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This part of the story also includes Lesbian Sex, Bondage and Mind Control.
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Part 4
Lady Rebecca Carmine watched the report unfold. Steelhaven had been rocked in the early hours of the morning by a violent attack upon an unassuming abbey, in the sleepy suburbs on the outskirts of the city. Swift and deadly, the attack had apparently left no survivors among the devoted who had called the abbey home.
She tightened her grip as she observed, ignoring the flinch that accompanied her actions.
"Quiet, I'm watching."
Body after body was being carried from within the hallowed tomb that the building had become, ambulances and police vehicles dotting the street and the lawn outside. Serious looking men dressed in dark suits stood in small huddles and talking urgently amongst themselves as they pointed at the shattered gate and the criss-crossed patterns of scorched earth that littered the ground, trying their best to understand what had happened.
It was the Greys of course.
She knew that and some of the serious men in suits might even know that. But they wouldn't say a word. Not in this city. It belonged to the Greys and no one else was going to cross them openly.
Rebecca continued watching as she was treated to views of the abbey interior. Blood spattered stone walls being photographed by Tyvek clothed professionals, technicians canvassing for shell casing and even more shroud covered bodies were all bypassed without a second glance.
She was eventually shown what could only be a library. Compact and packed with all sorts of books, scrolls and other assorted paraphernalia, it was obviously a carefully crafted collection, but what caught her eye though, was the body. Far away from the others and the massacre below, it stood out in its solitude, a lost, lonely soul.
The report progressed despite her curiosity about the corpse, a spell book held up and inspected; 'Conjuration, Illusion and Destruction: The 3 Pillars of Sorcery'. Not the usual reading you would expect from nuns but in her experience, it was far more common than appearances would have you think.
"That's everything of importance that I saw Ma'am."
Rebecca took one last look at the library presented before her, then released her grip on the man who was kneeling before her and as her hands left his head, the image faded from her own mind's eye. The report she had been watching, lifted from the man's own memories.
"You may rise Inspector," Rebecca gestured gracefully.
"Thank you, ma'am," the inspector groaned as he made his way to his feet with some effort, he wasn't a young man anymore.
Rebecca sat and waited for the man to gain his footing before continuing, she had no need to be impatient or press him further. The Inspector -- Inspector Jacob Young, Steelhaven Police Department -- and herself had been doing this long enough now that petty power games were beneath her. Jacob was loyal, and loyal to her alone, just like all her other moles and agents.
It was impossible to hide things from her, anyone that even considered betrayal very quickly regretted it. Only death awaited traitors amongst the Carmines.
"That was everything I managed to see of the abbey ma'am," Jacob resumed as soon as he was back on his feet.
"There was definitely a fight of some kind on the front lawn outside, several vans were also seen leaving. No plates, tinted windows, traffic cameras 'mysteriously' malfunctioned and lost them in the city," he continued easily.
"No significant magic was used inside the abbey that I was able to detect and at least one body was removed by the attackers.
"All of that adds up to one thing to me ma'am."
"The Greys,' she finished for him.
"Yes ma'am, the Greys," he agreed.
"Bold for them, brazen even. They usually don't flaunt their strength or influence upon the city so openly. Something must have forced their hand," Rebecca mused.
"I agree ma'am, and I believe I know what it is," Jacob said before starting to kneel once more so his revelation could be revealed.
"Oh, just tell me inspector. I know you don't intend to lie to me," Rebecca ordered.
"The Greys have had agents out hunting for a girl for the last few days. A girl with the surname McCallister."
"That's impossible!" Rebecca cried, realising what the inspector was implying, she knew that name, knew its history and what it entailed.
"The McCallisters are dead and gone, that damned curse wiped them all out and Steelhaven is better off for it," she spat.
"Not according to the Greys," Jacob replied.
"Now I don't know as much about the McCallister name as others, don't really care. But having a surviving member of one of the five families appear out of nowhere seems to me to be the kind of thing that would have Lord Grey acting so openly.