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Jessalyn Hart · (08-06-2018)

August 5th, 2018. South London, England 20:15

Jessayn rode in the car in silence as she thought about all that had occurred in Austrailia. It went well, or at least as well as can be expected. What Matt said kept repeating in her head over and over again. How was it that the second in command to a Goddamn Archangel not know that the leader of the Legion had died? Why did she get sent to kill a relative nobody, in the grand scheme of things he would have served no real purpose other than a mouthpiece for the Archangels. The more she thought about it the more it bothered her. She leaned forward to talk to the driver.

Hey, Excuse me, what is your name I haven't seen you before?

The driver was an older man maybe mid-sixties. His grey hair and weathered skin showed a life of hardship and stress. His blue eyes seem worried and angry all at once. He looked back Jessalyn threw the rear-view mirror on the window.

My name is Micheal ma'am. What is yours?

My name is Jessalyn. So how long have you been a driver? Do you drive for the Ravens all the time?

I have been driving for fifteen years. I have only driven for the Ravens. Before that, I was an operative like yourself. Why do you ask?

Jessalyn was taken back what he had said. She had been under the impression that the Ravens were a relatively new thing. She began to wonder if what she had been true. What else had she been lied to about?

Fifteen years huh? Why did you stop being an operative? If you don't mind me asking?

I don't mind at all, around 2001 I got shrapnel in my legs and back. It made it really hard to move or walk. After around three years of rehab, I started walking again and I got a job again here with the Raven's. The previous Mentor gave it back to me and paid me for the three years that I was out of commision. He was a great man, he did anything for his people, and we would do anything for him. It was a sad day when I had heard that he had died. He did great things for the world and I hope that Ms. Albright can live up to the standard that he set, or at least try.

Jessalyn still confused asked a few more questions.

So, when you were an operative did you kill anyone?

Michael smirked and made a hmph noise

Jessalyn I have killed more men in a life that most have in the last 10 years. I was the top Raven before my accident. The previous Mentor offered me, my own group of people, to have and offered to station me where ever I wanted. Why do you ask? Are you having doubts about your kill? Do you need to see a psych for an evaluation?

No, none of that, it's just my target said something I didn't understand and it doesn't make sense why I killed him. Do you know anything about the Consortium?.

Michael once again smirked and made the hmph noise

The consortium and the Ravens have been at it for decades if not longer. We may have been under different names over the years but the fight was all the same. What is known as the Consortium now started in London after the second world war?
They had paid for the rise and domination of Hitler and his socialist party. They used him to try and gain control of the world and all of its people. When that fell through they started help rebuild Europe and reestablish the governments and banks. The people put in power were agents of their choosing with their agenda in mind. The Consortium is not a group with an established power structure. They are just a bunch of zealots who follow the Council's ideologies. Their just drones who do what the council says and are willing to do whatever it takes to make it happen, even if that means dying for it.

Jessalyn realized that it was all just a big lie the whole thing. And she had gone from one war she had nothing to do with to another. She had one more question for Michael, they were getting closer to the compound by the second.

One more question if you don't mind?

Go ahead, shoot I ain't going anywhere.

Who was the previous mentor?

The previous Mentor was a man named Johnathan Pardee. He answered to only one man and that was the Grand Mentor. He was something else, I tell you what. I once saw the Grand Mentor eliminate an entire village by himself. All that was left were burning structures and piles of bodies.

Son of a bitch!

I beg your pardon?

Was the Grand Mentor named Mezian?

That sounds about right? Why do you ask?

No real reason, just get me to the compound fast.

Jessalyn sat in the back of the car in a rage. This whole thing was planned out by Mezian. She knew that she had been sent to the Ravens by him to get her away from the conflict between him and council. She knew that he paid for Matt to be killed and she knew that all of his belongings and all of his money went to her.

Why? Why would he take her out of one conflict and put her in another one of which HE started? She began to become more and more upset as time passed she stared out the window as the car grew closer to the compound. When the car had stopped she was crying, not tears of sadness but of anger and betrayal. She entered the front door to the house, walking past the guards at the interior room. One tried to stop her by grabbing her arm. She pulled away and yelled at the guard.

Get the fuck off of me! Where is Abigail?!

Upstairs in a meeting, but you can't go up there. She is...

Jessalyn turned around and walked back up to the guard. The two men were twice her size but she did not care. She had been lied to for the last three years and she was going to get answers. Jessalyn grabbed the guard who had tried to stop her by the face, slamming him into the nearby wall.

I don't give a fuck! I want to talk to Abigail. So get on that little ear radio of yours and tell her Jessalyn needs to talk to her now. Do it, and do it now, do you understand me?

