Forrest's helicopter sliced through the sky, a dark silhouette against the sun setting over the South. His jaw ticked each time he thought of the Firstborn assassins. Not only did he save them after their previous Master's death, but he also gave them a new life and purpose in serving the Republic. He fought for them at the latest Alpha Convocation. This was how they repaid him — obeying someone else's orders the moment his back was turned.
As the aircraft touched down next to the Cathedral, the heart of the Southern Intelligence, the roar of the rotors did little to drown out the chaotic tumult of betrayal and fury swirling inside him.
Ximena was already waiting for him by the main entrance, the witch's delicious full figure wrapped in a tight, sleek leather dress that celebrated every
