Excerpt from Enya

Sharon Best, Aurora Universe, Copyright 1995,1996,1997

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Chapter 31a

Crime Pays, but Heroism doesn’t? by Janissa, Sam, and Tom

Awakening to the sounds of someone in pain, it took me a moment to realize that I was the one groaning and that it was not all pain I was feeling. Opening my eyes proved to be harder than I could have imagined. So I gave up and laid wherever I was, trying to figure out what had happened. I could feel that I was naked, and curiously aroused, and yet sore all over my body. "That's normal," I thought, "Being naked and aroused seem to be an occupational hazard these days." I could feel something around my waist, wrists, and ankles. I seemed to be laying on a soft warm surface, perhaps a bed or a couch. Without any real strength. "How come I’m so weak?" I tried to lift an arm part way up from my belly. That’s when I realized that I was manacled.

I jerked when a soft cold cloth was laid over my eyes and a cool small hand brushed the hair from my face. A soft feminine voice whispered "Hush, you are still weak from healing. You are almost fully healed, but you should not exert yourself just yet. Here, drink this."

My head was lifted up and a glass was placed to my lips. I drank a cool and very refreshing liquid, its taste was different, quite good really but definitely different. As she removed the glass, my eyes focused on my naked body. I gasped, I had no hair at all on my nether region, my skin was very pink, as if I had been sun burned. From the feel of her hands on my head my hair there was little more than a stubble. I wondered what happened to me, all I could remember was a very bright light and then darkness.

After being allowed to drink my fill, she laid my head down on a naked thigh. She began to gently massage my temples until I sighed with pleasure, my headache fading to nothingness. The arousal never left my body; my nipples were still stiff with desire, but as she to gently rub my temples I began to relax.

I started when a strange, deep strong, yet soft sounding male voice spoke up. "Is she awake and is she well enough yet to talk to?"

"Yes, I believe so Sir, as you can see her skin has all but completely healed. The drugs in her system should be gone by now."

"Thank you Doctor. You’re dismissed"

I forced open my eyes to see two men staring at me. One, a tall middle aged handsome man with an air of authority about him, stood before me with his hands clasped before me. The other man was almost eight inches shorter than the other man and was about as average looking as you could get, except for his eyes, which revealed him be a very intelligent, if somewhat cold man. As they watched me I could see the back of an older woman wearing a white tunic leaving the room. Turning my eyes back to the tall man, I noticed that he was wearing a uniform of some kind.

"Good morning. My name is Lazur. We know quite a bit about you already. We found you, unconscious and badly injured. You remained unconscious for the past three weeks, and I must tell you that you talked quite a bit as you slept. You are currently weakened because of the gold manacles on your body and from the various drugs we are using on you to help you heal. The manacles are on because we could not risk you trashing the place during the restless moments in your sleep." He paused for a moment and then continued, "I have a proposal for you, and a chance for you possibly to do great deal of good for Earth. I want you to listen to some people. They will tell you a story. You may question them, but I suggest that you don’t until you hear from everybody. Then if you want to question any of them at that time you can."

"Hello, my name is ....," I only managed to get that much out before he interrupted me, rather rudely.

"I told you we already know your name and a lot about you." Then he smiled warmly, taking the sting from his words. I smiled back automatically, he is a handsome rouge, I bet he has a lot of women eating out of his hand.

"Why me!" I asked.

As he began to talk I forced myself to look away from him. My body was beginning to respond to him and for some reason I didn’t want him to think I was too easy. Looking around the room I knew my guess was wrong. I was not in a cell. If anything it looked like I was in someone’s living room, except that I did not recognize most of the furnishings nor any of the pictures or other artwork that adorned the walls. The soft thigh which was acting as my pillow belonged to a beautiful and quite naked young lady. She was petite, with long brown hair and large expressive eyes. I blushed and tried to move, realizing quickly that I was still very weak, and my skin felt extremely sensitive. It must have been apparent to everybody in the room that my attention had wandered. As one of the men cleared his throat my attention returned sharply to the tall man who was having such a strong effect on me.

"The reason you were chosen will become clear in a short while. Right now we ask that you simply listen and form you own conclusions."

I decided to test him. "Humph, I am not in any shape to stop you," I said somewhat sarcastically. I was immediately sorry I said that. He was my host and by all indications he had saved my life, or at least helped me to heal. What he did next relaxed me considerably. He softly chuckled before he answered. "True, but those manacles on you are primarily for our safety, and not only to keep you here. You have my word that after you listen I will release you from your bonds." Bowing his head to me, he turned abruptly and left the room with the other man.

Addressing my naked companion I asked her "Well he said some people, who’s first and can I get something to drink and eat while I listen? And I don’t want to be rude but what’s your name." She smiled but said nothing as she stuffed a pillow up under my head, before leaving the room. "Was it something I said?" I muttered at her retreating back. I noticed with a pang of curiosity that she had a small brand on her backside. A few minutes later she enter the room carrying a pitcher, a glass and a large bowl popcorn. Even though I do not need to eat, my mouth watered at the smell of fresh popcorn with garlic salt and butter. I thought, "It’s a good thing that I didn’t have to worry about my diet anymore."

She giggled at my expression "Earth’s latest big hit with these people." My chains rattled softly as I discovered that I could not raise my hands beyond my breasts. Smiling at me she rearranged several pillows until I was propped up so she could feed me or let me sip from a straw. "I guess my story started with a phone call, about two weeks ago."

THE PHONE CALL

Just two days ago, just like the sex-toy that the rest of the office staff thought she was, Jennifer Powdira posed for her boss wearing just her slip and four-inch high red heels. Flipping her long light brown hair over her shoulder she pivoted completely around, showing off her trim athletic body. Her nipples stiff with desire coupled with the sultry looks of pure lust that she was casting at her boss would have proved to any on looker that she obviously enjoyed showing off her body. Light metallic blue finger nails traced lazy circles around her breasts as one small delicate hand slowly eased the silky blue slip, one strap at a time, off her creamy shoulders. She licked her lips knowing the fire she was creating in Pat Monice’s loins was bringing back memories of his distant youth as she slowly bared one beautiful perfect breast.

Pat watched her like a snake eying an unsuspecting bird. She had been with him now for six months and he counted himself very lucky. Compared to the other women in his life she was not large, maybe 5' 1" with only a C-cup size breasts, but she oozed sex appeal and best of all was deaf. He licked his lips as he watched her tease him with her firm breast, her nipples briefing catching the silkily material. Like always she bared first her largest breast and then the other, as if he preferred one to the other. He licked his lips, his loins aching, as she turned her back to him, wiggling her shapely round bottom. The silence within his office was harshly broken as his private telephone rang. "Crap," he said, as he leaned over his desk to picked up his phone.

"Yeah Boss, what’s up?" Frowning he half listened to his boss, unable to take his eyes from Jennifer, now nude, as she walked seductively up to him and slowly began to kneel before him. Where she was small and petite, he was a large man, well over 6'5", and topping 250 lbs, looking like the mob’s expert in handling problems, enforcer if you will, that he was. Dressed in an expensive business suit, he looked as out of place as a football player on a tennis court. Scars on his face tended to hide his razor keen intelligence. As the top enforcer for the underworld boss who ran most of Chicago he had to be smart and ruthless. Battling his way up the ranks had taken years and left a trail of unsolved murders for the local police. Now, at the age of 44, he ordered others to act in his name.

Jennifer, grinning impishly at her boss/lover, who was trying his best to concentrate on what the Don was saying, began to lightly trace a pattern up his pants with her small delicate hands. Pat found listening to the boss was becoming even more difficlut than normal as her hot little hands slowly caressed their way up his leg to his now aching loins. He stared at his cherry-wood paneled walls trying to controls himself as his long winded boss prattled on about details that he already knew by heart.

When her small hands reached his groin, she gently cupped his manhood as she used her teeth to slowly unzippered his pants. Fortunately for his health he knew within a few seconds exactly what this call was all about. It was the call for which he had been waiting for a week now. "Yes boss," he said nodding his massive head, wishing for the hundredth time that his blowhard boss would just shut the fuck up for once. He bit his lip to prevent a groan of pure pleasure from escaping while he politely listened to his boss tell him all the dangers that he had already been warning his boss about for two weeks now.

As badly as he wanted to tell the old man to shut up, he valued his life more. It was a general rule of life you never show anything but respect to a Don. As Jennifer’s hot little hands stoked his manhood he harshly grabbed the back of Jennifer’s head, pulling her away from him by her hair. Holding her at arms length he enjoyed watching her expression change from lust to pain as he lifted her petite frame off the floor by her hair, her dainty toes dangling several inches above the floor. A seemingly endless two minutes later the old man finally ran out of breath and gave him the orders he had been waiting for.

