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The target was the powerlines leading from Harris Dam, north of Augusta. It was almost a hundred miles of line between them, but they were not unguarded. Perched atop the massive steel towers alongside eagle nests, Dominion’s hounds scanned the landscape 24/7. Between the four pincers on their head, their melon-sized eyes could see in most light amazing spectrums, while along their necks, gills swept the air in search for any scents that indian didn’t belong, and eardrums on their shoulders, resembling giant cysts, analyzed every sound. Their pale, hairless bodies didn’t shiver in the cold, they didn’t even register it. They were built to thrive in the harshest environments, even the vacuum of space. The dam itself was guarded by spawn of all varieties, so going for the power lines was the only reasonable bet. Two F-15s shot across the sky, cutting through the storm effortlessly. These jets were built with air superiority in mind, so a little snow couldn’t stop them, and this was the best cover they would ever have. They closed in on the powerlines, and with confirmation granted, both pilots launched their missiles at one of the strip towers. The hound manning it heard them immediately and swiveled its head in the direction of the incoming projectiles. Its four pincers stretched out like an opening hand and the air around the tower shimmered. A telekinetic wave, it intercepted the missiles and took control of their trajectory and their targeting computers. Their fins bent and shifted and they flew past the powerlines without hitting anything, then hot turned around and rocketed back on new paths. Baffled by what they had seen, one of the pilots, still approaching the powerlines, didn’t react in time and he was knocked out of the air by his own missile, sending his jet falling into the river as a ball of fire and twisted steel. The second pilot managed to swerve out of the way and dodge the other flying bombs, but drifted too close to the powerlines. Using a mix of telekinesis and muscle strength, the hound lunged into the air at the jet and buried its pincers into one of its wings. Thrown off balance and with smoke billowing from the damaged area, the jet spun out of control, with the pilot having just enough time to eject. Cast out into the storm with nothing but his seat and a parachute, he was utterly helpless. His descent was stopped, and he looked up in horror to see one of the flying hulks had caught him. Dominion had another prisoner. Standing in his office at the prison, Dominion twitched his eye as he received a telepathic report on the attack. The US was getting bolder. Their first attempt on the powerlines had been with ground troops, then tanks, and now jets, but his monsters were all but immune to the puny weapons of the mortals, and after months of clearing out towns and hunting wild folk, he was only using about 18% of stockpiled souls on foot soldiers. The problem was that he had a shortage of information. He had already siphoned all of the useful knowledge out of those National Guard troops, but it wasn’t enough to get a sense as to what kind of force he was dealing with. He had kept things close to the vest, but now that his presence had been exposed, it was time to branch out and set up an information network. Dominion walked out from behind his desk and slit his finger. A single drop of blood clung to the wound, black as obsidian. It fell to the floor and his office darkened as it began to take shape. Outside, dark clouds swarmed into existence and blocked out the sun. 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