Loving Wrong

Triond Writing Challenge 31 using words Lovestruck Phoenix and Serendipity.

            “Central, this is Corbins.”

            “Go ahead, Corbins.”

            “Central, be advised we have a 626 Alpha.”

            “Roger that, Corbins.  Calling in Occult Studies for verification.”

            “Negative, Central.  Call in The Slayers, we don’t need verification.”  There was a pause at the other end of Corbins communicator as a bead of sweat slipped from his brow.  No one had called out The Slayers in almost a year, not since the Mayors nephew had been found behind the Barrel Club last Spring.

            “Corbin, say again.”

            Damn it!  This wasn’t the time to second guess his gut, but if he called this one wrong it would be more than his job on the chopping block.  “Call them in Control, this has all the earmarks of a “Lovestruck Phoenix.”

            Corbins snapped his eyes up to the group of officers clustered in the hall as a collective gasp echoed in his ears.  No one wanted to say it, but the situation called for more than he or his men could handle.

            “Roger that Corbins.  Calling Headquarters for The Slayers, gods help us all!”

            Corbins almost let go a sigh of relief, but before he could back out of the office a thump sounded overhead and dust fell from the ceiling tiles.

            “Oh, Hades!”  Cried out one of the officers from the safety of the hall.

            Corbins turned to see the dead man rising up toward the ceiling, his body bending in two at the waist where a claw the size of a small mini-cooper grasped and tugged from the darkness.