When that time came, Kurst was eager to see what manner of chaos Bia could wring from these superior bodies. Excellent.

“We’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” Stricken said. “Check your kit. Franks is going down.”

Bia was careful to not let the albino see her snarl of disgust. Franks had been among those who had destroyed their last bodies, though it had been a human Hunter who had put a bullet through Bia’s ear and placed her in the path of a speeding truck. Kurst almost pitied that human, because when Bia found the one called Grant Jefferson, the demoness would make his suffering immeasurable.

“We are not letting Franks get away this time, but it looks like there are a mess of Hunters converging on Franks’ position, so that’s probably not going to be an issue. We’ll hold back and let the Hunters tire him out, then we’ll swoop in and make sure the job is done. I don’t like paying out that much PUFF, but as much as we’ve dropped on Nemesis R and D, it isn’t like any of you are cheap dates either.”

Figure out how to disable the kill switch soon, Bia, for I grow weary of the albino.

* * *

The Hunters of Grimm Berlin moved along the docks silently, communicating only with the occasional hand signal. It was raining hard, but they could still smell the smoke through it. Something was burning to the west and the red glow poked through the gaps between the buildings and containers.

Klaus Lindemann was halfway down the line, trusty G3K in hand. Several old ships were still moored here, too stuck in the mud to make it worth pulling them free to scrap them. The Americans had declared this place too polluted to be safe to work in and then left it to rot. The only difference between this place and some of the old industrial sites Klaus had seen in East Germany was that the graffiti was in a different language.

Their point man raised one fist. The Hunters passed on the signal and the entire group halted.

“Reger, any luck?” Klaus whispered into his radio, hoping that their portable UAV had turned up something useful.

“I do not have a visual on Franks. The last I saw he was in the biggest building to the west of you.”

“Finding him would make life much easier.” Klaus had a sneaky feeling that Franks was already long gone.

“I’m working on it. The rain is making it difficult to see. I’ve had to bring the drone closer to the ground, but that means a narrower field of view.”

Their point man signaled for them to continue. It had been a false alarm. Grimm Berlin moved out.

“Do you have anything else, Reger?”