He banged the handset down, then picked it up immediately and punched a speed dial number. Waiting only a second or two he said, "Get me the Hunter," as he lowered a teary eyed but silent Jennifer to her knees on the floor. Rather than scream or cry out as he expected Jennifer to she knelt down, took his swollen member in her hand and began to lick from the base of his member to the sensitive tip. "She likes it rough," he thought.

Jennifer was lucky that Pat was not a mind reader for she was trying her best not to hit him as hard as she could in his big fat balls. Not daring to look up less her eyes betray her thoughts to him, she leaned forwards and began to lick the head of his cock.

Hanging up the phone he groaned in pure pleasure as Jennifer’s long tongue and hot mouth slowly engulfed his throbbing member. Holding her head firmly to his loins as her talented tongue worked him over he suppressed a moan of pleasure and he smiled. His thoughts revolving around his plans and the potential rewards from the Don once the Hunter removed the bitch who was moving in on his bosses territory. Imagining he would be able to get even more power over the old mans empire. Grinning evilly he relaxed, enjoying Jennifer’s skilled attention. He could feel Jennifer hot tears mixing with her saliva, hearing her choked off sobs as he slammed his cock deep into her throat again and again. The thought of giving her pain as well as pleasure became to much and he lost control as he erupted, sending hot seed spurting down her soft throat. Gruffly, showing no signs of weakness, or emotions, he muttered to Jennifer "Plan for a big party three days from now. If all goes as planned, girl, I will buy you a diamond bigger than your tits."

***

My part time pillow stopped her story and smiled impishly, bending over me to flick my nipple. As I involuntarily sucked in a breath she said "Okay, that’s some of my story for now. Next is a man I do not really like, he sort of reminds you of a rattlesnake, but I am told that he has his uses."

I was fighting a gasp as she tweaked my nipple harder, sending a wave of pleasure shooting straight to my brain. To distract myself from what she was doing to me I said, "Interesting story, I take it you were the girl in the story Jennifer, or do you like Jenny?" Before she could answer I asked "Before he gets here how about some more of that popcorn?"

"Okay, some popcorn coming up," she replied as she left the room.

While she was gone from the room a tall older man silently entered, wearing dark clothing. He was so quiet, that if not for the movement of the door, I might not have even seen him come in. As he was looking over the room I got the distinct impression that he was memorizing it. He finally looked over at me, seemingly ignoring my nakedness and staring only at my face. Not only did he show no reaction at all to my being naked, but neither did he show any reactions to my questioning stare. His rough, hard face reminded me of the paintings I collected of the old time cowboys. As rough and tough as he appeared I was surprised to see that he was favoring one leg.

Suddenly shy under his gaze and very aware of my nudity, I broke the silence. "Hi, I guess you must be the next story teller. What's your name?"

Sitting down cross legged on the floor, his back to a wall, he began to speak in a quiet, deep, almost sad, voice, telling his story, without answering me. "I am a hunter, and this pacticular hunt began two nights later after a phone call."

THE HUNT, TWO NIGHTS LATER

An hour before midnight, in one of the many warehouse districts in the greater city of Chicago, a man was clad in black swearing silently as he barked his shin on a protruding pieced of wood.

"Damn wooden pallets," he thought. Thinking dark thoughts about the warehouse worker who stacked those pallets, he knelt down and rubbed his shin. Shaking his head at his anger, he grinned into the dark, thinking, "Old son, that’s the price one must pay when you move in the dark on a moonless night." Carefully keeping his black Weatherbee rifle clear of the pile of rubbish he stepped quietly around the pallets and continued to silently negotiate a winding path between piles of trash. His soft sole black leather moccasins and careful steps made no sound. Liked an evil shade he made his way down the alleyway.

The towering walls of the two huge old warehouses seemed like canyon walls to him. "This is a lot like the hunt in Utah last year when I bagged Fred ‘The Gun’ Austin in the ATF safe camp," he reflected. As a professional, whose services were in demand thoughout the world, he prided himself on his ability to hunt all types of game. Including and perhaps most especially the most canny of prey, man!

Midway down the alley he stopped walking, his every sense alert, telling him that he was no longer alone. A low rustle off cloth rubbing against cloth told him that someone was to his left. With an uncanny sense of smell he identified a human male, who had just bathed, and the smell of gun oil indicated he was armed. He found himself fighting the urge to sneeze, the strong smell of soap irritating his nose. Straining his ears he heard the soft sounds of a someone asleep. The relaxed breathing off to his right. Choosing to let the sleeper alone, he fought the urge to sneeze as he moved like a ghost slowly around behind the person to his left. Pulling out his knife, he felt like a harbinger of death, his instrument a nine-inch blade of Damascus steel. Sharpened to cut through flesh and bone effortlessly and carefully coated with a special varnish of my own design so as not to reflect any light whatsoever.

He briefly toyed with the idea of not killing the man, all but sure that he was a guard or cop of some type. Years ago he had found that killing cops tended to be nasty business. It was a clean kill, but the heat from his brothers in arms was unbelievable and his client ended up losing more than he gain from the killing.

He crouched down and became motionless as he listened, using his sense of smell and hearing to zero in on his prey. He froze motionless, as the crinkle of a cigarette pack being opened and the clicking sounds of a lighter warned him that his prey was about to light up. He tensed, every muscle ready to spring as he knew the flame from the lighter might reveal him. He became as still as a pool of blackness as he watched though hooded eyes. A profile was revealed, the man was less than three feet away and seemed far too bulky in the chest. Assuming he was wearing body armor he struck with the fluid grace of a panther, showing untold hundreds of hours of practice.

Rising like a ghost from behind he grabbed the man’s forehead with his left hand, pulling violently but silently to the left. As he forced his victim’s head back his deadly razor sharp knife cut easily through tendons and cartilage, all but beheading the man. Without the slightest sign of remorse and as silently as he came, he eased the twitching body of his latest victim to the ground. The tiny flame at the end of the victim’s cigarette was extinguished in a pool of blood.

Listening to the deep regular breathing pattern of the second person he knew that whoever it was, was sound asleep and was not going to wake any time soon. After a quick search of his victim, he deduced that whoever it was that he had just killed was not city police, nor one of Mr Monice’s regular goons. The bullet proof vest was not police issue. The pants had big pockets on each thigh, like military combat issue, and judging from the brief glimpse he had caught when the victim lite his smoke, he was dress in black. Holstered under the victim’s arm was a 9mm Berretta. Looking further, he found a 45 caliber automatic holstered in the small of his back. A third small gun was strapped to his ankle. "This makes no sense. The man is dressed like a elite cop or a Fed, so why would he be here. This is a lousy location to guard or watch. Makes no sense. Unless he was watching for me or listening to something." Mentally snapping his fingers he grinned and began to search again. His strong fingers discovered a pair of small soft headphones inserted into the man’s ears. Tracing the wire he discovered a small device setting on a pallet just off to one side. A cable the thickness of a phone line ran from the device off into the night.

Holding one headphone up to his ear he smiled in the darkness. Finding his way over to the sleeper he clamped a gloved hand over the man’s mouth. In a single motion his blade slid into the depression at the base of the unsuspecting sleeper, making sure that the sleep was eternal. He was surprised to find out the sleeper was a woman.

A few minutes later he silently left and worked his way unseen farther up the alley. Using a padded grappling hook and a thin black line he slowly worked his way up to the roof of the warehouse, the rifle slung upside down behind his back. Stopping his climb a foot below the edge of the roof he became as still as a shadow as he listened. Several minutes crawled by before he moved again. Holding on to the rope with just one strong arm he removed a thin rod and slowly raised it up to the roof line.

The latest in motion-sensing equipment, his unit was designed to give his hand a tiny shock if it detected any movement within forty feet by a man sized object. He was thankful that the night was still, since the motion detector was all but useless on a windy days. Satisfied that no one was moving on the roof he pocketed the device and resumed his climb. Easing himself up far enough to raise his eyes over the edge, he quickly scanned the area.

Seeing nothing but heating and venting duct work he quickly rolled one leg over the 18 inch high parapet and slid soundlessly onto the roof. Maintaining a low profile he moved silently over to a sit with his back to a metal duct. After studying and scouting this area intensively he knew he could count on being sheltered from view by all the mechanical equipment up on the roof of this old refrigerated warehouse. He knew the other side of the roof as well as the next the roof beyond that one resembled a small hill studded with metal rock outcroppings. Plenty of cover if you knew how to use it. In the next warehouse, the meeting would be starting in just four hours. "Ok old son, lets do a slow scan of the area and then get into place." Removing a small case from his butt-pack he thought, "The money I spent for these high resolution infrared binoculars was well worth it."

