Hell Hounds

Chapter 51: Armoury Changes

         Trying to sneak into a room full of shifters that are ready for war was not as fun as it sounded. The image of a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs came to mind. In this case, the rocking chairs were half of her armoury and she was the cat.

              So here she was, looking for her mate in a dark room full of armed shifters. The only thing she could think of was the word crazy. It kept ringing through her head.

              Finally, Yolanda found him in a lower bunk by the far corner of the entrance. She stood there, looking at him. Yolanda so wanted to climb in beside him. But wouldn’t look good from any angle. If she shook him, he’d make noise in a panic.

              Okay, going in for a sleeping beauty with a role reversal. Why did her brain go to great efforts to make her laugh at moments like this? Gods, she hoped Ian found it funny. She leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips, praying she wouldn’t get attacked by him or someone else.

              Sure enough, his eyes shot open, and the kiss ended with him crab-walking backwards on the bed. Giggling, Yolanda whispered, “It’s me. We need to check in on things in the armoury.”

              “What? Why? You’re the arms master. Why can’t I sleep?”

              “You’ve heard of a fox in a henhouse?”

              “Yeah…”

              “We have Fianna in the armoury and as my new assistant your ass is by my side so when it comes time, we both know where they’ve moved shit.”

              “Wait, when did I become your assistant?”

              “Shh… and come on. I’m assuming you slept with your boots on.”

              “Teleporting fairies damn right I kept my boots on.” They tried unsuccessfully to whisper talk to each other, but as it goes three others woke up and there were a few complaints about the noise they were making.

              “Fine, come on, we can talk outside.” Ian grabbed his gear and followed Yolanda out of the room. Outside, he dropped his gear and grabbed her. He planted a far more attentive and insistent kiss this time.

              He leaned back from the kiss. “That’s better, okay, now what is this crap about being your assistant?” He frowned down at her, waiting for a response.

              “Simply, they are enlarging the armoury as we speak, and I needed an assistant before. Now I need one even more. You have the skill and training for standard weapons and the ability to learn quickly. Being my mate is a factor. It also helps that you need a job here beyond being our fixer within the RCMP. Now we need to get down there before they change everything so we can’t find anything.”

            “Fine, let’s go.” Ian waved Yolanda ahead of him while he

the heavy door. The armoury was abuzz with people. Hear was everywhere. Items were being examined, others were being tested, and there were clear signs of new gear coming in and fresh symbols

           Yolanda stopped someone passing by her. “Who’s heading this up

    “Armoury’s run by a Yolanda

         “Either you’re new or you think you are a comedian. I am Yolanda and I am looking for the Fianna in charge

         “Oh, geez. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. They didn’t show us a picture of you. It’s

    “Thank you. I will get that rectified. Now who and where, please.” Ian watched her with

   The young guy gave her directions, and she set off in

        “I kiss

              “It’s not my day, is

now shone at a blinding level in one place and almost non-existent in other spaces. But there were people everywhere. “Okay, now I see why you needed me down here. Wow, I didn’t expect to see so many

take things like this seriously. You know

      

        “Ha! If you claim mated status, your status

           “Wait. What?” Ian meant this as a joke and now he’s learning a lot

          “Brian, you must be Ian, Yolanda’s partner. Sorry for the surprise. Yeah, mates and life partners take on the identity species of the partner or partners for simplification. For you, that means you are a Black River Pack member, and you are under the rule of Gregory Wolversen.

   Yolanda snorted. “What Brian isn’t saying is every Fianna is related to the next, and they can give rabbit shifters a run for their money on mass reproduction. It’s a long hard story that’s messy and bloody at the same time. But they came around eventually, and it just might give us the edge we need. It’s another change the Fae don’t know about. Back then Fianna numbered only a handful of empowered monster hunters. They annoyed the Fae, and now with technology and research into

            “Wow… okay so now I’m a

is a Black River Pack Member. It means you belong lumped with them and no one

what in all

   “Fine, I’ll

“What do you have for me? Come on. I need to know and I’m dying to know. It’s like a birthday waiting for all the presents to be unwrapped.” Brian gave her a tablet

in there along with a briefing video. I need to get back before someone over there blows us up.” Brian jogged off, yelling at a group

    “I guess we’re stuck reading for god knows how long? The lighting, I assume, is because of

           “Yeah, and I recommend we make a note of the lighting configuration just

             “Okay, you read I’ll get a photo of the lighting panel. I’ll leave a message for the guys they teamed me up with, so they know where to find me as well. If they need

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