Exposure : Please not the Teacher (Kyle's P.O.V.)

Not only did the three demons and that little slut Raven escaped from your care the moment you turned around but you’ve had the worst morning in your short career at the DSD. Harry Bayley has been all over your ass the moment he arrived.

“Where are my reports?/ my daily sitrep?/ my cup of coffee?”

Cup of Coffee? Come on you’re not his fucking secretary… By the end of the morning you are so pissed off that you lock yourself in his office with him.

“Boss?”

“Yes, what now? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Boss, I’ll need you to do something for me?”

“Kyle, can’t you take care of your own problems?”

“It’s exactly what I’m doing boss… I need you to find the highest bridge in the city and fucking jump from it!”

He looks at you puzzled, grabs his jacket and exits his office.

Half an hour later you’re sitting in the little office behind the empty cafeteria, a mug of coffee in your hand. You sniff the delicious nectar. You had the cook spike the lousy coffee with her blood.

Your phone rings.

“Agent Adams here.”

“Adams, Johnson here, we have a situation at the school of the girl from yesterday. Literature teacher showed up this morning turned into a succubus and she has started fucking her way through her senior students. We have to contain this ASAP. The first responders are on site but they have requested for backup. I have no teams available so I’m gathering as many agents as I can. I’ve been trying to reach Bayley for the last ten minutes… Anyway I need you to join me at the armory, gear up and come with me for some Succubus ass whoopin’”

“Which one of those little fuckers could have gone after the teacher?” You wonder as you spit a martial “Yes sir!” into your phone and turn back towards the cup of coffee cooling in front of you.

“Lana,” you say to the girl between your legs, “we’ll have to finish this later.”

“M’ohay…” she answers before letting you go and helping you button your pants.

Another thirty minutes later you’re in sight of the school.

In the courtyard three DSD black SUV are parked in a semi-circle. You spot eight men kneeling behind them, alternatively shooting at the demons that throw all kinds of stuff at them. Six demon bodies and three DSD corpses are piled up in front of the school. You recognize none of them.
Johnson’s takes the lead of the small unit you’re part of.

“We’re going to have to be extremely efficient on this one. We are the last line of defense; the closest reinforcements are two hundred miles south still chasing that bitch Kai. To put it bluntly, if we fail, the government will have to go nuclear on this site. Now Adams and Farber with me, we’re going to go in from the back of the school; you three will take the fire escape on the west wall. Instructions are simple: whether it’s fully turned demon or in the process of changing shoot to kill, collateral damages are absolutely not a problem and, once again, remember reinforcements will come in the shape of a mushroom cloud so we cannot fail. See you on the third floor.”

“Yes sir!”

The halls of the school are plundged into darkness. On the first two floors you spot the students cowering under their desks in the closed classrooms. The smell of sex and blood reach you as soon as you start the ascension of the last flight of stairs. Instantly you regret not taking the time to finish your business with Lana. The heavy armored suit you’re wearing does not accommodate well the strong erection in your pants. Mentally you curse the four motherfuckers from last night.

The darkness in the last hallway is even deeper than on the previous floors. Demonic magic you suspect. You can sense the presence of at least twelve demons and not less than twenty changing students. Johnson signals you to take the left while he and Farber go right. You release the safety on your rifle. The blessed metal of the ammo is burning you through the leather of your pants. You take off the night vision googles and your gas mask, they’ll be more of a nuisance than a help in the near future.

To your left a door is ajar. You peak in. Six silhouette on the floor are slowly turning. You put your rifle to a side and take out your blessed dagger. Swiftly you slit their throats sending them back to hell. Back into the hallway you see in the distance Johnson and Farber leaving a class. The next door to your left goes into a bathroom. A full succubus is hiding in there **** a girl. You take one of your grenades and throw it in.

All hell breaks loose. You gave the signal and shooting starts. The second team must be in place because you can hear heavy fire from three different directions. You jump into the next classroom. A large incubus, a poor student wrapped around his dick is waiting for you behind the door. He stops the blow that should have taken out your head.

“You… you’re marked by our mistress…”

“I know,” you say before pressing the trigger of your gun and emptying a clip in his head, “and I’m here to do some cleaning you stupid fuck.”

The girl looks at you with glad full eyes before you cut her throat. You go back in the hallway, to your right there are no more rooms. To your left further down the hallway, Johnson and Farber seem to have joined forces with the other team and are pinned down by a salvo of black magic bolts.

“How the fuck did this fuckers learn to do that so quickly?” you ask yourself as you engage a grenade into the second barrel of your rifle.

The bouncing grenade explodes at the entrance of the last classroom. Johnson and the rest of the team rush in to finish the job.