The other guard tried to grab her, she pulled her arm back and jammed her thumb into the fleshy part of his neck just below the ear. he fell to the ground barely conscious, writhing in pain. The guard in her grip placed a finger in his ear and spoke into a mic on his neck.

Hello, Ms. Albright? Jessalyn is back from her trip and needs to see you.

Abigail can be heard on the earpiece the guard is wearing.

Tell her to come back later, I have things to do today.

The man looked back at Jessalyn with fear on his face. He began to speak but was cut off.

It looks like the meeting will be short.

Jessalyn walked towards the stairs, as she ascended them he could hear the guard call ahead to warn Abigail of her destination. Once she got to the landing that led to the hallway she could see Abigal in the middle of it. Standing in front of her office arms crossed with a stern look on her face.

You know, If you wanna work for me you have to listen to what I say.

Jessalyn smiles as she notices a vase on a pedestal in the hallway. She picks it up and casually tosses and catches it while walking.

You know, if you want me to work for you don't fucking LIE to me. So how many innocent people were killed to afford this? Ten, One hundred, One Thousand, Huh? How many people were killed for the"greater good"?

I never said it was for the greater good. I...

Jessalyn cut her off by lifting her hand signaling her to stop talking.

You're right, you never said that. But, it was something Mezian said all the time and if I am to believe what I have learned recently Mezian was behind all of this.

As she speaks she looks all around the hallway and gestures to all of the things in the hallway. Then she looked down at the vase in hand.

He lied to me for three years. He told me all of these grandiose ideas of what right and wrong were and the good and evil in the world. He killed me to unlock some sort of power in me and them used me to fight his battles. Even when he is dead he is using me to fight his battles. Do you know how fucked up that makes me feel?

I know that this is a confusing situation, but there are some things you can not know until the time is right. We have to keep to the covenant and not deter from the way of things.

Cant break the covenant? We can't deter for the way of things? How about you just tell me the truth.

About what Jessalyn?

Oh...I don't know...How about fucking everything. Like when were you gonna tell me that we are in a war with the Consortium? Or maybe the fact that Mezian was the goddamn Grand Mentor, or ever the fact there are Mentors. How many groups are there in the world like us?

Twenty-seven in the ten different countries. We are somewhere in the tens of thousands mark in members and there are two mentors per group and one grand mentor. Is there anything else would like to interrogate me on?

Okay who is this group's Mentors?

Well, Myself and then there was one other but you killed him. Daniel was the other mentor. But since you killed him, I offered you a place here. By the rules, we follow you succeed him as my second mentor.

I don't want that. Hell, I didn't want to be a Raven But I felt like I had no other choice. I don't want to do this shit anymore.

Well, its kind of in your blood. I didn't think you would be so against it with a long family history of service to the Ravens.

What the fuck do you mean by that?

Mezian never told you?

What is it that Mezian didn't tell me?

I have said too much I think it is better if you go back to the states for a few weeks.

I am not going any...

A sharp pain pierced Jessalyn's neck as the tranq needle entered through the skin. In a matter of seconds, she was unconscious. She later woke up in the house in Cincinnati. Gaea was sitting next to the bed she was lying on.

What the hell is going on Gaea?

Shhh...There is much we need to discuss.

To Be Continued...

Tommy...Tommy, Tommy, I bet that is the most you have ever heard a woman say your name. Well, if you don't count when the scream for you to get away from them. All I wanted was to get a quick pin and take that title off of you. You couldn't let that happen, could you? You just had to make this harder on yourself, didn't you? So, let me explain how this is gonna work. Seeing as this is an extreme rules match, I get to do whatever I want to you. If I want to split your head open, I can. If I wanna pop out one of your eyes and bat it around like a cat bats a ball of yarn, I can. Most importantly I get to embarrass you on national television.

I am going to enjoy doing that, I mean a lot. I am going to enjoy it as much as you like taking advantage of women when they aren't looking. I mean Lane should probably add you to the registry, or at least hand out flyers when new girls come here to work. With that in mind, how is it you haven't been fired yet? It's not like you are an important member of the company. It's not like you have some sort of a fanbase that would riot if you got fired? Do you even have a fanbase? I mean other than the other members of your foot lovers group on your fetlife. I am sorry I didn't mean to kink shame it's just, you are sort of a fucking weirdo.

But alas I must finish on a high note. So, Tommy, it seems to me that you have made a grave mistake in your attempt of defending your title. Your title defense will be like your reign and your dick. Short, shriveled and hard to look at. Because much like how you get your name in red on the website when you're a champion, I will promise the same thing. Except when I write your name in red it will be with your blood and I will spell your nameL-O-S-E-R. That is all you have ever been and that is what you'll ever be in this company. So get your shit together and make some shitty promo bout you being a ghost or something so I can tear that apart like I will your face at Warfare.

No One Is Ever Safe.

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