hand, if you lost her, you'd fall apart, and for some reason, she's taken a shine to you. So that alone will keep her around. She's stubborn like that.'
I didn't know what to say to that. It was odd having ultimate badass, Earl Harbinger, trying to reassure me that everything was going to be okay. Yet, I could tell that he was as nervous as I was. He loved Julie like she was his own child, but then Earl was back to business. 'What else?'
'Well… I don't know how to explain it, but I had a vision, or something, just a few minutes ago.'
Harbinger cringed. 'Not this shit again…' I couldn't blame him. Last time I had visions, I had almost destroyed the world.
'Well, this one was different than before, but kind of the same. I think it was some sort of flash because of the artifact. Last time I had visions, I lived through parts of the Cursed One's life. But this time, it was just some weird little thing from Myers, of all people, when I touched his hand outside, and it wasn't even any big deal. It was just some random memory, where you guys were all eating burgers or something, but it was real… I think.' My boss reached over and poked me hard in the arm with one finger. 'Ouch! Hey, quit it.'
'Anything?' he asked. I looked at him strangely. 'What? I don't know how all this weirdo magic stuff works either. What else happened?'
'That's about it, and now you know what I do. No, I take that back. You know more than I do. What's the deal with you two anyway?'
Earl paused for a long time, trying to think of what to say. 'It don't matter.'
That pissed me off. I had put it on the line for this company. 'Oh, Myers seems to think that it does, and it looks like I'm stuck in the middle of your feud. I've bled, killed, and even died with this company. I think I've earned the right to know a few of MHI's deep dark secrets at this point.'
He just looked defeated now. 'It's no big secret, just not something I'm proud of. There was a Hunter named Hood once, good buddy of Myers and your father-in-law to be. They were real tight, like you, Trip, and Holly are now. Until I… I killed him by accident.'
'On a mission?' It wasn't unheard of. We made our living off the judicious use of firearms, high explosives, and pointy things in a real dynamic environment. Bad things happened occasionally. Hell, Holly had nearly blown up Trip once.
Earl shook his head. 'No… look, it don't matter. It was my fault and I made sure that it could never happen again. It was just a stupid mistake. But that's when Myers left us, and he's hated my guts ever since. He held me responsible, and by extension, all of MHI. I just… just don't want to talk about it.'
I believed him. I could honestly say that I had never actually seen him look remorseful before. The look was gone in an instant, and replaced with his usual gruff exterior. He coughed. 'No need to worry about that. What's done is done. Myers can kiss off. First priority, we need to keep you from getting capped by some death cult. If I let you get killed, Julie would never shut up about it.' He held up his hand and tapped his thumb and fingers together for the universal sign for nagging.
'Gee, thanks.'
'Aw, just messing with you. We're down to the last few days of this training class, and they're looking remarkably good. I've got some experienced Hunters running it, but they could probably use some help.' None of the senior Hunters liked taking time off paying jobs to pull training duty, especially since training didn't involve collecting any bounties, and seldom involved any killing, which were the two main reasons most of us got into this business to start with. 'As of right now, you're off active duty. You're going to stay at the compound and help with training.'
'What?' I shouted. Harbinger's personal team was kind of like MHI's mobile strike force. We mostly bounced around, assisting local teams as they needed it. It was considered the sweetest gig in the company by many, and with the level of monster activity around the country being what it was, we were almost always busy. 'No way. I should be out there working cases. Our team's due to get called up anytime now.'
'The rest of us are. You ain't. Not until this blows over. Look, Owen, it's not anything personal. I would do the same thing for any of my men, and you would too, should you get your own team someday.' I had noticed that since I was planning on marrying his great-granddaughter and heiress-apparent, Harbinger had taken an interest in my leadership skills. 'Provided you live that long.'
'That's not fair,' I muttered.
'Fair? Boy, you're in the wrong business if you want fair. What's not fair is all of us getting killed walking into an ambush meant for you. The compound is the safest place for you to be, surrounded by firepower. No monster has had the guts to attack the compound in fifty years.'
'I can take care of myself, Earl.' I insisted. 'This is bull-'
He cut me off. 'Decision's final, Hunter.' His tone suggested that he was not about to listen to me. Earl had been running this gang of type-A personality mercenary killers since my grandfather was in diapers. Nothing I said here was going to sway him once he had picked a course of action.
'What's to keep them from sending an army of zombies against the compound? He did it in Mexico.'
'This place has been warded,' he explained. It was obvious that I didn't get it. He sighed and backed up. 'You know how vampires can't come into a place unless they've been invited? Well, we've got something even better than that covering the compound. No undead can enter here, period. And if this guy's main weapon is bossing around undead, this is the safest place you can be. No transdimensional creatures either, which rules out anything sent directly from the Old Ones.'
'How's that work?' I asked.
'Beats me, but it does. We found a ward stone a long time ago, and set it up here. Any undead that cross the threshold of this property just explode. It's really kind of neat. Don't go spreading that around, though, because once in a while some undead come by with a bone to pick, and it's fun to watch them blow up when they cross the gate.'
'I don't like it…' I muttered.
Harbinger pulled out a pack of Marlboros and shook one into his hand. 'I didn't say that I'm going to make you sit here forever, did I? Don't worry. We'll figure out a way to deal with this cult. The Feds might not be able to handle it, but they're a bunch of bureaucratic twits. I'll call in some favors and we'll start working our sources out on the dark side. We'll find them ourselves, then take care of this problem, MHI style…'
'Which usually involves chainsaws,' I said happily.
'Yes. Yes, it does.' He flipped open his MHI logo Zippo and lit his cigarette, indicating that this was bothering him more than he was letting on. He usually didn't smoke inside the main building unless he was under a lot of stress. 'In the meantime, you lay low here at home base.'
'If the compound's so safe then what about this spy?'
'I think Myers is a liar,' Harbinger answered, a little too quickly. 'But… I didn't get this old by not being paranoid. Look, you think getting stuck on training duty is a joke, fine. Congratulations, you're now responsible for rooting out this mole if there is one.'
Now I figured he was just humoring me. 'And just how am I supposed to do that?'
Harbinger shoved the Feds' file folder toward me. 'I don't know yet. Use your imagination. I'll gather the others that I know we can trust, and you can meet me in the main conference room at six. Ditch the federal weasels on the way. In the meantime, don't let Franks screw around with any of our stuff. I don't trust that guy.'
'Okay, first off, we need to set some ground rules,' I spoke slowly and avoided using big words so Franks wouldn't be confused. Past history indicated that when he got confused, he tended to hit me. He and the three other Feds were sitting across from me in the MHI cafeteria. Franks was on his fourth sandwich and apparently had a metabolism like a blast furnace. The other agents-Torres, Herzog, and Archer-listened intently. The one thing I could say for the Feds, they did take their jobs really seriously. 'You don't need to be so close. Here at the compound, I'm safe.'
Franks snorted. Agent Torres actually raised his hand, which made me feel a little silly. I pointed at him.
'Owen. May I call you that?' I nodded. My friends around here usually just called me Z, but it would be a cold day in hell before I ranked anybody from the MCB as a friend. 'I know this is awkward, but we're just here to help.' Torres was the youngest, and seemed sincere. He did seem to really respect MHI, which was abnormal. After the meeting, Holly had told me that she thought he was the cutest too, which had caused me to roll my eyes so hard that I had actually hurt myself. He had given me back my precious guns though, so I was inclined to not totally hate
