Reunion of the Fallen

Paris, France

2 weeks ago

4 months after the death of Marissa Wiegler

Two men sat at a small table overlooking the Eiffel Tower, wearing suits and having lunch.

"So…to the main point. One of your agents has gone…rogue?" the American asked.

"Not quite," the Israeli replied, and then continued, "but you are close. Isaac Ishmael, codenamed: Seraphim Sword, has simply disappeared without a trace. He was last seen in Morocco about four months ago, and we haven't heard from him sense."

"Morocco? Four months ago?"


"Oh crap."

"Something wrong?"

"Four months ago, we discovered the whereabouts of one of our rogue operatives, Erik Heller. We sent an old associate of Heller to capture him, but…it was a fiasco. The associate, her hired hands, and Erik Heller, were all found dead in Berlin."

"Who killed them?"

"Well…this will probably help you so I won't hide it, but just answer one question."

"And what is that?"

"Does Isaac have abnormal DNA coding?"

Glenveagh National Park

Northern Ireland

present day

Hanna took a deep breath and stretched. It felt so good to be here. In a forest when there is no snow on the ground.

"Hanna!" Hanna looked behind her and smiled as Sophie and her mother waved at her from on top of a big rock a few yards away. She waved back and began making her way over.

Ever since she joined Sophie's family, Hanna felt as though a great burden had been lifted off her shoulders. Marissa is dead, no one was chasing her, and the CIA could be attacking Mars for all she cared. This was her new life, and she was going to live out every minute of it.

Malahide Castle

near Dublin, Ireland

Patrick Fletcher looked the kid up and down before he asked the question that had been on his mind.

"Just how old are you lad?"

"None of your business," the boy snapped. "Now tell me," he leaned forward slightly, "what about my offer?"

"The IRA is all for it, but they all want to know the same thing."

"Which is?"

"What do you want in return?"

"That's easy," the boy answered, handing over a file with a symbol of two angelic wings stamped in black. Patrick opened the file then immediately closed it.

"Are you serious?"

"Completely," the boy responded, his bright green eyes gleaming through his night-black hair, "because I…

…am Nephilum."

to be continued