With great care to make no sound he wiggled under a large duct and began to scan the surrounding buildings. He was surprised at discovering three guards but after careful observation he was satisfied that no one was observing him. Still, their presence reminded him that the two dead guys he’d left behind might have been ordered to report in. He shook his head at the thought. "No, they were only wearing listening devices. He found no microphones that he could tell." With that he dismissed the distracting thoughts and set about his immediate task.

As silent and invisibly as the night itself he eased over the peak of the roof, past the piping, working his way down to the opposite side of the warehouse. Once there he slowly moved to where the roof dipped down to meet the bottom of the parapet wall. On his belly he slowly slithered along the parapet wall until he came to a large swale, what he would call a valley, in the roof, partially covered by scummy, stagnant, foul smelling water, caused by a broken drain pipe.

The drain pipe had apparently been plugged for years. Someone had cut a six inch notch in the parapet wall to allow some water to escape, rather than fixing it properly. This created a standing pool of water that was about a foot deep. For the Hunter this made for an ideal hunting blind.

Ensuring that his waterproof clothing was sealed, he removed a clear plastic tube from a pocket. Placing the tube in his mouth, he began to slowly breath through it while easing into the water to lay on his back. Barely more than a foot deep and still almost hot from the sun, the fetid, filthy water allowed him to vanish from sight.

***

The man who had called himself the Hunter suddenly stopped talking, got up and left the room as abruptly and quietly as he had entered. After he was gone Jenny stepped back into the room.

"I see what you mean about spooky," I addressed my naked friend. "I take it your name is Jennifer or do you prefer Jenny? My name is ...," I stopped as she laid a dainty finger upon my lips.

"Jenny will do for now," she replied, "and I know your name." She kissed me fully on the mouth before I could respond. My lips tingled from the full, supple softness of her lips and the euphoric effects I was experiencing form the gold heighten the pleasure. I gasped and moaned, frustrated that my hands prevented me from reaching her. If anything, my bondage seemed to turn me on even more and my thoughts or feeling of enjoying my bondage startled me.

We were interrupted, "Eerr hummm, excuse me, I would leave but I have work I have to do." She was blushing like mad, trying not to look at us. She was tall, about five-eight with dark hair, lovely eyes, and looking very fit. "I am on security detail, just as I was that night where the Hunter left off." As she talked I could tell she was getting aroused, her nipples making twin tents in her uniform. She was the first woman that I’d seen wearing clothes; I had begun to think that only the males around here wore anything.

EXTERNAL SECURITY DETAIL (An hour later)

"This roof is clear, should I station a guard here Ma’am."

"No leave it. Wait on second thought, yes, put one or two people on that roof. Pick a high point so they can cover the far side of the roof. I am not too concerned about this side of the roof - there’s way too much crap on that roof to cover it from our observation points. We have to establish a security perimeter. All the other buildings surrounding this building are secure. We can snag anyone attempting to climb up any of these buildings. Are you sure that roof is secure? I can’t see a lot of it, there is just to much fucking lead sheeting used in these old roofs. Besides I don’t trust at all what the locals told us."

"Yes L T, we’ve looked under and around every single piece of ducting. Every duct was swept with both rf and infrared sensors to make sure they were clear. The building is empty of life and now secured. The alley way on the other side of the building is still being explored. Apparently there is a lot of trash in it."

"Okay, check it out, and I am not a Lieutenant any more. We quit, remember?" "What am I missing?" she thought. "Crap, this is a far cry from what I was trained for."

A harsh male voice interrupted her chain of thoughts, "My boys tell me everything is secure, Babe." His name was Joe the Boat. He was a huge man, well over 400 pounds and a veteran mobster. Only 100 pounds of his large body was fat; the rest was hard muscle. Many people were convinced that he had no neck at all, just two massive shoulders topped by a scarred round dome of a head. The cheap flashy suit draped over his enormous frame gave ample evidence of his eating habits.

Turning around the young chief of security could feel the large man’s pig like eyes feasting on her body. Ignoring the repugnant male, she reached above her right breast and keyed in her command frequency on her transceiver. "Boss, tell her the area is secure."

As always the calm deep male voice that answered on the other end caused goose bumps to form on her spine. "Hmm? Any problems?"

"No, just a few bugs, but we are not very far away from the main building yet. Did you know that these people use lead to line parts of their roofs?

Chuckling at her frustrated tone he responded "So do we. When I was much younger I worked my way though the academy repairing roofs."

"Oh, well not to change the subject but after this is over I would like permission to squeeze some of our new friends into paste."

Her boss laughed "Not right now. Boss’s orders, we need their cooperation, but I know exactly what you mean."

"Say Babe," said Joe the Boat "What’s with the Star Trekker badge? You guys think you are aliens or something."

***

She finished talking, but not blushing when she got up and left the room. Jenny started giggling like mad. "What so funny?" I asked, as she held up a glass for me to sip from.

She grinned, "Oh, just ship rumor mill, there’s a pool about how long it will be before she has her first femme love affair."

"Who's next?" I asked. What she was saying interested me and the thought of the tall woman in the throes of lovemaking with another woman caused my nether regions to twitch involuntarily. But the narrative from these strangers was getting to me, and I was becoming very curious and a little anxious as to where all this led.

She grinned and started to play with my breasts and nipples. I arched my back in pleasure, my body deciding that it didn’t care about the story. She giggled. "He won’t be here for an hour yet. Oh, dear me whatever shall we do?" she asked, coyly.

I moaned in pleasure as her fingers danced along the upper slopes of my breasts. Her beautiful smile was the last thing I could see clearly as her silky hair flowed over her shoulders covering both of us as she lowered her soft lips to mine. I felt the tension of waiting for the next person melt from my body, and for the first time since I had awakened, I felt myself truly relaxed. As her hands explored my breasts and nipples I gasped in just a little pain and greater pleasure as her tongue explored my mouth. Her fingers pinching and playing with my large nipples until they burned with desire. I groaned in pleasure and my breathing grew heavier as she kissed and licked her way down to my breasts. Her touch on my skin stung a little, but the pleasure she was generating within me far overshadowed the minor discomfort she caused. Once again my pleasure seemed to be increased by my bondage. I found it just a little distrubing at just how much pleasure. I moaned, her wonderful kisses stealing away my ability to think.

She moved to allow my hands to fondle and stroke her body. I wiggled on the pillows as she moved further down my body until her tongue parted my moist lower lips. She turned her smooth, naked body and swung her leg over me to present herself to me in the most personal way. I returned the favor with my tongue, her sex tasted sweet as I licked her. Discovering her hard little clit I used my tongue to gain some control over her. Her dainty tongue and fingers proved to be very talented as she kept me right on the edge until with a sudden cry I climaxed. Not a mind blowing orgasm, but a nice one never the less. Her orgasm followed seconds later, her body shuddering as she gulped air in gasps and rubbed her sex against my eager mouth. Smiling that dazzling grin again she got up and left the room, to return moments later with a warm wet towel. After cleaning us off she kissed me "now tell me the truth, was that a good way to kill time or what."

"Hummm" was all I could say. I was still very aroused, "All this damn gold" I thought.

A knock on the door interrupted what I was going to say next. Whoever it was knocked again, said "Oh, you don’t knock, eh." Seconds later the short man I had seen earlier, barely five-six and wearing a sharply-tailored dark wool suit with a red tie, entered the room. His eyes were sharp and tough. I watched amused as he sniffed the air, and his eyes darted to and then away from our naked bodies. He cleared his throat, running a finger between his collar and his neck like he was suddenly very nervous. Judging by the lump in his pants, he was well equipped and very aroused.

With a nervous smile he said "Hi again, I am with the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation. If I can believe my allies, you are a Velorian from another earth. I have listened to all the tapes of your ramblings while you unconscious and were being healed. Incidentally we know that you have helped the Government before in several rescue efforts. I does not matter to me that you are from another very similar earth. What does is that you seemed ready to risk your life for you country. I’ll cut to the chase and tell you that we need your help now. You may be well be directly responsible for saving our little world and perhaps the your own world as well. I ask that you bear that in mind for the next few days."

As I started to open my mouth to ask him a question, Jenny placed a hand over my mouth again. "No questions yet."

THE FBI

At seven o’clock in the morning in Washington D.C. the phone rang on the desk of Agent John Sikes, the lead agent in charge of all investigations into mobster activities. At 47 years of age he looked like Mister Joe Average Man and at only 5' 6" tall, 158 pounds, he could easily blend into a crowd. Yet anyone looking into his eyes knew that here was a man of keen intelligence. He had a reputation for being a straight honest cop, never lying, even to the criminals he had arrested or used as informants over the years.

