with two hands, the girl began to slowly but surely push him forward. Using only his left hand, Dylan stopped the knife a couple centimeters from his throat. Throwing the weapon aside, Horner abruptly hit Faith with his head in the face, and then with a powerful fist punch in the stomach he kicked the spirit out of her. While the girl, bent from the pain, gasped for breath, Dylan managed to untie her legs and free her second arm. Noticing this, Faith tried to poke Horner with a knife in the chest, but Dylan deftly ran behind her and squeezed her throat with her elbow.

- I'll wrap your guts on your ears, scum! She hissed, pounding Horner with her elbow to the side.

- In your wet dreams! - Dylan answered, and he tightened his grip.

Each subsequent blow to the side was weaker than the previous one. In the end, the lack of oxygen did its job, and Faith fainted. Dylan had nothing to kill the dangerous girl, but instead he laid her on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and began to collect his clothes, which Faith randomly scattered on the floor. Despite the fact that he managed to survive, Horner felt like a loser. He failed to penetrate the ranks of Billy Doyle’s associates and find out who killed the colonel, which means he failed the task assigned to him by the command. Horner didn’t even know that this very killer was almost at arm's length. After finishing dressing, and taking the keys from the motorcycle from Faith, Dylan kissed the girl on the forehead and went out into the street. Debt and military oath demanded that Horner contact his superiors as soon as possible and report on the presence of dangerous chemical weapons with the Brotherhood of Judgment Day. He managed to escape from their fortress, but the laboratory was still functioning, which meant that the fanatics would continue to work on the bombs. Dylan did not consider himself a cynical egoist, but the fate of a single person worried him much more than the fate of all the inhabitants of the Western region combined. That man was his sister, captured by the Scorpions. Putting priorities, Dylan decided that he would first find Claire, and only then he would solve the remaining problems. Hoping that it was not too late, Dylan, who had found the motorcycle, saddled an iron horse, and left Vagrant Shelter. By the time Faith came to her senses, Horner was already far away.

Fortress of the Doomsday Brotherhood

Finishing reading the prayer for all the victims this evening, Father Jonathan turned to God, asking the Most High to give him strength. It was not pleasant for the spiritual leader of the Brotherhood to realize that it was so easy to penetrate into their holy abode. However, even more Jonathan was hurt by the deaths of the adepts who were killed by the liberated troglodytes. The brothers who died in a godly deed deserved a luxurious funeral, but instead they were gathered into one heap and set on fire, so that the bitten adepts would not become monsters. Mind Jonathan understood that it was necessary, but he did not feel better from it. However, very soon righteous anger replaced the sorrow. The aliens that had infiltrated the fortress were not only sabotaged, but also managed to escape. Worst of all was that they saw the laboratory, and most likely they had already managed to tell this to whom. However, among so many minuses Jonathan could find a plus. A previously caught spy, dangling in the yard on the cross, gave the spiritual leader of the Brotherhood everything he knew about the saboteurs. About Dylan Trevor, naturally, could not really tell anything, because he saw him for the first time in his life. But on Faith Walsh told everything in detail, expecting Jonathan to give him a quick death.Instead, the spiritual leader ordered the adepts to remove the spy from the cross, take him to the laboratory, and introduce troglodyte poison into his body.

After the stripping, only two monsters survived, which they managed to lock up in their cells in time, and to continue the experiments the scientists of the Brotherhood needed more material. When Jonathan came to the lab, Trevor had already become a troglodyte. The spy's hair fell out overnight, his skin turned pale, and now he was no different from other such creatures. Looking at Trevor, who had turned to the monster, Father Jonathan thought that he had already allowed his enemies too much. The death of a single spy for the death of a dozen adherents seemed to the priest a disproportionate fee. If before Jonathan did not know which region should be dealt the first blow, now the choice was obvious. Faryl had to answer for the death of the adepts, since the saboteurs came from there. Opening the container in which the gas bombs were stored, Jonathan took one of them and went to the east wing. Passing by the open chambers in which the adepts lived, Jonathan stopped in front of the extreme chamber. The adept reading the prayer greeted the spiritual leader and knelt down. Jonathan frowned, considering the adept's act a personal insult.

“True believers should bow only to God,” he said in a strict mentor tone.

- Please forgive me! - exclaimed ashamed adept, quickly jumping from his knees.

- God will forgive. We are all sinners, and your sin is far from the worst. In this world, there are many sinners who deserve the punishment of the Lord. They naively believe that all their atrocities will remain unanswered, unaware that the Almighty has already turned his gaze on them. We are the doers of his will. The hand of the Lord pointed to you, my son. Are you ready to do the will of the Most High?

The adept, imbued with insane speech by the spiritual leader, hardly kept himself from bowing down again to Jonathan. The idea that God chose him brought the young fool with brainwashed awe.

- Ready. What should I do? - asked the adept.

- Go to the abode of vice and bring God's will to sinners! - responded Jonathan, handing a bomb to a young fanatic.

TO BE CONTINUED...