Dragon Hearts [D.O.A. 1]

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Rene hung up the phone, about ready to toss the f*****g thing across the room.

"Is there a problem, Rene?" Taj asked sarcastically.

"The f*****g Feds are up to their bullshit again. They're pissed because we didn't turn Cornwall over to them. I reminded them that we had a f*****g deal. Humans they can have and use for their stupid press, but any paranormals will be dealt with on our terms, not theirs."

Shaking his head in disgust, Taj asked, "Why do we put up with their bullshit, Rene? We are the guardians. Created by Heck, himself, to watch over the humans and make sure they are all kept as safe as they can be. We are the ones that go after those that the humans can never find. Yet, the Feds speak to us as if we are simpletons. You and I both know the only reason they want the paranormal serial killers is because they want to do their f*****g experiments."

Nodding, Rene replied, "I know, Taj. I'm growing rather weary of them myself."

Rene and his men were known as Dragon of Anarchy. They were once humans, many years ago.

Rene was one of the original dozen, all born in the fifteen-hundreds, all had been human once, and all of them had died in 1537. The next memory Rene had was standing on the fields known as Gettysburg. He, and eleven others, listened as a most beautiful man spoke. His name was Heck and he worked with a much higher power, in order to watch over and keep the humans safe from harm. He explained that they were the chosen. All of them brought back to watch over the humans that lived on this earth. Heck explained that they were sanctioned by the highest power known to the universe and were being granted the greatest honor to be had. Becoming the Dragons of Anarchy. Their job was not to interfere in the human world, but to take down the worst of the worst. The scum of the world. In today's world, they were known as serialists.

Someone that, if not taken down, would continue their terror until they were. If someone was hunting the humans, they were hunted by D.O.A.

None of the men shifted into dragons, but they were each joined with one. To the humans it looked like a tattoo. However, they knew differently. When they felt the need of assistance, any and all of them could call upon their dragon. It would leave their body and enter the sky. Rene and the others on his team could see through their dragon's eyes, hear through their ears, and give direct orders for their beast to follow. If the dragon was hurt in any way, so was the one joined to that dragon. This was a secret kept even from their allies. Because to kill their dragon would kill the man connected to that dragon.

Rene was put in charge, by Heck, and told to create his own hierarchy, amongst the chosen, when he felt the time was right. He and the others had fought in wars together and died in one of them. Taj had been his right-hand man practically since birth, fighting side by side in battle, and therefore, would be his second in command. Each man was found to be very good in different areas, and when seeking out a target, Rene and his men would work together to bring that person down, one way or another. Throughout the years this is how they worked, helping to get rid of the diseased and vile creations of man.

Rene had met with a great man in 1850 named Allan Pinkerton. He was the first Special Investigator for a police department and then he created his own agency. DOA was after a man known as the Werewolf killer. Pinkerton became extremely curious about them and his crew had screwed up. Not knowing Allan and his men were around, they utilized their dragons to chase the man down. Not only did the fucker get away, but Pinkerton had witnessed what they had done.

However, instead of going to the press or government, he had spoken to Rene and his team.

Allan worked with DOA for years. As he aged he brought in another man to take his place and this went on until DOA started working with the FBI.

As time went on, and the human race continued to grow, hiding amongst them started to become harder. That's when they decided to use their love of motorcycles to their advantage. It brought fear from many so they stayed away and it also allowed them to move around in large groups without anyone questioning them. Although they presented themselves with a MC look, they were not a motorcycle club. They were a motorcycle crew that served as special investigators.

Their look allowed Rene to create his hierarchy as per biker rules...President, VP, Secretary and so on. Hell, they even had crazy nicknames like in all those biker movies people would watch. It was kind of cool, very similar, yet very different.

Rene found a permanent home deep in the Pocono mountains and now DOA had their own working town named Drago. They were able to use this place for witness protection as well as giving humans that were down and out a chance to come and start living again. They just had to follow some rules and if they didn't, Wit took care of that. The thing was, with the image as a motorcycle club, it kept people from bothering their little neck of the woods and allowed them to do what they needed to do to catch and deal with any serialists out there.

"Hey, Rene, are you with me man?" Taj asked.

Coming out of his thoughts, Rene sighed, "Yeah, Clem called and he's retiring. He wants to bring his new point man to meet us. Some guy named Stone Weisner."

"s**t! You mean we have to break in a newbie again? We don't have time for this s**t. I liked Clem. He wasn't a d**k like the two before him." Taj complained.

"Pit, we have a problem." Steve said in typical dramatic fashion.

Sighing heavily, Rene replied, "According to you we always have a problem."

