Dorian
A few days later, I found myself driving back down to Boston to start running that pack for my mother. Dad and she had come home the day after I got there. Talia and I took them out to dinner in the nearby town of Portsmouth at one of our favorite places. We Spent the next day helping my dad do little things around the house for mom while Talia supervised and got me up to speed on the goings on of the pack. All in all, it was a great couple of days decompressing after my time in the military.
Mom had always wanted to split the pack up to make it more manageable from a geographical standpoint. I couldn’t argue with her viewpoint. My only request was for Talia to come with me as I would need her, having been gone for so long. The drive down was uneventful. As I pulled into the parking area behind the townhouse I saw Talia’s Mustang.
As I got out of the truck I surveyed the area around the house and noticed the security cameras, motion sensors, as well as the physical security personnel dressed how you would expect. Tactical shirts and pants along with combat boots. They were armed with police issue Tazers and collapsible batons. As I locked my truck, I began my tour around the property to see what improvements can be made. I noticed that the security guards appeared to be using their superior sense of smell and hearing along with their eyes. One guard turned into the wind to catch my scent as I approached. He reached for his Tazer as he spoke into a throat mic. Within seconds, I sensed two more guards come up behind me.
I turned to look over my shoulder and noticed that these two weren’t playing games judging by the submachine guns they held at the ready. Turning back I just raised my eyebrows. “I believe that you are trespassing. Visitors are to park on the street so they can enter using the front entrance.” The guard in front of me said.
I was impressed with their response time. I wasn’t really surprised that they didn’t recognize me. I avoided this place whenever I was on leave. It was a good that these guys were aware of their surroundings. That meant my sister took her safety and protection seriously. “Nice response time, and good use of your superior senses. I like the fact that you didn’t rely on all the technology being used to survey the property.” I offered, holding my arms apart, showing them that I was unarmed “My sister definitely chose her house security wisely.” At the mention of my sister, they visibly stiffened.
“And who you would be?” The guard in front of me asked.
“I am Dorian Callahan. Talia is my sister. I have come home to help my mother, our Alpha, take control of the Boston area.” I answered.
They calmed down noticeably, but still held their weapons at the ready while the guard in front of me talked into his mic. “We have an unknown shifter claiming to be Dorian Callahan around the side of the house. Can we get conformation on his identity?” He continued to scrutinize me while waiting for a response from his superiors.
After a couple of minutes, a reply came over their earpieces. Being a Were I was able to hear the reply “That’s him per visual comparison as well as Talia confirming through the video feed we have. Can one of you escort him inside.”
The guard in the front put his tazer back into its holster. “If you would follow me, Mr. Callahan. I apologize for our response.”
“Don’t apologize for doing your job. Call me Dorian. If we’re going to be working together I’m going to need all the help I can get. I’ve been gone for too long, things have obviously changed in that time.” I said, following him around to the back entrance.
Talia was waiting in the kitchen with a pot of coffee for me. I love my sister. She gets my coffee addiction just like every other New Englander.
“I see you’ve met some of the guys,” my sister said as I reached to I make me a cup.
“Yes, I was pleasantly surprised by their attention to detail and that they didn’t rely solely on the electronic security,” I replied, taking my first sip of black gold.
“Well, I knew you’d be worried about me, so I threw out some feelers among the packs asking for former Special Operations Team members who’d be interested in something a little different.” She continued, “James really helped with finding Thomas and Craig. James handles all the electronic security. Thomas and Craig handle all the physical security. Craig’s SEAL training and knowledge has been invaluable in dealing with Dutch and his followers. Dutch went off the deep end after mom told him he was no longer the leader of the Boston area.”
“That bad huh?” I said
“Dutch and his band of douchebags have been a nightmare. For some reason, he thinks that weres should be the right rulers of the humans. Not that the Vampires and other supes would let him get away with that thinking.” She said as she motioned me to followe her out of the kitchen.
We moved down the hall towards what I believed would be her office. “So, you are expecting him to not follow moms order to get out of town,” I said as she led me into her office.
Sitting at her desk, she picked up a folder and handed it to me. I opened it and it appeared to be some type of dossier on Dutch and his group.
“Yes, I am expecting him to do exactly that. I’m sure he’ll start some shit with us, but mostly with you. Shane is a submissive, Dutch will dismiss his retelling of the encounter with you. Then he will most likely challenge you.” She replied.
I skimmed through the photos and documents that Talia had given me. I began to formulate a plan on how to deal with Dutch. With security in hand for the house, I felt safer going after these morons. I knew that Talia could most likely hand Dutch his ass, but I wasn’t going to trust him not to do something underhanded against her. She’s badass but lacks the years of combat experience that I acquired in the Corps. “I’ll consider Dutch as soon as I get moved in and settled; unless he shows up, I’ll keep my word.” Looking up from the papers I asked Talia. “Does Kenji still have his dojo in the neighborhood? I’d love to see him and get a good workout in.”
A wicked smirk appeared on her face. “Yes, he still does and it’s in the same location. He’s got a new student that I think you’ll love to meet.”
“Really, who?” I said placing Dutch’s folder on her desk as I got up.
“Nope, not going to happen, bro. You’re going to have to find out for yourself.” She continued “Now go! I’ve got work to do and you need to get your stuff moved in. Your office is across the hall and is already set up. I’ll text you all the appropriate codes and passwords. Now to go see Kenji.”