The Haul

The motel room was rather shabby, but Finch figured it would have to do. It was a tempory hiding place, after all.

He had fled his and Hawkins' original hide-out in a hurry, due to the sudden and unexcepted appearance of the mother celestial spirit herself. Finch decided it was wise to just ditch his other prisoners and just focus on the main one that was commanded of him: the big haul.

It was going to be a difficult task for Hawkins to preform, but he hoped that the much more talented mage could handle it. He was their only chance.

Finch couldn't help but wonder where the other mercenaries he had employed had ran off to. Asher had been a skilled combatant and a useful creature to work with, but he and his kid had disappeared after dragging in a juvenile celestial spirit.

Boss 'musta found another job for him... He thought, shuffling on the filthy mattress he was sitting on.

Ring, ring...

Finch's body jerked, his tired eyes opening. His cellphone was ringing.

Already knowing who it was, he brought the phone to his ear.

"Hawkins?"

"I got it." Hawkins' voice was strained, like he was actively holding something down. "I'm bringing it in."

"Got some bad news. Old place is gone. I'm in Detroit now. It's the first motel you meet when you're coming on the interstate. I'll text you the runes once we get done." Finch spoke quickly and quietly, not wanting his conversation to penetrate the faulty, unsoundproofed walls of the motel.

"What? Are you friggin' kidding me?! You tellin' me all those other sacrifices are GONE? He's gonna be pissed, and I'm the one that's gonna get the blame!" Finch flinched at Hawkins' tirade.

In the background of Hawkins' call, Finch heard a sudden banging sound. Hawkins gasped in shock, screaming curse words in Finch's ear. Finch was left in stunnd silence as the sound of magic flaring and animalistic snarling echoed through the speakers, and Finch nervously waited for Hawkins to speak.

"Stay still, you stupid animal!" Hawkins shouted, and Finch heard the defeating noise of a gun being discharged.

The intense noises eventually died down, and Hawkins began talking again. "Whatever. Just be prepared to help me keep this thing stabilized." The phone clicked, and Finch was left in silence.

Finch fell back on the bed, sighing.

Author's Note- Told yah I'd get to it eventually. Sorry for the short chapter; this was more of a prologue than anything honestly. Just a 'lil cold opening to prep you guys. Remember vote and comment!