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little,” Marcus mumbled, not really wanting to speak ill of the Tracker.
    Ryder threw his head back and laughed. “He doesn’t work well with others, Marcus. We had hoped by sending him with you he might learn some patience. But he came back so angry at you and the world, Falcon ended up sending him to South America to ask the Amazons if they knew anything.”
    “What the hell kind of punishment is that?” Marcus asked.
    “He came back with a broken arm and four festering arrow wounds,” Ryder said, leading Marcus down the hall. “He’s been pretty calm since then.”
    Marcus laughed. Leave it to Cameron to mess up an opportunity to stay among some of the most beautiful and powerful woman in the world.
    “Bowen is in Germany, but he will make it. Cameron is in Chicago. He said he would show up at the appointed hour and not a minute before.”
    Marcus raised an eyebrow. “And that is calm?”
    “He is staying out of trouble, that’s all I care about, brother,” Falcon said stepping into the hall he exchanged a hand shake with Marcus.
    “So any ideas yet?” Marcus asked.
    The Trackers had contacts everywhere, and he wouldn’t be surprised if they knew exactly what was going one and why.
    Falcon gave Marcus a black look. “All I know is the Infernos, and all the portals into it have been locked. The last intel we received was something had attacked.”
    Marcus released a pent up breath. “Calliope.” It was a statement not a question, which meant bad news for all of them.
    “It was our assumption as well.”
    Marcus had a sinking feeling things were going to get a hell of a lot worse before they got any better. Why was it when the Trackers were involved a well laid plan always went up in smoke?
    ****
    All eight Trackers sat at the large dining room table with Kyra next to Ryder. Marcus standing behind Falcon. They had all been informed of what this was possible about. The tension in the room was palatable. And, he wondered, who would crack first? The Trackers or the Reapers when they showed up. Either was possible.
    Expecting a portal to open, they were all shocked when, in a flash of fire, seven cloaked figures appeared. Marcus, being the only one standing, took an involuntary step back. The heat from the flash of the fire scolding him.
    One slight figure stepped forward and lowered his cowl. Dante stood at the other end of the table. He heard Kyra suck in a shocked breath. Marcus had never heard of the man leaving the Infernos for any reason, and Marcus was left utterly speechless.
    “Thank you for taking the time to meet with us.” He nodded toward the cloaked figures behind him. “We call upon you because the Infernos have been attacked. Portals are compromised, and Reapers are dead.”
    Removing his cowl, Victor stepped forward. “Calliope has taken the last months to assimilate to this time period and now understands the comings and goings of the Reapers. He was able to get in via a portal that has not been used for centuries. It went directly to the seventh level. He fought his way forward. Samuel was beheaded and hung from the gates of Limbo, disemboweled. The inhabitants mutilated him, leaving almost nothing.” Each word was tinged with steel, Marcus felt for the Reapers. They had never had to deal with the death of a brother.
    Another brother stepped forward removing his hood. “Mason was slain defending Pandora’s cave. His fate was similar to that of Samuel’s.”
    “The balance of the planes of existence as we know them is now in jeopardy,” Dante said, taking back the conversation. “I will not lose another son to this monstrosity. You have been given the task to find and destroy him, Fallen. And the Element…” Dante looked pointedly at Kyra. “…will bear the weight of the innocence lost on her shoulders when her time of redemption comes.”
    Ryder growled and made to stand, but Kyra placed a hand on his arm holding him back. “He is not telling us anything we didn’t already