It had been his habit for over five years now to eat his lunch in the morning and use his lunch hour to workout. He was gazing fondly at a picture of his red headed wife, with newly wed eyes, as he bit into and began to chew his wife’s home made cornbeef sandwich. As an overpowering taste of horseradish and cloves washed over his tongue he wished for the hundreds time that she would learn to cook. Fortunately for the future of his taste buds his phone rang. Answered the phone by pushing the speaker phone and speaking around a mouthful of food he said "What."

"John, it’s Dick Mayerson. Man, have we got trouble!" It was obviously to me that he was very agitated, his next few words confirmed my guess. "Crap ... we lost Jackson and well... SHIT ... even Deep Cover is missing. Plus Eric managed to shoot himself in the fucking foot, and the fucking ATF screwed up and lost 25 of their agents and four of ours are still missing!"

The excited voice on the phone continued as I muttered around a mouthfull of food "fuck," in low tones so as not to draw attention. That would all I would need right now. People at the office were known to eavesdrop. This was Washington D.C., after all, and careers could be made on what one might overhear at a lunch counter or in a locker room. Information is power, a nowhere is that more true than in D.C.

He stopped listening for a moment, feeling his blood pressure raise as he spit out his food into his trash can, which was followed shortly thereafter by the rest of the sandwich. "Well at least I can tell her I tasted it" he thought before he interrupted, just short of yelling "Mayerson, stop and slow down." In a calmer voice he continued "no better yet Dick, take a couple of deep breaths then start over and start from the beginning." He knew Dick Mayerson personally, he was a good man, not a person to shake easily, and no matter how tense he was he never swore, at least not until now.

He could hear the man on the other end take a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Sorry John, you’re probably right. This thing is so crazy that I know that you’re not going to believe me unless I explain it in detail." John could hear the other man forcing himself to breathe regularly and calm himself. He found himself doing the same. This was so out of character for Mayerson to be this rattled, and that concerned him. "Okay, John, crap, I guess I’m still shook up over this. Look, I haven’t even taken the time to write any of this down. Shit, I just woke up in a fucking ambulance with a goose egg on my head the size of hardball. I was told that Agent Jancowski was already at the scene and so I decided to get to my office. I guess I just need someone to talk to right now about what happened. I already have the lab techs on the way to the scene along with several agents."

"Okay, okay, anything I can do to help Dick, you need Ray Mathers and his team."

"Hell yes John, this whole affair is crazy. Maybe his experts can make sense of what happened."

"All right, listen Dick, I am going to put you on hold so just stay calm and wait for me. Let me make the phone call, you get some coffee and when I get back on line I want you to tell me everything just as it happened. Quickly I called Ray and told him to get his team down to Chi right away. My second call was to Agent Jancowski briefly telling him that Dick was in his office and possibly hurt, to send someone right away. I informed that I would keep Dick talking until someone got there. Less than five minutes later I was back on the phone with Dick. After making the two quick urgent calls to other agents Mathers said "Okay Dick, tell it to me step by step just like it happened."

"Alright John here’s exactly how I remember it." I could hear Dick sighing with fatigue and could imagine Dick rubbing his face while gathering his thoughts, forcing himself to relax. I decided to let Dick take his time. "Okay Dick, whenever you’re ready. Just start from the beginning."

Evident anger in his voice Dick started to rant "All right John, but you had better be sitting down. It all started with Jackson. He had received a tip from Deep Cover about some type of hit by the Hunter on a new Columbia drug czar that was to take place either last night or very early this morning in a warehouse during a meeting between the Colombian and Chicago Boss, Mr Henrica himself. Hell this was too perfect -- we had a time and location." His took on a sarcastic edge as he continued "Well in the ‘spirit of cooperation’ our president loves so much, and following direct orders from my boss, Eric, we followed procedure and informed the ATF."

"Mayerson, take it easy and calm down, I need you to be clear and concise right now. But I agree with you about this cooperation B.S."

"Huh? Sorry, you’re right as usual. Okay, I’ll try to calm down." He paused and then went on, this time obviously forcing himself to keep his voice steady. "Well anyway apparently the ATF had a deep mole as well and had learned about this little meeting, but their information indicated that a major shipment of drugs and guns was to go down."

"Sounds like a cluster fuck about to happen," I interrupted again.

"Yes, well Sir, but for once we actually tried to worked together, or at least I offered to work with them. We had two planning meetings where I was assured that we would work together. Their lead agent, a Bill Ferrson, wanted to contact our deep cover and of course I told them no. Deep Cover’s only contact was Jackson and only though a scrambled cellular phone, proper code words, and the call has to be made first by Deep Cover. Anyway, the long and the short of it was that I refused to give them Deep Cover and they were told that Deep Cover would not talk with anyone but Jackson. Needless to say, they were pissed and threatened me with calls to Washington. So to modify tempers I assigned Jackson to help the ATF. They stationed Jackson inside their mobile Command Post. You know one of those really big plush recreational mobile home they had converted."

"Was that where you were Dick?" I queried.

"No, I was told there was no room for anyone else besides Jackson. Knowing how protective Jackson is of Deep Cover, I felt pretty safe leaving him in their mobile EOC and decided follow their vehicle in our beaten up old van."

"Okay, sorry for interrupting, go on."

"I was informed by Bill that his people had been watching that building for well over six months. At the time I thought it was lucky that the ATF had been watching the building for a drug operation for the last couple of weeks now and had been able to bug it. I was even informed, by Bill, that his tech people could patch the signal over to us. Because the ATF was already on the scene and had a small army of agents working on this case Eric decided that the ATF was the lead agency. Their plan was to observe and to only assist the ATF in the arrest if Bill and I were sure about the evidence, but it was primarily to be a ATF bust. That was fine with me, you know me I could really care less who gets the headlines. As for the local police you know neither Bill nor I wanted to bring in the locals. We both still have very strong suspicions that several high ranking cops are on Henrica’s payroll."

"Well Bill swore to me that they had camera’s as well as electronic ears watching and recording the bust. It seemed that over three months ago that it was rumored that particular warehouse would be used for a drug deal. So Bill had it wired. But the deal never went down and the gear was left in place. Hell, John, for once I thought that luck was with us. But still we were extremely cautious. Hell I even had my people get into place a day early. Our nearest men were two alley’s away, a good long half a city block, away from the warehouse. They were my forward observers. I was having them do a field real test on those remote listening sensors the Army Corps of Engineers had developed."

"In hindsight maybe I should have suspected something was not right when Bill informed me that our van’s electronics were incompatible with theirs and that’s why their tech’s could not patch the signal over to us. We never did get anything but radio’s to work. Shit, even the radio’s had a lot of static on it. Some of those old building had just too much metal in them or something. Radio’s worked but it was pretty much line-of-sight. Even the cellular phones barely worked. Everyone of those warehouses were those old refrigerated types, you know what I mean, sort of like what we ran up against in New York on the Testleer case. Lots of thick walls and metal pipes everywhere."

Shaking my head at the bad memory I prompted Mayerson to continue, "So what happened next?"

"John, what I didn’t know was those ATF gung-ho assholes had already hidden several of their agents within the warehouse. They decided to get cute and planted some of their hotshots into the warehouse inside of great big wooden packing crates. Okay, remember that according to Deep Cover the hit was not supposed to happen until 2:00 A.M. this morning. After midnight things started to go wrong. We lost contact with our forward observers. No noise, no indication of anything wrong except silence when they missed their call in time. We had been having trouble with the radio’s and so we didn’t think anything about. After all if one of the perps were near them, they would not want to blow their cover."

I nodded and said, "I have seen it happen before. So what then?"

"About an half an hour later I decided to send someone in to check it out. I wanted to send in one man but Bill Ferrson insisted that one of his men accompany mine. Several minutes were lost with me trying to convince Bill to back off. Anyway I assigned Agent Nancy Weller, you know her, she’s smart, moves like a cat, and when dressed like a homeless woman she really looks the part, blending in with the local homeless population very easily. Bill assigned one of his storm troopers, so we lost some time disguising him."

"I almost said fuck it, to hell with the case, and charged in right then and there, but as Bill pointed out we had no indication that anything was wrong and this was Henrica himself. So," there was a pause on the line while Mayerson gathered his strength to say what he had to say. "I take the blame that Wilson was killed and Neederson is missing." Sighing, he continued. "To make a long story short I had them both disguised, wearing those new secret service radio. And both were armed. I gave them twenty minutes to get to the alley way without raising suspicion."

