“Okay boss, what now?” asked one of Fliopts Harkin men.
“It’s too heavy to move and sooner or later Reina is going to bust in on us,” Liola added.
“I’m thinking, I’m thinking,” Fliopt said checking the etchings on the massive statue. It was stuck into the ground so it was hard to know the exact height but Fliopt had remembered it being intimidating inside the temple Barritis. It had to be about eight or ten feet tall but it’s width was what made the most impression.
Fliopt, Liola and two of his Harkin soldiers were inside a caved in sewer, little below where the Daily News’ former printing press was located. This area had been damaged from the invaders years ago and had not been serviced by the various maintenance and construction crews like other parts of the Manhattan underground had been. The ongoing renovation process slowed due to economic issues, Union issues and a fear by some of what exactly existed down below the streets.
“Okay-I think I have this figured,” remarked Fliopt before uttering an incantation. It was a couple sentences long and the rough translation was “I INVOKE THEE! I INVOKE THEE WAR POWERS! RISE GREAT MANHUNTERS! TAKE YOUR PLACE BESIDE YOUR MASTER! WAR POWERS ARISE!” which was spoken in a dead dialect.
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