Steve placed a paper on the desk in front of Rene. Looking down just as Taj came up behind him and leaned over, twelve-year-old Keith Krane was found today on Knox St. Just like ten-year-old Aaron Archer, Keith was raped and asphyxiated. Rene went on to read how the young man was taken from the local Walmart a week prior to the body being found. The report also went on to describe the similarities in the case. Both boys were taken a week before their actual death and raped repeatedly. Reports indicated that the child was murdered less than twelve hours before the discovery and both boys had the same ligature marks and cause of deaths.

Sparky walked in with X. They must have noticed the agitation in the room, because X quickly asked, "What's going on?"

Rene pushed the paper towards him, saying, "Wiz, go get the others."

X and Sparky read the paper Rene handed them and waited. Sparky was the first to draw in a sharp breath, "Pit, this is impossible. We caught this fucker six years ago."

Cobra and Nautical came in with Casper not looking too pleased at being disturbed. Well, that s**t was just too bad. Rene had a bad feeling about this.

Gunner, Solo, and Boomer walked in behind the others, Boomer yelling out, "What's up?"

"Where the hell is Eagle?" Rene snapped.

"Most likely in the tombs, where he always is." Boomer stated as he sat down.

"Wiz, go get him." Rene ordered.

Steve didn't argue, but he looked very unhappy about the order, but quite frankly, Rene didn't give a s**t. He wanted all hands-on deck, right f*****g now.

Wiz came back quickly with Eagle shuffling in behind him, with a large book in hand.

"Eagle can you put the book down for a few minutes so you can focus on what I have to say?"

Rene asked and yet wasn't asking at all.

The second he knew his crew was ready, Rene started talking, "We have a few things we need to discuss. First, Clem is retiring and we are getting a new contact."

The groans filled the room, and Rene held up his hand, "I know. I know. I'm not real thrilled either, but let's give the guy a chance. The new guy's name is Paine."

"Is that his nickname?" Wiz asked.

"Wiz, what the hell are you talking about?" Taj asked.

Shrugging, Steve answered, "Like everyone calls me Wiz, you Myst, Rene Pit, JC's Nautical, Rance is Casper...you know a nickname."

"How the hell did I get the name Gunner and Gil got Solo when he's the marksmen and weapons expert?" Bolton asked.

Wiz snorted, "Have you checked out your muscles lately, Gun? I mean, you have huge f*****g arms."

"And Solo may be the weapons expert, but he also spends most of his time by himself." Eagle replied.

Rene was getting really pissed, "Guys, enough already. I didn't have you all come here to talk about f*****g names. We have a serious situation going on in our back yard right now and we need to figure out what the f**k we're going to do about it."

Everyone stopped talking and the room went deathly quiet. Cobra sat forward, "Talk to us, Pit.

What cockroach do we need to exterminate?"

Rene picked up the paper Wiz had given him and allowed them time to read it.

"You have got to be f*****g kidding me? We caught this guy six f*****g years ago." Boomer said in outrage.

"Who would be sick enough to want to copy Naso?" Solo asked in disgust as he tossed the paper on the desk.

"Pit, I can't do another kid murder. I know murders are the really bad, but kid murders f**k with more than just my head." Eagle said as he let out a deep breath.

Rene let out a sigh, "I know the feeling, Eagle. We all feel the same way. However, we all have to agree that these are the scum suckers Heck created us to get."

Taj looked like he was in deep thought and Rene knew that look. It was the one where a person has something to say, but is trying to figure out the answer before saying anything, "Myst, spill.

What's on your mind?"

"Doesn't anyone else find it interesting that this guy picked a location less than thirty-five minutes away from us to make his killing field?" Taj asked.

Rene thought about Taj's question and could see the others were trying to wrap their mind around what he was suggesting, "Are you thinking this copycat knows about us?"

Shrugging, Taj replied, "Either he knows about us or he is one unlucky asshole."

"How the f**k would this guy know about DOA? It isn't like we're in the yellow pages or have a f*******: page with thousands of friends." Steve asked in confusion.

Shaking his head, Taj replied, "I don't know, Wiz. I'm just saying that I don't believe in coincidence. This guy comes to our home and just starts to copycat one of the worst cases we ever worked? No, I don't believe it."

"So, what do we know?" Rene asked.

Steve pulled up something on his computer, "I say we need to start with the mother of the first boy killed. Her name is Stephanie Archer. She works at Magic Kingdom Vet Clinic."

"Casper, you and Myst retrace Aaron’s steps. I want to know what it is you see from his point of view. Gunner, take Solo with you and do the same with the second boy, Keith Krane. Also, I want you guys to get the footage of any surveillance in or around that Walmart and get it to Wiz.

Wiz, get them the information they'll need and see if you and Cobra can find any street cameras working on Poconos Boulevard. Eagle, I want you and Nautical to go through our past case and look for not just all the similarities, but the differences in each case from California, Rochester, and this one. Sparky, you're with me. We're going to go talk to Aaron’s mom. If this guy is going

to bring back the Alphabet murderer then we need to work fast. Otherwise, there are going to be a lot more deaths."