"By then several of Henrica’s boys showed up including the top thug himself, Pat Monice and Mr Henrica. I almost fell out of the van when Jackson reported that Deep Cover was also there with Monica. Shortly after that, Nancy reported in. She reported that the alley way looked deserted but it had a lot of trash in it; some of the trash was over her head and was going to difficult to move though it. She told me it would take them another twenty minutes at least before they could get to Wilson’s last know position. I could do nothing but give them the okay and then I could do nothing but continued to wait. Well I didn’t have to wait long. Less than ten minutes later everyone of our radios went on the blink, static, like you would not believe."

"Did you try changing to another frequency?" I asked.

"Changing frequencies didn’t help. At first I thought the ATF bozos were pulling another one of their little tricks. I had just got up to go over to the ATF RV and raise holy hell when Bill came stomping over to our van, demanding to know just what we were pulling. Of course I brightly say "Huh?" before I caught on. We were both being jammed. My face must have given it away because Bill whirled around and ran back to his Mobile command center saying that at least we still had complete knowledge of what was going on within the warehouse. Within a few minutes I learned that the only radios that were still working were the secret service jobs. I only had one of them left, Nancy and that big ATF ape was wearing the only other working set."

"Wait a minute Dick. Why were they still working" I asked.

"I don’t know, boss I am not a techy type. But I’ll asked the lab boys and girls to find out."

"Sorry for interrupting Dick, but I read some classified reports about the same type of thing happening in four other cities all within the past week. But, this is the first time it happen to us. Okay, get back to what you were telling me."

His voice sounded tired and frustrated as he continued "Yes, well, the shit really hit the fan twenty minutes later when Nancy’s radio came to life. She reported that she had found Wilson’s body. John, she must have keyed open the mike because within seconds after she reported in, I heard her and that ATF agent get captured by the bad guys. If that was not bad enough their captors grilled Nancy and the agent on who they were and why they had killed Wilson. After Nancy denied killing him one of them started talking in a language I never heard before. Another answered in Spanish saying "this means we have an intruder who is not a cop."

"What?!" A flood of implications sprang into my mind then. If their guys didn’t whack Wilson, then who did?

"I swear John that is how it roughly translates, no mistake. Nancy and the ATF goon were not killed, but instead they were handcuffed and taken into the warehouse by some very professional sounding people, who I might add found and deactivated her radio. I know this because I rushed over to the ATF RV to see what they were receiving. That when I found out they had external camera’s watching the entrances to the warehouse. I cannot tell you how helpless I felt watching a TV as one camera picked up four big men and one woman taking Nancy and the ATF agent to the warehouse. That goddamn fucker Bill refused to send in his troops in until she was inside of the warehouse. I was fucking amazed by his MCP by the way. He really did have the complete warehoused wired for sound and camera. Just before I could demand we start the bust now I saw Nancy and the ATF agent on one of the internal camera’s."

Taking a deep breath he continued with a harsh caustic edge to his voice. "Crap, well this is where I really screwed up, I listened to Bill while he explained that we could get a clean bust on Henrica for kidnapping Federal Agents, if he showed up in the same room as Nancy and the ATF agent. Besides, we both knew if we started the bust now we may get Nancy killed. So I didn’t order the men to move in, instead I sat down to watched the whole thing as if I was at home watching the fucking soaps."

"I could see Henrica’s usual goons, but I couldn’t place a single one of the others. The strange thing is the new comers were all dressed up in Star Trek uniforms for god sake, but they acted very professional. In all my years as a cop, I have never seen a drug runner behave like these people were. I really began to have a bad feeling about this whole setup. They acted like goddamn military special forces, extremely professional. They walked off camara and we lost track of Nancy and the ATF agent for a while."

"I thought the main door was covered inside by the ATF surveillance systems," I mentioned.

A few minutes later one the female Startrek dressed perp’s came up to Monice and say something like "she will be here in just a few minutes." About five minutes later a huge black limo rolled in front warehouse. It was dark so the exterior Camera could not make out to many details. Six people got out, all wearing startrek uniforms followed by the tall person in a cape. If I had to guess it was a woman with dark brown or dark red hair. She lead a completely naked woman out by a leash. We lost track of them soon after they walked into the warehouse."

"I thought the main door was covered inside by the ATF surveillance systems."

"Yes John, it was, and Bill was cursing a blue streak and all over his Tech’s for them to fix the problem. Within minutes they got the camera to working again but by then the party was long gone."

"That smells to high heaven Dick."

"Shit, do tell! Crap John, give me some credit, Bill and I figured something was up but we were so focused on getting the goods on Henrica that we blinded ourselves. On one camara we could see Henrica and Monice waiting in the open section of the warehouse. A few minutes later one the female Star Trek dressed perp’s came up to Monice and say something like "she will be here in just a few minutes." About two minutes later a huge black limo rolled in front warehouse. It was dark so the exterior Camera could not make out to many details. Six people got out, all wearing startrek uniforms followed by a tall person in a cape. If I have to guess, I got the impression that it was a woman with dark brown or maybe dark red hair. She led a completely naked woman out by a leash. Once again we our Camera’s blinked out and we lost track of them soon after they walked into the warehouse."

"Maybe two long minutes went by before our camera’s strated working again. I was surprised we picked up anything again. One of the tech’s said he had gotton one of the camera’s to work that was in the main warehouse area. Via that camera we watched Henrica standing with Monice and believe it or not, Deep Cover. Surrounding them at a distance were their hired guns. In walked some of the Star Trekers. And get this in the front was that tall woman, turned out she was a dark redhead. We watched as Henrica and Monice and five of his goons were facing the this redheaded woman. I have to say, she was something to see. She is easily the tallest and the strongest woman I’ve ever seen. It took me a moment to realize that she had five others with her. Three men and two women, plus one naked woman kneeling at the feet of the tall woman."

Dick stopped talking long enough to take of drink of something before he began again. "Now, John you’re not going to believe this, but suddenly she blurred, the tall woman I mean, then we heard a shot. Looked at her something in her hand then her arm blurred again. In the same tone as you or I would order coffee she ordered ‘He is on the roof of building next door, wounded, capture him alive.’ Henrica and Monice were standing with their eyes bugging out. Pat Monice said something that began in a loud whisper, but sounded like "She caught the fucking bullet! Shit! She caught the fucking bullet!!"

"John, I only tell you this to make a point, but I swear Bill’s technicians were able to replay that scene on a separate screen. They managed to focus up close to the redhead and slowed it down. Bill had crowed about his fucking video equipment being able to show a bullet in flight. His technicians proved him right, they were able to slow it down so we could see this bullet creep across the picture. Why the hell can’t we get that type of equipment. I know, I know, fucking budgets. Now for the really hard to believe stuff, John you are not going to believe this but I watched this high caliber bullet almost strike this redheaded amazon’s left ear. I said ‘almost’ because before it could kill her or for that matter even touch her soft skin she caught the bullet with her bare hand."

"What!?" exploded out of my mouth so loudly that several people outside my door slowed their walk down the hall and looked at each other. Glaring at them I kicked the door shut. I could see them through the narrow pane of thick glass next to my door. I lowered my voice. "Dick, what the hell are you trying to tell me?"

"I swear, John, then she threw the fucking bullet back though the wall so fast that even that whiz-bang high tech camera could only pick up a blur. To show how bright I was it took me almost two minutes to realize she must be one of those supertypes I have been reading in the papers about, except I thought they were all blonds."

"Me too, hmm..., Dick if it was anyone else but you I say you were either drinking or on dope. I want to see those tapes!"

"Errrr, well John that may not be possible. Shortly after that as I was leaving the MCP there was a loud bang and I blacked out. I found out later that the Command Post had blown up. As it stands right now Agents Nancy Weller, Deep Cover, and Neederson are all missing. Agents Wilson is murdered and Jackson was killed in the Mobile home explosion. Of the ATF, Bill and most of his command post people are dead, plus the driver is listed in critical condition. Inside of the warehouse is a bunch of tied up ATF agents, Henrica’s head is on a pole with no trace of his body, Monice is now where to be found, but if he is alive we’ll find him. But everything on tape we or the ATF recorded was destroyed in the explosion."

"Wait a minute Dick, what happen to the recording, in our van?"

"Oh, didn’t I tell you? It blew up too. The local firefighters told me just before I left the scene that the explosion was caused by the gas main under the street. They don’t know why, but it blew up and took about half a block with it."

"What, I don’t buy that for one minute." I found myself growing very impatient with this nonsense. This was too far-fetched. Too convenient. Agents were dead, others were missing and all of his evidence was blown sky high by a faulty gas main at the worst time imaginable? No, something else was going on here and he’d get to the bottom of it.

