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happening,” Zebulan argued.
    “Zebulan makes a point,” Hector agreed. “We are working hard enough to rebuild our ranks. Why lose momentum now?”
    “Because one of those SEALs would count for a dozen, two dozen others,” Heinrich replied. “Imagine what we could turn them into? Super demons.”
    There Heinrich went with the we business again.
    Jasper hated to agree with Heinrich, but he had to in this case, even though he did consider himself super. “We are always on the lookout for the vangels. No matter what other goals we may have, capture or killing of a vangel supersedes everything. But the special forces kills would be almost as good.”
    “In a way, the Special Forces Project would be the icing on our devil’s food cake,” Zebulan remarked with droll humor.
    Everyone groaned at his joke.
    “As I mentioned earlier, our most revered leader, Lucifer, is so impressed with this project that he wants it to be expanded,” Heinrich relayed, more serious now.
    This was news to Jasper. Not that Lucifer liked the project, but that he wanted it expanded. Jasper was going to have his own chat with the boss.
    “I was going to wait until later to mention this, but I need to give up control of the project. I have too much on my hands as it is with the war in my country,” Haroun said.
    “In what way does Satan want us to expand?” Jasper asked Heinrich.
    Heinrich spread his arms. “Everywhere. Somalia. Cuba. Libya. Scandinavia. Spain. Canada. Germany. Everywhere. Most countries have special forces of some type or other. Wouldn’t it be impressive if we had Lucipires in all these units?”
    Zebulan made a snorting sound of disbelief.
    Jasper liked Zebulan. He’d been around almost as long as Jasper, but he was getting a little surly of late. Perhaps he needed a reminder that he followed orders like the rest of them. “I nominate Zebulan to be the one to take over the Special Forces Project.”
    “What?” Zebulan stood, knocking the young blood offering to her naked ass.
    “No, Zebulan, do not object. Hear me out.” He could tell that Heinrich objected to his choice—surprise, surprise!—and was tapping away on his laptop as fast as his scaly fingers could move. That just reinforced Jasper’s decision. “Consider it a challenge, Zebulan. I would assign you extra hordlings, but I think you need to be covert on this operation as much as possible.” He thought for a moment and offered something he rarely did. “I’ll help you, personally, wherever I can. And Haroun can of course advise you on what’s been done so far.”
    Finally Zebulan agreed with an angry exhale of exasperation, probably because he could see the smoke of indignation coming out of Heinrich’s nostrils. “I’ll do it, but my way. Start with the SEALs, then move to the other services. One at a time.”
    “That will take forever,” Heinrich whined.
    Jasper agreed, but he wasn’t going to side with the whiny-assed Nazi. “With a small troop on call, Zebulan should be able to accomplish all our goals more efficiently than if we spread ourselves too thin. Now, if we’ve covered all business on our agenda, I have some treats to show you.”
    “Some new torture implement?” Dominique asked excitedly as Beltane rolled a long dolly into the room on which sat two life-size killing jars in which newly dead human souls fought wildly to escape the glass sides. To no avail, of course. The jars were soundproof, but by the wide-open mouths of the victims he assumed they were screaming.
    Jasper likened his victims to butterflies; they even flailed their arms like wings when first put into the jars until they finally reached a state of stasis. After that, he pinned them to his display boards with three-foot pins through their no-longer-beating hearts, taking them out on occasion for playthings. Pets, really.
    A hordling wheeled in his new torture device. It resembled a two-man or -woman rowing machine with enormous phalluses projecting in