Dark Angels

After one of the most gruesome and horrific periods in American history, Lieutenant Chase Remmington, a third-generation cop, leads a convoy of seven police cars and a swat team to the abandoned warehouse on the shoreline of Little Neck Bay.

The explosion triggers all the motion detectors around the building, detonating all the pipe bombs and blowing out several windows, doors, the upstairs fire exit and the glass rooftop skyline – rocking the building to its very foundations

Finally, the man drops to the floor and releases the machine gun from his grasp. He looks up at Chase with cold chilling eyes as black as pitch and smirks as he closes in.

To his surprise, he can feel a very faint pulse and heartbeat. ‘She’s alive, barely, but she is alive. Get the paramedics here immediately,’ he yells as he carefully lifts the woman’s head onto his lap and waits for help.

Instantly Stanton snaps his head around to face the judge, his jawline extending and exposing rows of dagger-like teeth. ‘Silence in my presence, you are not worthy of speaking to me, pathetic mortal.’

The prosecutor steps forward but is struck by Stanton’s swinging arm, knocking him backwards twenty feet through the air and into the seventh row of the packed courthouse.