Too tired to get really mad Dick responded with a growl. "Give me some fucking credit John. Neither do I. I am having the lab check it out now, we have the entire scene, several fucking blocks, now under control. You know those guys. They’ll put the whole block under a microscope if they have to. They don’t like our agents getting killed any more than we do."

"Ok Dick, it sounds like you’re done what you can for now. I’m going to fly over there first thing to see it for myself, I want you to get your head taken care of, get some rest and I’ll meet you at the airport later today. Where the heck is Eric, by the way."

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you what happened to my boss. On the way to the crime scene one of the rookies was playing with his fucking gun. It discharged, hitting Eric in the right foot. I have to check up on it, but I assume he is still in the hospital getting it fixed." Dick was amazed that I knew so many swear words.

***

"Well that’s my portion of the story," the man said with an air of finality. He eyed the two of us, no longer lost in his own narrative. "Gods you two are beautiful. It’s probably a good thing I am happily married, or I might do something I’d regret later." He got up from a divan like chair and addressed me, "I hope you do the right thing. We, the Bureau, hell the rest of the people on earth could use the help." As he left the room I looked at Jenny with a puzzled expression on my face.

Jenny smiled, "As you most likely guessed I am, still am, sometimes referred to as deep cover. It was though me that Captain Lazur contacted him." Jenny stood and turned on her heel and appeared to compose herself for a moment before turning again and leveling a steady gaze directly into my eyes. "It is now my turn to tell you more of the story. Shortly before all this happened I was in the warehouse bathroom, nervous as all hell."

DEEP COVER

Staring at the cracked mirror in the filthy warehouse bathroom I thought "Stupid, I have got to remember to be really stupid or I am one dead girl. If anything goes wrong tonight Pat is going to kill some people and if I am really lucky I will not be part of the body count." I was very nervous and hiding out in a tiny dirty bathroom just made it worse, so I opened my bag and put a little more bright red lipstick on. I wondered whether or not father would approve of his little girl right now. As a sixth generation cop and a third generation FBI agent Dad practically brainwashed his only child into becoming an FBI agent. I sighed, "Lets face it Shelly, you have the body, face and sexual drive of a sex worker, not a cop, of course if anything will save my cute ass tonight it will be this body. Please let Jackson be somewhere around out there with a troop of other FBI agents."

Practicing my sexy blank stare I could not help remember how shocked I was at the lead FBI agent’s suggestion just 11 months ago. I had graduated from Harvard College with a Criminology degree and a straight 4.0 grade point average. Of course it helped having a photographic memory, but still I worked hard, day and night to please my dad. My mother had died giving me birth and it was his wish that I become an FBI agent. I knew I aced the written test for applying to the FBI school and also knew I only barely passed the physical test, because of my size. I remember wondering just how many strings Dad pulled getting me into the FBI crime school. Oh I knew that supposedly no one can influence the testing but Dad was a powerful man within the FBI. Less than two months after being in the FBI school I was not surprised when I was called into the Dean’s office along with two other girls. He explained to us that we were simply not physical fit enough for normal Brueau field duty. In my case he said I was just not tall enough to make the grade, even though I was very fit. He added that we were all smart enough and handled pressure extremely well, so he had a proposal he wanted to make. Blinking back tears I listened carefully and to this day I don’t know if I was disappointed or happy that he wanted to change my life. I listened intently as he outline the possibilities of us becoming a deep undercover agents. His proposal was to either agree to being an undercover agent or not being an agent of any kind, and of course I agreed. I was still my father’s daughter. Only one of the other two girls joined me in accepting the offer.

Our training changed that very day. First we were both moved to another site , transported in a black limo with opaque windows, so we had no idea where we were or how we got there. Hours later we arrived and I had to go pee so bad when we finally stopped I was almost ready to cry.

Cosmetically speaking, being raised by a father who thought of me as the son he never had tended to make me not learn what every other girl knew before she was out of high school. I was always a shy girl, raised by a very strict father, so I had very little in the way of social skills and at the age of 20 I was still a virgin. For ten hours a day, every day I learned how to walk, talk, apply makeup and how to act. I turned out to be a great actor, I actually fooled the instructors into believing I was deaf. I learned how to act like a real high class lady or talk and strut like a cheap slut, but afterwards I would blush like mad.

But what no one had taught me or even hinted at, to this naive young virgin, was what would be expected of me out in the field. But now that I think back on it there were lots of hints but I was just too damned naive and, lets be honest with ourself, I was far too innocent. What I knew about sex back then I could have written in lipstick on my thumb nail, Gods was I a dumb bunny.

My exercise routine and diet was changed to both strengthen my muscles and to allow more feminine curves to show. In that I graduated with high honors, even my instructors started treating me differently. Within three months I graduated as a secret undercover agent, with a different name and everything. I was assigned to special agent Jackson, who reminded me of my father. Under the name of Jennifer, my first name was the only thing I was allowed to keep from my past, I applied and got a job with a moving company. Within a month I was literal picked up by a large powerful man named Pat Monice as his personal secretary. I had no idea who he was but Jackson, once I told him, became extremely excited and told me to stay with him at any cost.

Pat was a take charge, brutal, asshole, but he was intelligent and could be very charming when he wanted to be. He introduced me to sex and I think that the fact I was a virgin endeared me to him. That and the fact I found I really enjoyed sex a lot. I was shocked to discover that I liked it rough. He showed me off at several very steamy clubs in Chicago and I became his girl. From the very beginning I was afraid to admit, even to myself, how much I really liked sex and even more how much I liked showing off my body. But all shyness I had was gone within a few months as Pat’s lover. I was able to feed Jackson several small leads that I hoped he used to bust the crooks, but being deep undercover, I really had no idea what was going on in the real world. Part of going deep means that any contact with the Bureau might be found out and put me in danger or even get me killed. At my last contact I was told by Jackson that if everything when well that night I would be pulled out safe and sound, and able to take my place as a full FBI agent. That’s what I’d set out to be from the start, so I was anxious to do everything perfectly on my end.

So there I was, in that dirty bathroom in the warehouse, listening to Pat order his goons around outside the flimsy bathroom door. I practiced my blank sex-toy look in the mirror and giggled like the brainless slut he believed me to be. I was so nervous and just a little scared,"Gods he going to notice that I am way to uptight. I can’t afford to blow this." Reaching into my purse I pulled out my little toy, hiked up my china dress, pulled the narrow crotch band of these damned red lace very high cut panties Pat likes me to wear, and slipped it inside of me. Its vibrations almost immediately began to excite me. I told you how much I really like practically anything to do with sex. I needed it to relax. Using the panties to hold it in place, I rubbed my clit until I began to moan. Forcing myself to stop I lowered my dress and touched up my hair and walked out of the bathroom. The sexual buzz was just what the doctor ordered to calm my nerves. I latched onto Pat’s arm as a small orgasm made me squirm.

He made some crude comment about my butt to the other men, and remembering my role I giggled and hugged his arm. I stayed with him for the next twenty minutes and discovered that I had really underestimated my ability to resist my little vibrating friend. Pat lead me into a huge room. We ended up standing next to a large table set up with several chairs. Concentrating on not moaning I was struggling to hold back a climax when the people Pat intended to kill or deal with showed up.

Trying to distract myself as well as to see their faces, I watched as a tall strong looking woman stepped into the light. She was not beautiful but her presence dominated the room. It barely registered that she had a completely naked woman following her like a dog on a leash. The second thing that struck me was that the other with her all wore uniforms similar to but not quite identical to Star Trek. I could hear Pat, Mr Henrica, and their men snicker about the uniforms until she began to approach them. I think that even they could somehow sense that she was powerful, far more powerful than any woman they had ever dealt with. She seemed to get larger and larger as she walked up to us.

From the corner of my eyes I noticed that her men and women moved with a professional discipline that spoke volumes about their training. "These are not ordinary criminals," I thought "They moved like some of the elite military special force units." My father had a lot of friends in several branches of the military and I’d been around a lot of Green Berets, Navy Seals and other commando types who were so secret that they didn’t even have names for them. The people here in this room had "the look." It’s hard to describe, but once you’re used to seeing it in such people, you know that only people who have had highly-specialized training have it. It’s like a deadly confidence, but more than that, it’s in the way they move, the way they address each other, and the way that their eyes move to take in every detail around them.

The tall woman spoke and the sound of her voice as she greeted Henrica sent chills up and down my spine. So rich, so deep for a woman, and so very controlled. Her voice had as much presence as did her imposing size, topped by that deep red hair. Her voice had distracted me from my concentration for a moment, and I inadvertently drew her attention as my orgasm caused a small gasp to escape my lips. She quirked an eye brow at me and gave a small smile that did not touch her eyes to the men. She introduced herself as Sh’Lyra and proceeded to name off Pat Monice and Mr. Henrica and the other two men standing by his side as if she knew them. That seemed to shake the men up. One of the men, a Mr Hillcrest, demanded to know how she knew so much about them.

