Book Seven: Chapter 78

“Is that the entity from before?” Mads asked. Laurel studied the screen for a moment, waiting for the man’s camera to stop sweeping back and forth and focus on the doll.

“It isn’t,” she replied. “That looks like the one you threw out of here, doesn’t it?”

“Sir.” The merc’s voice crackled over the speaker. “It’s holding something.”

Cyrus looked again and realized that the doll in the chair was holding a piece of paper. The merc’s breath hitched as he moved closer, then knelt down to pick up the paper. The night vision made the letters hard to see.

“What does it say?” asked Darius. The merc’s flashlight clicked on, revealing letters written in calligraphy.

“It says ‘Tag, you’re it.’” The mercenary was about to say something else, but his vision abruptly shifted and he was yanked off his feet. He screamed in panic, and the sound of gunfire filled the air. The SoS ducked as bullets ricocheted off of the enchanted flaps of the Command Center.

“Alpha sq