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  from Angel Maker: Completed First Draft by Barry B. Wright

Chapter Fifty-Four
The Tyr Rune

Queenie feared the union of Reinhard and Werner. She needed time for deep thought to assess her present situation. There was too much noise and commotion around her and it threatened the skills she needed to ply. Stepping away from the group, she sought quietude in the room next to the bedroom where Elsa’s mother lay gravely ill. Closing the door behind her, she sensed a psychic intrusion as the normal equilibrium of her central nervous system was disrupted.  A prodrome signaling an oncoming migraine visited other people, not her. But, in that moment, her head felt tightly jammed between the jaws of one huge, slowly closing vise. Werner’s unexpected vile presence and baleful attempt to gather information left her defences unprepared and momentarily unbalanced. Sensing he was alone in his endeavor, she managed to keep his telepathic attack at bay. She was surprised by how much he was growing in strength. He had garnered her carelessly unguarded emotions and used those thoughts, feelings and fears to assail her defenses. She had warded off his earlier incursions, but, today, his assault was somehow different. She searched through her cloud of pain for answers as she began to mindfully scrutinize her surroundings. The bedroom was nondescript and grey. Except for the two men Leopold had left behind, now securely bound and gagged on the bed, there appeared nothing unusual or out of place. Werner’s intrusion became more demanding. Her glance narrowed to the two men on the bed who stared at her intensely. Suddenly, she understood. They were Werner’s conduits, his ‘enhancers’ who helped shackle her to his intent. The pain worsened. She grabbed her head in despair. The thrust of this malevolent beast within her made his pernicious goal clear. What he wanted she resolved never to give up. She broke loose.  “Captain Hall!” she screamed. “Help! Hurry!”

The door swung open with such force that the doorknob lodged in the wall. Lynn rushed in and went directly to her side. Behind her, in pursuit, his weapon at the ready, was Pavel.  

As Lynn attempted to assuag...

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