Darkest Night. Will Hill

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      “Shall I circle, sir?” asked their driver, his voice loud and clear through the comms plugs in Jamie’s ears.

      “No,” he replied. “We’re not going to be here long. Ask Surveillance to bring up the CCTV grid for a ten-mile radius from this location and leave a line open.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      Jamie nodded, and looked at the house standing before them. It was identical to all the others on the estate, with one ghoulish exception; sprayed on its front door, in white paint that had dripped all the way down to the step, was a crude wolf’s head, its teeth huge, its eyes wide and staring.

      “Night Stalker,” he said. “Or a good impression, at least. Check the door.”

      “Yes, sir,” said Ellison, and jogged up the driveway, Qiang close behind her. She moved to one side of the door frame, her back against the front wall of the house, and tried the handle. It turned in her hand, and the door swung open.

      “Sweep the house,” said Jamie. “Both of you. Quick as you can.”

      His squad mates disappeared inside as he took a closer look at the quiet street. The night air was still and cool; his supernatural ears could pick out the low drone of dozens of televisions from inside the identical homes. Jamie spun slowly in the air, until movement on the other side of the road caught his eye; a curtain had fluttered in the window of the house opposite, as though someone had been peering through it until he looked in their direction.

      Nosy neighbour, he thought, and flew slowly towards the house. What would we do without them?

      Jamie rose over the low wall at the front of the garden, crossed the lawn, and waited in front of the window for the curtain to open again. He had absolutely no doubt that it would; the van and his squad’s unusual appearance would prove too tempting. Long seconds passed until the curtains parted, ever so slightly, and the face of an elderly woman peered through them. Her eyes locked with Jamie’s, and he smiled widely as they flew open with fright. The curtains snapped shut again; he waited a moment, then flew along the front of the house and knocked hard on the door.

      “I didn’t do nothing,” called a voice from inside. “Get away with you. I won’t look no more.”

      “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I need to ask you some questions.”

      Silence.

      “I’m not opening the door,” shouted the woman, eventually. “I don’t care who you are, I don’t open up after dark and that’s all there is to it.”

      “That’s fine, ma’am,” said Jamie. “That’s a sensible policy. I just need to know if you’ve seen anything unusual in the last hour or so.”

      “Just you lot,” said the woman. “What’ve you come back for? Can’t you leave that poor man alone?”

      Jamie frowned. “What do you mean, just you lot?”

      “You lot,” repeated the woman. “All in black, with that big van of yours. Twenty minutes ago it was.”

      “Thank you, ma’am,” said Jamie. He turned away, flew towards the house with the wolf on its door, and touched down on the drive as Ellison and Qiang reappeared.

      “Clear,” said Ellison. “Nobody home, no remains.”

      “Signs of a struggle?” asked Jamie.

      “There is a burn mark on the hall carpet,” said Qiang. “A recent one.”

      “And a lot of something that looks like blood,” said Ellison.

      “Shit,” said Jamie. “They’ve taken him, whoever he is. Load up.”

      The three Operators ran down to the kerb and climbed back into the van. Jamie dropped into his seat and took his helmet off.

      “Surveillance?” he said. “Are you there?”

      “Go ahead, Lieutenant Carpenter,” replied a voice from the speakers.

      “We’re looking for a black van that left this location within the last twenty minutes. Anything on CCTV that fits that description?”

      “Hold, please.”

      An agonising silence filled the van’s hold.

      Come on! thought Jamie. Hurry up, for God’s sake!

      “I’ve got a black 2008 Ford Transit leaving your location seventeen minutes ago,” said the Surveillance Operator. “Do you want me to track it?”

      “Yes,” said Jamie.

      “Tracking,” said the voice. “OK. The last camera hit was in Bramcote, four minutes ago. Seven miles west of your location.”

      “Good,” he said. “Keep tracking. Operator?”

      “Yes, sir,” said their driver.

      “Get us there as fast as you can,” said Jamie. “Don’t stop for red lights.”

      The van raced through winding suburban streets, weaving in and out of traffic and raising a cacophony of angry horns in its wake.

      Jamie listened silently to the Surveillance Division updates, trying to ignore the frustration building inside him; he could have got out of the van, leapt into the air, and been on top of their target within a minute, two at the most. But he was the leader of Operational Squad J-5, and they worked as a team; otherwise, he might as well carry out Patrol Responds on his own. The van’s external cameras fed the wide screen, and Jamie watched as the landscape they were speeding through changed; the houses and pubs and rows of shops were disappearing, giving way to dilapidated industrial buildings and bridges and yards.

      “Thirty seconds,” said their driver. “Dead ahead.”

      “Ready One,” said Jamie. “Be prepared for whatever this is.”

      Ellison and Qiang nodded. This was the highest priority call they had taken in more than two months, and the air in the van’s hold was thick with anticipation.

      “Ten seconds,” said their driver.

      Jamie got to his feet, took hold of the door handle, and lowered his visor as calm flooded through him. Then the van screeched to a halt, its brakes squealing, and he flung the door open.

      “Go,” he bellowed.

      Jamie dived out of the vehicle, swooped up into the air, and surveyed the scene. He found himself looking at a patch of wasteland behind a ragged chain-link fence, squeezed in between two warehouse buildings, both of them boarded up and abandoned. Kneeling on the ground was a badly burnt figure, his head lowered, his hands hanging limply at his sides. Standing over him was a figure dressed in black with a wolf’s head painted on its chest in white; a second, identically dressed figure was standing off to the side. Both were staring at the Blacklight van with wide eyes.

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