And when the storm comes crashing on the plane...

The anarchs came out of nowhere, a whole coterie of them. Being anarchs, there was no real way to identify who they were or what they wanted. All that really mattered, though, was killing them quickly and quietly. Fortunately, as Artemis’ blade flashed under the glow of the streetlamp, she made quick work of the first one, putting out both of his eyes. Young Cainites were so foolish. They relied far too heavily on their disciplines. How were you supposed to Dominate when you couldn’t make eye contact? That was a puzzle he’d never have the chance to consider. In the next instant, the long blade of her ceremonial dagger sliced clean through his throat. His head never even hit the ground before it was nothing but a shower of ash.

Sadly, the anarchs were the least of Artemis’ problems tonight. She’d spent a good five hours waiting for a truck that never arrived. Under normal circumstances, she would have simply called Liam to find out what was going on, but the truck she expected contained precious cargo. Her sister. Diana’s failure to arrive from Phoenix wouldn’t do much to improve Liam’s disposition which, of late, had grown increasingly surly.

( The second anarch attacked... )