Page 321 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Which was funny since they were both in their mid-thirties.

She patted his cheek.

“Deal.”

Pulling their ski masks down, the ones with skulls on them, Maura and Jagger got out of the Hummer, the one they tucked into the trees, and made their way to the house.

Thunder crackled, and the air sizzled with energy.

Oh, that douchebag was definitely in that house. With each step closer, they could feel that juju.

And it sucked.

Once through the trees, the lights were off, and rose up ominously. In this storm, it looked…haunted.

Pulling a box from his pocket, Jagger scanned, and he picked up a signal.

“There’s security,” he whispered, just loud enough over the storm and wind so she could hear him. “Hitting the blocker, now,” he stated, doing just that.

When the red light turned green, they were all set.

“We’re in a loop. So, if this asshole is watching security, he’s not seeing us approach. Hopefully, Avi has him distracted.”

Yeah, that was the hope.

Now that they were ghosts, it was time to move.

Across the law they crept, grateful for the cover of darkness, despite the slash of lightning every so many minutes. With just the two of them, they moved like a well-oiled machine, accustomed to this kind of mess.

This was what they did, and it was what they excelled at.

For.

Sure.

As they reached the house, Jagger picked the lock and made sure the blocker was still at green. As the door opened, they found the security pad blinking.

Without hesitating, Maura slapped a blocker onto it, freezing the system, so they wouldn’t set it off.

That was when she gave him the go-ahead signal.

Once more, they moved in silence, and as they did, she was screwing the silencer onto her sidearm.

There was no doubt how this would end.

When Oracle called your number, you were done.

At the top of the stairs, they could feel the energy change. Pulling the two necklaces out of their pocket, the ones the witch had given them before they headed out, they put them on.

Neither wanted anything bad to happen.

As they crawled across the wood floor, they heard him and saw him.

He was in all black, sitting in a circle of salt and flame. Also, he was sitting in a puddle of blood.

And none of it was his.

“Oh, Oracle, be prepared to lose your crown, and all the dead in this town. I’m ready for you. Welcome to Hell.”