She arched a red eyebrow and stared at the man as if he were stupid. I was surprised when she answered. I could somehow sense that she was in a rare good mood. She jingled the leash indicating the naked woman and said that she had her clever little computer nerd slave from Colorado dug into the FBI files on them. I was fascinated with the naked woman now kneeling very submissively at her feet. She was blushing very prettily at Sh’Lyra’s praises of her abilities.

I missed most of what she said then, but my ears perked up when she stated that her organization had taken over the majority of the drug trade in Columbia and its neighboring countries. And now she was a major share holder in the families in Atlantic, New Orleans, San Francisco, Dallas, and now Chicago. In a voice that screamed controlled power with a capital ‘P’ she said "I want 51% of the control and 20% of the profits of your operations."

Mr Henrica laughed out loud and my boss swore and said, "Kiss my ass and die you stupid cunt," or words to that effect. I was watching her face when Pat said that and all she did was smile like a hunting cat. She blurred, a wind slapped me in my face and a faction of a second later the sound of thunder rolled over me. I gasped as Sh’Lyra showed something to Pat and Mr Henrica. Mr Henrica went white and Pat started to swear that she had caught a bullet. Her armed blurred again and I heard a thud of a bullet going though wood. The realization of what she had just done washed over me. She was the mark and the mighty Hunter had struck and she had just caught his bullet. As she rapped out orders I looked at her with open admiration and felt myself shudder with another orgasm. I found myself unable to stop my left hand from cupping my breast as my other hand slide down my body and press my loins. I could feel my toy within me vibrating, sending waves of pleasure rushing though my body, tearing any intelligent thoughts that I could form completely apart. I moaned again as a climax stole my breath, blushing as the slave girl looked at me with lust and envy in her eyes.

***

She took a sip from my glass, then thoughtfully held the straw up to my lips so I could sip. "I know that being undercover is not always very glamorous work, but John has since told me that I have easily done the work of any three agents."

"For a normal, non-supertype, you are very brave."

Slightly miffed she snapped "Hey Blondie, its my world too you know." Looking contrite she added "I’m sorry, but what you said came across as just a little condescending. Besides if you think I’m brave just wait until you meet Nancy."

We were silent together for about ten minutes. She was obviously sensitive about her work and I wondered if she might not harbor some resentment for superhumans. To be honest I had pretty much the same feeling back when I was normal. Most people, including myself once, thought that everything was easy, that there are no complications for someone invulnerable. I found out the hard way that living was even more complex as a super than as a normal. There didn’t seem to be much point in trying to convince her that I had just given her a high compliment, or telling her that deep down I wondered that without my invulnerability if I could show the same kind of bravery she did. It was academic, after all, and might sound patronizing. So, I kept silent, thinking that she was having a similar internal dialog.

The door opened up and a normal looking woman walked in. I don’t know way but I got the distinct impression of power from her. She looked a lot more fit than how I pictured her.

"Hi, I’m Nancy," she walked up to me, bent down, and actually shook my manacled hand. "Well lets get to it shall we? I’ll pick up at when I got into the alley way with the idiot."

NANCY WELLER

I have been an FBI agent for 13 years and I have never been so mad at a fellow cop as I was with Fred the Dickless Wonder from the ATF. Fred is a big man, blonde, blue eyed and very muscular ... and not bad looking. However he was proving to a real asshole so far. Twice now as we were working down the street, disguised as homeless people, he deliberately goosed me and felt me up, chuckling and no doubt thinking he was being slick, knowing I would not break cover. I promised myself that I would kick him in the balls as soon as I could.

When we got up to the alley way it was choked with a huge pile of debris that I knew had not been there when I checked it out earlier. The pile was a good eight feet high. I climbed over it with Asshole right behind me, his big fat hand fondling my ass several times while we climbed over. As soon as I got to the other side I saw it was devoid of life, hopped down and spun around to watch the ape leap down off the pile. Seeing my chance I planted my size seven boots square in his groin. He made this funny gurgling sound and fell like a tree. "The next time you feel me up, you prick, I swear it will be the last time you have that urge ever again."

It took ten minutes until he could stand up while I reported in. Staring into a dark and hopefully empty alley, I reported that it would take a while to get to the spot Wilson was last report in. Thinking the asshole would need to walk very slowly, I explain to the boss about the hip high trash everywhere. The apes eye’s showed that he now disliked me, but I could tell he was grateful for my delaying tactics.

Moving as fast as he could limp along, we moved down the alleyway. Halfway down, we ran into some more crates and trash littering the alley way. Just past that pile in the trash we discovered Wilson’s body.

Right after I keyed open my radio and reported in, we were jumped by some very quick and strong people. We both went down, overpowered, as four people tied our hands behind our backs. Fred and I were asked why we killed Wilson. After I replied we didn’t they chatted in some foreign language and Spanish. Before I could open my mouth to clue my boss into what was happening one said something. One goon held my neck in a powerful grip. Obviously threatening to break my neck if I moved. Getting the message loud and clear I held very still while another goon patted my chest down and found the Secret Service radio. They seemed amazed at the size of it. Well, to be honest, I was just as amazed as them when I had seen it earlier that day. Fred, the Asshole began to babble, pleading with our captors not to kill him. I almost felt sorry for him, it must be tough to go though life being so big and at the same time being so weak.

Then I almost smiled as one of them backhanded him, knocking him unconscious. A tall dark hair woman came out of the darkness and with a strength I could not fight a woman came out of the dark and held my tied hands up behind my back. The bitch lifted my hands up forcing me to bend over until I could only stare at the ground, my face framed by my hair. I watched in amazement as she picked up Fred like he was a doll and slung him under one arm. She told the others to continue searching and then she marched me, still bent over, up the alley way to a warehouse door. Held as I was I could only catch a glimpse or two or Fred, but he appeared to be out cold. Once inside the warehouse, I was taken into a large well lite room. In front of the room along one wall were a row of men, naked, tied up, gagged, and guarded by a single, very large man. I was herded though a doorway into another room where a steely eyed man, about 45 years old, was seated at a desk.

He was the only one in the room and behind him were several pieces of electronic equipment including three laptops. I only had time for a glimpse at his face before I hissed in pain as my shoulders were stretched backwards. I ignored my pain and watched his face. He was a handsome man in a very rugged way, and had an air of authority about him. He was wearing a Star Trek uniform and was wearing something bulky underneath his shirt.

The big woman dropped Fred like a bag of cement and stepped forward. The way she reported to him reminded me of my marine corp days.

"Sergeant, here are two more prisoners. They look like cops to me. I claim this slut as my prize." She jostled my arms higher and I barely contained a hiss of pain. That bitch was strong! Another inch and she would have pulled them out of their socket, and from the way she handled Fred I knew she could do it easily.

Calmly as if he were discussing the weather he addressed my captor. "Why haven’t you stripped searched them Alixa?"

"I assumed that you would want to question them right away." She almost sounded like she was miffed that he would dare question her actions. I could hear the underlying contempt in her voice.

His voice sounded like steel covered in velvet as he replied "Well you thought wrong. Even you, a Prime, has to learn to take orders. That’s why you were assigned to me. So please search them like..."

"Like hell assholes. Freeze and no one gets hurt." I was as surprised as they were when Fred suddenly stood up and ordered them to put their hands up over their heads. He held his backup gun in his hand. "This is a 357 magum with teflon-coated bullets. These babies will cut right though any body armor you have on so don’t get any cute ideas. Now move over there, face against the wall, hands up high and feet spread far apart."

The woman released her hold on my hands and spun around to face Fred. I gasped in relief and fell to my knees. The man complied with Fred’s orders while calmly stating "That’s why I ordered them to be stripped search Alixa. This is your problem. Deal with it."

Wondering just how she was to deal with an armed man I grunted as I slipped my handcuffed hands over my bottom. Pulling my legs up though my arms, I now had my arms in front of me, but my wrists were still tied. I watched amazed, as Alixa sneered at Fred and ordered, "Put the weapon down little man, before I kill you!"

Fred, predictably, didn’t take her bold statement very well. Moving fast for a big man, proving that not all big men were slow, he took one step forwards and slammed his huge fist into her face. I was very impressed at his speed and obvious power. The sound of breaking bones echoed in my ears as I expected her to fall unconscious to the floor. I was shocked as he clutched his hand and cursed in pain, while she smiling, completely unfazed by his blow, remained on her feet.

