EXTRACT FOR
The Cerberus Incident
(Cheyenne Wilson)

"That was well done," a voice behind him said.



Josey spun, holding the holy sword in both hands, the tip pointed in the direction of the voice. It was her. He lowered the blade. Behind him, the decapitated, green-skinned body dropped into the mud with a splat.



"What the hell are you doing here?" Josey said. Using the vampyre's leather jacket, he wiped the blood of the shining silver blade and slid it into its sheath.



Harmony jumped down off the fender of the overturned truck. She was wearing black boots that came up to the middle of her thigh, a black skirt that was barely more than a wide belt, and a short black jacket that exposed all of her midsection. That night her hair was black to match.



"We're supposed to be on the same team, remember?" she said.



She walked past him and bent over to look at the body of one of the vampyres. The material of her outfit glistened in the light from the burning truck like an oily liquid that clung to her body. Josey looked away. She was wearing nothing under the short skirt.