Phoebe watched in silence as Gianna’s body slowly phased into the subtle flickering like a bad TV image caught in a small pocket of static. It quavered and paled, and she knew if she tried to reach for her friend that her hand would pass right through and to the other side. It’s what made the woman a ‘ghost’, intangible but a threat nonetheless. Her earlier words about putting their perp through a wall were no joke, ghosting had nasty side effects, one of them was materializing halfway through a solid object. Gianna was beyond pissed, and woe to the man if he didn’t run and run fast…because if the Madame didn’t get to him first, Phoebe would, and it was a toss up whether being buried alive was a better option over Gia’s revenge.
‘Quake’ was her moniker among the S.O.S., but in other circles she was also known as the gravedigger.
They approached the parsonage with no efforts at being quiet, this wasn’t a stealth raid, and they were going in with guns blazing. It seemed that Phoebe would be starting things off.
Pausing just behind Gianna’s figure, facing the closed and darkened doorway, Phoebe knelt. One hand easily found the edge of the path and burrowed through the short, dense lawn. Beneath the herbage was the coarse texture of earth, and earth was her home turf. The shuddering terrain of rock and soil sprang to life with a myriad of possibilities as her awareness spread through its topography as if she possessed a chart of each dip and rise. That heady sensation of power built up in her core, loosing a small smile onto the solemn woman’s lips just before she closed her eyes and reached out with those Shift-given senses.
At first nothing seemed to happen as seconds ticked by with only a hush of breathing to signal to her partner that the Enforcer was doing anything at all. Then it came, whisper soft in the low groaning of earth rending loose from its age-old moorings. Slowly the sound built in intensity and brought with it the first tremors beneath the foot. All around them the streets and neighboring houses stood silent and unprovoked, but every surface within ten yards of the parsonage had begun quiver and tremble with the movement of their very foundations. Wood creaked and snapped in some unseen location, and bricks from the chimney toppled to the ground while the entire porch roof screamed as screws were yanked loose before it caved in entirely. Glass shattered in the window frames with a final destructive crescendo followed by an eerie silence as the ground at last calmed and ceased its movement.
Phoebe rose, swaying for a moment as the effort of forming and isolating the earthquake had sapped much of her strength. She had done her work well, though, and now it was her turn to follow as the furious form of Gianna plunged through the door without bothering with such things as handles or hinges. She slammed through the solid surface and melted from site like the spirit she appeared to be. Phoebe fumbled with the locked knob for only a minute before picking up a stone from the garden and whipping it straight through the metal latch with the flick of her fingers as devastating to the lock as a bullet from the barrel of a gun. It sagged open, and the impatient woman shoved it aside to take the hallway in swift, strides, unwilling to fall too far behind her boss.
It was dark inside, and Phoebe felt her shins collide with a low piece of furniture, “Fucking shit!” her curses were snapped short however by the shrill cry that could only be Gianna coming from deeper within the building.
“Gi? Gianna?!” Now furious and immediately fearful that something had ambushed the Scoundrel boss, she lashed out, kicking what turned out to be an end table out of the way and barreling towards the direction of the sound.