23Hello, Lover(s)It had taken Tazia a while to negotiate her way into Detroit through the various checkpoints. She’d paid off most of the human guards who held down the border, but met her match at the final barrier. The men there were in a mean mood, telling her that two guys had come through just a day or so earlier, and had killed nine of their colleagues.
The survivor, a short stocky guy, with a pronounced limp, described them to her. One, she’d recognized: tall, broad, blond, and a crack shot—Soren. He declared proudly that his colleagues had kicked the s**t out of the other—a weak and pathetic Soldier demon with some weird accent. From Europe, he’d reckoned.
It made no sense to her. Soldiers were physically the toughest of the demon types. They didn’t submit, and a few human bully
