Irradiated by Hartley James
A supernatural task force is sent to Manhattan to silence an existential threat. Image generated with OpenAI Bon leaned his head back against the metal panels behind him, feeling the throb of the four turboprop engines through his skull. Bonaparte Cage, you have been judged . He could almost feel the words running through his head, traced in half-formed fire. He opened his eyes a crack and shifted his heavy-lidded gaze to Katya. She was watching him, a look of - it was hunger, and something more, longing? - etched across her face. He didn't need to look to know she was watching him. He could feel her, feel her presence. He'd made her after all. Yet another act to add to the litany ensuring his damnation. Katya had made her own choice, but what real choice was it? Anyway, he had other concerns than the morality right now. The interior of the MC-130 echoed with the noise of the engines and the voices of Maklin and Duval. The occasional muttered consultation passed between the m...