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God's Will Blood Line




The devil will come in many forms; will you see him for what he is when he arrives?

To put your faith in others rather than in God is to invite the devil himself to dine at your table.



Crisp air drifted down on the silent suburban housing development. The matching houses on each side of the street were an accomplishment of the homeowners’ committee, doing their best to ensure uniformity and stagnate progress in any way they could. The evenly spaced and perfectly groomed trees stood sentry, creating the illusion of tranquility. In reality the chaotic nature of daily life filled the tightly packed neighborhood with passing acquaintances rather than mindful friends. Each member of the community tried to remain afloat in his or her own world, so no one noticed the four black SUVs as they sped down the empty street with their bewildered passenger.

A lone woman sat quietly in her tan sedan, watching them leave. She played out the next few hours in her mind to ensure they had not missed anything. A gray laptop lay on the seat next to her. She picked it up and slid her seat back. She needed room to allow her fingers to dance over the keyboard. Seconds passed, and a smile crept across her face. Her brown eyes stared at the screen. The local emergency dispatch grid flashed an access granted code, and she placed a small black headset into her ear. She knew from experience that the call would be on its way in a few moments, and she was the one that needed to receive it. A small blue light flashed at the bottom of the screen. The address that scrolled across the screen was only two houses down from where she sat in her car.

The woman flicked the switch on the microphone and clicked on the flashing blue light with the cursor. “This is 911. What is your emergency?” Her voice sounded gruff, slightly deeper than usual as it came out of the computer’s speakers.  The synthesizer in the headset was working perfectly. A woman’s rushed and frantic voice spilled into her ear.

“I need help. My husband was just taken from our home! Men with guns took him away!”

“All right, ma’am, let me make sure I have this right. You say armed men came into your home and took your husband. Is there anyone else still in the house?”

“No, they all left. It is just my two kids and me. I need help!”

“Yes, ma’am, I understand. Can I please have you name?”

“Jennifer… Jennifer Willis!”

“Okay, do you live at 904 Huntsman Lane?”

“Yes, that’s our address. Please hurry.”

“Give me one moment, ma’am.” The woman in the car struck a series of random keys hard to complete the illusion for the woman on the other end of the phone. “Ma’am, we have a patrol unit and a detective in your area. They will be there in a few minutes. Are you sure you are safe, ma’am?”

There was a pause on the other end of the phone line. “Yes, I think so. Everything happened so fast. They just took him. They just took him!”

A triumphant smile crept across the lips of the woman in the car, “Yes, ma’am, I understand. Help is on the way. Do you need me to stay on the line with you until the officers arrive?”

A small sigh trickled through the line, “No, thank you. I will be waiting for them. Please tell them to hurry.”

The line went dead, and the woman in the car took off the microphone and placed the computer on the seat next to her. A black handheld radio wedged between the driver’s seat and the emergency brake suddenly squawked, and a deep voice barked loudly, “Cincaid, are we set?”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Yes, some things do take a certain amount of finesse, and that means they take a little longer to accomplish. We will execute in two minutes. Standby.” The radio remained silent. Cincaid knew there would be no response. The men on her team were professional. The plan was simple, and once they began, it would be over in a few minutes.

The details of the plan ran through her head. Her employer was meticulous, and every aspect was working out precisely as planned. The cars that had raced away moments ago had been filled with government agents, their actions manipulated easily by her employer’s influence. Now the second part of his plan was to be fulfilled by her and a small team.

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