark hair and beard, dressed in shabby and ill-fitted clothes. Duncan thought he had the lean look of a man fallen on hard times, despite the fire in the man’s eyes.

“This is Simon Logan, a self-styled necromancer and leader of a group that calls itself the Council of Nine. We don’t know much about them, other than a few basics. They have always been fringe players, minor-league at best, without any real talent or ability. Given the number of genuine threats we face on a regular basis, worrying about the wannabes is usually counterproductive and so we ignored the Council in favor of bigger targets. As it turns out, that was a mistake.”

Cade turned away from the screen to address his men directly. “During the last few months, Logan and his followers have increased their knowledge of the dark arts to levels we never imagined they’d be able to achieve. My personal belief is that they have had some outside help — they’ve moved ahead too quickly to have done so on their own — but we do not yet have any concrete, tangible proof to that effect.

“Logan hasn’t been seen in public in almost three years, yet all indications suggest he’s still alive and running the show. His core group of followers, the ‘nine’ from the group’s name, are seen only slightly more often, though we don’t have anything better than blurry photos of men in hooded robes in an undisclosed location. Personal information on them is practically non-existent. Next slide, please.”

The image of Logan was replaced by a blurry image of the plantation house. It had been taken from a distance, probably from a boat out on the bayou, and this time was in color. The quality was poor, but even so the men could see that the structure had fallen into disrepair, and the bayou had long since begun its encroachment on the property.

“This is the plantation as it is today. Or so we think. No one has been allowed on the property for several years. The man who took the picture, a real-estate developer looking to make a big score, had just come back from a clandestine visit to the site three years ago when he was killed in a hit-and-run accident while getting out of his car to visit the local coffee shop. The photo was the only one that the police were able to develop from the camera that he’d left on the front seat of his car. Next.”

A photo of the Spear of Destiny followed.

“This is the Spear of Destiny, also known as the Spear of Longinus It is the weapon used by the Roman soldier of the same name to pierce the side of Christ at the crucifixion. For hundreds of years, people have believed that the weapon was either in the hands of the Vatican, safely ensconced in one of the pilasters that form the framework of Michelangelo’s Dome, or in a display case in the Hofberg Treasure House in Vienna.”

Cade looked up at the image, then back down at the men assembled before him. “I suspect you’ve all heard the news by now. Until last night, the real Spear was under our control in a special vault. What you probably haven’t heard is that we were betrayed from within. A man named Donaldson, the Preceptor’s personal aide, was, in fact, a mole working for the Council. As a result, Preceptor Michaels lost his life, and the Spear, along with several other important relics, vanished into the night in the hands of Logan’s followers. It’s our job to bring them back.

“We believe that Logan’s men have returned to their headquarters in northern Louisiana and that they are unaware that we are on to them. They will more than likely remain at that location, believing they are safe, at least for the time being. It is my intention to use that false sense of security to our advantage. By this time tomorrow, I expect that facility to be in the hands of our Order.”

The room buzzed with righteous excitement as the squad leaders acknowledged the mission before them and the chance they were being given to strike back at those who had dared to attack the Order.

The men quieted down as Cade revealed a large-scale map of the local area. The plantation’s position was prominently noted. “Echo Team will take ground transportation to here,“ he said, indicating a landing some miles away on the edge of the bayou. “A guide has been arranged to take us through the swamp so we can approach the plantation from the swamp. Bravo Team will be inbound in the Blackhawks by then.” Cade turned to face the Bravo commanders. “I want the men off-loaded and the choppers back out of the way as quickly as possible, understood?”

There was an answering chorus of yes sirs.

“Echo will take the plantation house, Bravo the surrounding buildings. Once the Spear is secured, we’ll get it out of there aboard one of the choppers, then destroy the rest of the vermin.”

“Questions?”

Kurita was first. “What can we expect by way of resistance?”

“We’re not entirely certain. The Council had nine key members. We know two are dead. What we don’t know is how many followers might be there on the property with the rest. We do know they are capable of calling forth a variety of nether creatures. We’ve faced revenants, spectres, and one minor demon in the last three days alone; so be prepared for anything once we hit the ground. We’re going to be going in fast and hard, with surprise on our side, but if we get bogged down in a long firefight, the odds will be on their side.

“Firepower?” Mace asked.

“Again, uncertain, though all of the Council members we’ve seen to date have eschewed weaponry in favor of their ritual magick.”

Martinez raised his hand next. “What are the rules of engagement regarding prisoners?”

“I don’t expect there to be any, as they’re not the type to surrender. If by some strange chance they do, you’ve got to be extremely careful that it’s not just a ploy to bring you within their reach. Cuffs, gags, and blindfolds, at a minimum, on every prisoner. You need to be absolutely certain that they cannot make use of their arcane abilities.”

“Understood.”

“We’ll have one chance at this, gentlemen. Once they know we’re on to them, they disappear like rats into the woodwork. The Spear is too dangerous to leave in their hands. We cannot allow that to happen.”

Cade caught the attention of Fourth Squad’s commander. “Lyons, would you do the honors?”

“Yes sir,” said the grizzled veteran. He bowed his head, waited a moment for the rest of the men in the room to do the same, and began to pray. “Lord, we are Your humble servants, ever mindful of our duty and obligations. Tonight we once again go into battle in Your name. Stand with us. Grant us the peace and protection afforded Your servants in such times of strife. I ask that You watch over every man that bears Your sword this night. Fill their hearts with courage and their souls with peace, and if it is their time to join You in heaven, welcome them into Your home with open arms. We ask this in the name of Your precious Son, Jesus Christ. Amen.”

Cade addressed the group once more. “There will be a special Mass at sundown should any of you want to receive communion before going into battle. Immediately following the service, we’ll meet on the grounds to board the choppers. Duncan, Riley, and Olsen, I need to speak to you. The rest of you are dismissed.”

Once the room had cleared, Cade addressed his command team separately. “Recovering the Spear is our objective. Everything else, including the welfare of our men, is secondary to that. No matter what happens, we are going after the Spear, is that understood?”

The three men nodded.

“Olsen, I want you in a chopper overhead with a sniper rifle. Tell one of the Bravo snipers to do the same in another. Have him bring a spotter; Duncan will act as yours. Once the assault begins, you are free to pick and choose your targets. Concentrate on the Council members and anyone who appears to be attempting ritual magick. Warning shots are unnecessary.”