Politics of Blood (Gray Spear Society, #8)

by Alex Siegel

"Destroy him. Fate brought him to Chicago so he would be near us. We are the soldiers of God!" "Obviously." Norbert looked around. "I don't see any guns. Soldiers usually have guns." The monk looked down and clenched his jaw. "You have a weapon, right? One strong enough to destroy the Devil's spawn? Can I see?" "No stranger may see the divine weapon," the monk said. That statement got Norbert's attention. Maybe there was something here after all. He looked at Tawni, and she nodded. All the people in the room were staring suspiciously. Norbert wasn't worried. He was sure he could take the whole bunch without difficulty. Most of the cult members were obviously malnourished. "It sounds like you're embarrassed," Norbert said. "That's a lie!" the monk said. "The weapon shines with the Lord's glory." "I'll see for myself." Norbert walked forward. The monk grabbed his arm. "No!" Norbert knocked him down with a brutal elbow to the jaw. The others became anxious, and some of the men started to get up. Norbert drew a gun and fired at the ceiling. The concussion rattled the windows. All the babies started crying. "Stay where you are!" he bellowed. "I'm tired, I'm grouchy, and the stink in this place is making me nauseous. If anybody gets in my way, they'll get a taste of my divine weapon." He clenched his left hand so hard the knuckles popped. He and Tawni proceeded to search the filthy home. The bedroom had so many sleeping bags on the floor it was a joke. If this place had been a p...