Frankenstein's Shadow (The Pattern Volume 2 Serialization Part 1)

By Elijah Stephens

While investigating a series of assassinations of local reporters who were uncovering the truth about strange sea-life off the coast, a Black Ops team discovers a schism within the government revolving around a mysterious rogue agent.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elijah Stephens
• Release date: Dec 5, 2014

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PART ONE

FRANKENSTEIN’S SHADOW

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You see in the world what you carry in your heart. Goethe

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Kay Malone woke up in darkness feeling like two different people and slipped from the satin sheets holding her in bed. She put her feet on the lush carpet and waited briefly to see if the man beside her was still asleep. He continued to breathe deeply at the same pace, so she fished into his pants in their bundle of clothes and removed his phone. With her heart racing, she walked through the shadows of the hotel room, naked and unable to hide what she was doing if the necessity arrived.

She closed the bathroom door and switched on the vanity lights over the marble sink before scanning his call log and texts for information about his contacts. Kay glanced in the mirror, which barely reflected her perfection above her shoulders due to her small stature and the raised position of the glass. Her heart sank when she saw that one of her colored lenses had fallen out.

She had to overlook many things for her career, but feeling the life drained out of her was pulling the spark from her eyes, which were now both brown and blue. She was going to have to search for it the following morning when he took a shower, but until then, she removed the unnatural lens and knew that he was too self-involved to notice.

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The world only annihilates itself for the purpose of rebirth, said the rotund man in a purple suit standing over his victim, a dark-haired man wearing a rain-resistant coat. From his place on the ground beside the dumpster, Echlin Sullivan was choking on the punch that he had taken for the privilege of getting close to the gangster.

Three of his henchmen stood nearby, the ones who pulled him outside when he asked too many questions at the bar. I just wanted to have a drink in my favorite neighborhood, he said through stinging lips and a mouthful of metallic blood.

Why are you dressed like that anyway? said the large man with a laugh. He bellowed with a ripple across his heavy gut, even if most of his girth was solid muscle.

On the infinite scale, only you can hurt yourself, Sullivan noted.

"Then let’s be glad for the