Audiobook - Horror
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US New England - Boston, Providence)Transcript
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They came before the false dawn, three black SUVs in a row parked in front of the ancient two story home. Eight men appeared from each vehicle, all dressed in black shirts, dark pants and black shoes. They were black baseball caps without logos, black leather gloves, no facial or long hair. In the Group, 24 men and Observer wouldn't be able to tell. Apart from a distance, the 25th man, wearing a long black coat along with the same uniform as the others, stepped out of the passenger side of the lead van after a minute, while the others were busy scampering around the grounds. He took his time putting on his gloves as he surveyed What was happening. Sir, there is a boat on the water, infrared scanners detecting people. The man grimaced. Survivors were the last thing they needed. His instinct was to tell his team to ignore them. They were probably fishermen on the bank, but he knew that wasn't the case. They'd missed the action by less than an hour. He would have to answer for his tardiness at a later date. For now, help them in will need to secure a structure nearby to question them, see if they're part of this. He took out his flashlight and shown it on the front of the house. There was someone hunched over in a chair on the porch. Too many survivors, he thought sourly search the home quickly. He turned off his flashlight. His team worked with lights aimed at the ground, moving in set patterns. So nothing was missed. They knew the routine, but he liked it to shout out commands. Every now and then, it made him feel like he was actually doing something this early in the investigation. It was an old man seated on the porch. And he's dead, sir. A priest prepare to move his body. A man and a woman were escorted from inside the house and down the steps. More witnesses, he thought. How many more would they find? He stepped over the remains of a dead woman at the end of the driveway and approached the couple. I saw him. He was rising. I saw the man said, a crazed look in his eyes. As if in balance, the woman looked catatonic. She was being held up by one of the man saw who he was smiling at the man, trying to evoke a warmth and friendliness he didn't actually possess. He needed to know what this man had seen and if he was willing to talk openly about it, could you, Lou, the man said loudly and laughed. He was pointing at the bay. He's out there. They tried to raise him from the slumber. I heard his call. I heard it, but he went back under. He's coming for us, all of us. His voice had been rising. As he spoke, the man nodded at one of his men, who jabbed a needle into the side of the excited man's neck and he hit the ground hard, put them both into a vehicle for transport. We need to debrief them. He turned when he saw headlights coming from the dirt path leading to the property. I'll take care of this. Keep working, just as he thought it would be. A police car stopped 50 feet away and spun the Flashers. Once an officer stepped out of the car, shining his flashlight directly in his face, as if it would intimidate. He had a hand on his holstered weapon. Good morning, Constable. The cop was walking slowly but already looking past him at the commotion near the house. What's going on here? Who are you? Allow me to show you my i d. He drew a wallet from his coat pocket and flipped it open for the officer to inspect. Reckford. Wait, Li says, You're with the government, but not which part. The cop was still pointing the light in the man's face. Friends call me Rick. What kind of name is Reckford? The man grinned and looked down as if the light was bothering him as if the cop was in charge. It's an old name. The cop put the light down on the I. D. You related toe. I'd await Lee. She lives over on walling terrorists. Families been there for ages. Not that I know, Officer, does your family have deep roots? In Key Point, the officer shook his head. I'm a part timer living. Hazlett usually only patrol Route 36 at night, but there's been some strange radio chatter. I can't reach anyone of the station. No idea where the chief is. He was looking past Rick again, like whatever it is you and these people are doing, we're cleaning up, sir. We don't want to disturb the peace and quiet a key ports. Fine residents