Marcus was in his office as he was most days at this time of morning . He was trying to work and not think about Cally . It was not easy . 'She's done this kind of thing hundreds of time . ' Then he would play devil's advocate and think, 'but not as Cally . ' He was able to do a few minutes of work before his mind would again turn to her . He consoled himself thinking, ' Eagle was a professional . One of the best shooters in the world . Like Cally said easy peasy . . . ' Why was he so uneasy?
His office phone rang . Finally, he thought . "This is Marcus . " On the other side he could hear rapid breathing and a distant shout "Crap! it's bad!" Hal suddenly said, "Marcus, Cally's been shot! She moved in the split second before the round hit that Ivar character . She was stunned or some shit and Ivar hit her like a mack truck . He took out her throat! Marcus, man I, man I'm sorry, I think she's gone!"
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Hal waited a few seconds and heard no response from the other side . "Marcus? Are you there? Did you hear what I said?" Again silence . Finally, "What is Ivar's status?" "Yeah we took that bastard out with the second shot . But he had already got to the girl . He was wicked fast . "
"Copy that . I'll be up in the helo within the hour . Prepare an LZ . " with that Marcus disconnected . Hal threw the cell phone in the SUV and grabbed a couple candy bars and walked over to Eagle who was resting with his back against a tree . Tossing the food to him he said, "Man I think we missed our calling . We shoulda been actors . " Eagle looked up "So he bought it with no problem?" "Yeah, yeah . He seemed stunned . The omniscient Wotan is dead . The wicked witch is dead . And you were right . He's coming by chopper so he wants an LZ prepared . "
Marcus had stood up and was holding his phone . His mind was full of static and he wasn't thinking clearly . Truly his mind blanked out for several minutes . Forcing his thoughts into order . He called the pilot for the chopper . He quickly decided he wasn't in the right frame of mind to fly it himself as he often did . Next he called a two man security team and told them to meet at the helipad in twenty minutes . Finally he called the new Clan Home President Renard Durand, "Mr . President there has been an accident . "
Renard was just getting up to start his day and his new duties as the successor to Olen Hamundarson . "Oh? Did Cally's team miss this Ivar? We need to step up security here at Clan Home yes?" Renard started to steam ahead with preparations . "We need to send out intercept teams-" "RENARD . " "Yes . Yes what is it?"
"I received a call from the spotter sent with Cally . He said She stepped in front of a bullet and Ivar killed her . " Renard pulled the phone away from his head and stared at it blankly . 'This is ridiculous . It is a joke?' Thinking this in his head he finally asked, "Is this Marcus?" "Have you gone daft?! What the hell do you mean she's dead? I don't care if she was pulled apart by wild horses; she wouldn't die! Who says lies like this?"
Interrupting the enraged tirade Marcus said, "Renard, I received the call from Eagle's spotter, Hal . He said they shot her by mistake and the mad wolf ripped her throat out . They also said that as he attacked her they killed him with the second shot . I am heading up there in ten minutes by chopper . I am requesting that you join me . " Marcus was furious, enraged . "You're damn right I'm coming! Eagle shot her by mistake? Léon César doesn't miss! He is one of Jean Michel's people . That backstabbing weasel!" Renard was well aware of Eagle's origins . Wasn't he a Frenchman also? He was never one of the de Mont Rouge's people . Never a member of the Red Cliffs clan . 'hmfh!' When this was cleared up Cally would annihilate the entire clan!
Marcus ended the call as Renard continued to spout his refusal of such as possibility . Leaving his office, leaving guild hall, he looked up at the second floor at Cally's rooms . There were no lights and no discernable movements from Cally's girls . Deciding not to disturb them he headed to the hanger and helipad were Clan Home kept an H125 - Airbus . His pilot and security detail were standing beside the chopper that could seat six people . It was black with a grey interior . Stepping on board he said, "We are waiting for President Durand . " He gave the pilot the coordinates and sat back in his seat . He was sitting there thinking that he could never thank Renard enough for giving him hope . He was also thinking he might never forgive him for giving him a false hope .
Chapter end
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