I have to hand it to Fred though. He kept his cool and shot her in the stomach, at almost point blank range. As quick as a snake, yet with an almost bored expression on her face, she reached out, grabbed his gun hand, and then squeezed hard. Again the sound of bones breaking echoed in the room while I dove forwards to catch his gun as it fell to the floor.

I caught the gun and rolled away from her, but moving faster than I could she managed to place a foot against my butt and shoved me hard. I barely had a chance to cover my head I before hitting the wall. Dazed and hurt I struggled to get up, I could hear the sounds of Fred’s arms breaking. The steeled eyes man within the room ordered "Don’t kill him yet, that’s an order!" Then, in a calmer voice "He’s no threat now, go get your prize."

As my vision cleared all I could say was "Shit." She had pushed me clear though the goddamn wall and I hurt all over. It took me a moment to realize that I had just missed hitting the studs within the wall, otherwise I would be broken up inside. I looked around. Laying next to me was a circular saw, still plugged in. Groaning loudly for effect, I looked up though my bangs to watch her legs approaching the hole I had just made. She stepped up to the wall and slammed her hands though the sheetrock. Placing her hands on the studs on either side of her she spread her arms apart breaking the studs, yet she looked like was parting curtains as she made a hole large enough to walk through.

"Crap She’s one of those alien supergirls." Her actions and her arrogance gave me enough time to grab the skill saw with my right hand as I stood up. I viciously slammed the saw against her left breast, right over her nipple as I pulled it’s trigger. Her eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opened to curse me, as sparks shot in all directions from her nipple. My own eyes widen in surprise as the saw failed to cut her soft breast at all, even though her shirt shredded in a fraction of a second. What I didn’t know at the time was the saw had a diamond-encrusted concrete cutting blade. Alixa in all of her young life had never had her breast or her nipple treated in such a stimulating manner before.

I realized with a sinking feeling that the saw would not be enough to stop her, so it came as no surprise when she grabbed it with her left hand and threw it away from her. While she did that I used that brief instant to shove the barrel of Fred’s gun into her open mouth and pulling the trigger as fast as I could. Her eyes bugged out and rolled up in her head as she fell to the ground. Without checking her condition I turned and ran, my heart pounding in my chest, thoughts running wild in my head "Shit, Shit, Shit, she wasn’t even bleeding! Is she even dead. God I hope so, becuase if not I am!"

Running blindly around a corner I ran smack into the a very tall red headed woman with the hardest stomach, I had ever felt. It felt like I had just ran into a semi-truck. The impact knocked the breath out of me and I fell on my butt onto the dirty warehouse floor. She on the other hand appeared to be completely unfazed, not even surprised. With shaky hands I brought the gun up to cover her. Looking behind her I could see almost a dozen people behind her including a completely naked woman on a leash. She smiled at me, oddly like a mother would to a small child of whom she was proud of. In a voice that hinted of power she said bluntly, "You have the unique chance to decide if you live or die little warrior. Either way, you have earned my respect."

I wondered "How many bullets did I have left." I was still groggy from being thrown through a wall and then running into this iron woman. Quickly counting the shots in my head I groaned in disgust. With a sinking feeling I realized I had at best only one bullet left, possibly none left, and with my luck she was one of those supertough alien’s too. Reversing the gun in my hand I held its butt out to her as an act of surrender. I found myself watching her hand, she had long slender fingers, yet her hand and wrist looked strong.

Taking the gun she smiled and said "Congratulations, you are the first Terran I know to take out a Arion Prime in battle. My I have the honor of knowing your name little warrior?"

"Nancy Weller, FBI"

"Well Nancy Weller FBI you are now our prisoner. Be smart and survive. Captain lazur take care of her, Oh have a medic look at Alixa, she appears to be is some distress. I want to be able to talk to both of them later on."

Behind her I could see a tall good looking older man nod his head at her instructions. He used some device I could not clearly see and said something in a language that sounded something like French. I briefly wondered if the meds would be able to save the bitch whose head I had tried to remove. As she step around me she continued to address the other while the older man signaled two tough looking women to get me. As I was hauled to my feet the tall red head said "Learn from this people, she is exactly why we cannot afford to underestimate the Terrans, and why I admire them. No single Beta in all of history has ever managed to beat a prime in single battle!"

The two tough looking amazons grabbed me and marched me back to the Sergeant. I was mildly shocked when they then rather politely strip- searched me. I was left naked while they briefly questioned me. Hands once more tied behind my back I was brought into the main section of the warehouse to watch the confrontation between Henrica and the tall red-headed woman.

***

"That where I am supposed to end my part of the story, off but I’ll add that I am no longer a prisoner." Hesitating a moment, she finally smiled at me and nodded her head "Bye." She waved at me as she left the room.

"Jenny, is the Prime still alive? I can’t imagine any bullet killing a Prime."

Jenny grinned from ear to ear and said "Just you wait, it gets more interesting as it goes. Next is the blushing security woman you have met already."

"I don’t suppose we have another hour of free time do we?" I smiled hopefully, very aroused by the gold.

Her eyebrows furrowed apologetically. "Sorry sugar, no." Then her expression changed as she raised one eyebrow impishly. "But we do have time for a deep kiss."

One very long kiss later the door opened and in walked the security officer. I gave her a warm smile thinking "She must think that we spend all of our time kissing."

She blushed and started without a pause, "My name is Elen-at. Some members of my squad had captured Nancy and another just twenty minutes earlier. After reporting to me that Alixa had taken them to the warehouse I resumed watching the FBI and ATF command post. We were jamming almost all of the radio signals within several dozen blocks radius from the warehouse. I was enjoying the night.

WEAPONS OFFICER LT ELEN-AT

It was nice on the rooftops. The breeze felt good on my skin. As I opened the neck of my uniform just a little to expose more skin to the breeze I heard one of the beta’s whispering to one of the new human recruits about how Primes don’t feel hot or cold like normals. I had to smiled to myself in the darkness. Even my own people knew so little about what Primes and what we really felt. Shaking my head I realized that I many times had experienced the same problem in dealing with normals, not really knowing what their limits were.

As I watched the officers of the FBI and ATF agencies down in the street below, I mentally reviewed all of my briefings on them. I didn’t think that they would be a problem. After all they were outclassed, outgunned, and didn’t have a clue to what was really happening. But I also didn’t want to screw up my first planetside Security Chief mission. I had been surprised that Captain Lazur had promoted me over two others, both very good people.

After the initial excitement of coordinating the search and securing of the area, including finding those humans hiding in the crates, the night began to grow rather boring. I felt rather proud in the fact that Katri, my friend and favorite technician, had discovered the hidden surveillance system. I smiled as I watched Katri now dressed as a ATF agent walk calmly up to the terrans command post and accepted a cup of some dark liquid from one of the terrans. "I hope she doesn’t get herself hurt" I mused to myself, "I do wish that I understood my own feeling towards her. Ever since the space battle, when she laid between my legs trying to fix the damaged weapon’s control panel I have felt very fond of her. I wish Sh’Lyra would get here so we could get on with this."

We had plans on how to take out the police without a fight. But like all combat situations, I knew that plans don’t generally survive the first contact with an enemy. I had just reported in my observations to Lt. Hadee, in charge of internal security, when the sounds of gunfire reached my ears. Over the radio, I could hear the sound of orders and questions going back and forth. I remember thinking that I was sure glad that I was not in charge back there. Much to my surprise the FBI and the ATF teams seemed to have noticed the gunfire. I did not think human ears were that sensitive, I made a mental note to remember that. They’re command center began to buzz with activity.

This much, at least, had been a contingency in our plans. I decided to start the attack before they could attack the warehouse. The idea was to not kill them so much as stun them. We had weapons capable of killing all of them in a single squeeze of the trigger, but we choose not to use those weapons. Their use would of course leave telltale energy traces that the Arion empire could pick up. Plus, these people had both information we would need and a well established network that could prove very useful to our cause. And, as Captain Lazur said early on in our briefing, we wanted no blood feuds. So we decided that we were going to use lots of small arms, what you call guns, for effect. But, we never got the chance to. One of my people was very green, this was his first combat experience. Before I gave the command to fire he fired off one of our electric charge guns at the street, he was aiming for the street as per my instructions. He was to hit nothing but the road. It sort of discharges an electrical charge equivalent to a lighting bolt and should have just left a crater about six feet deep and scattered dust and small debris everywhere. But instead he aimed at and hit a metal circle in the street. The street exploded, startling everybody. We found out later that underneath the metal lid was what something called utility box with a gas main inside. We had no idea what a gas main was or for that matter why your people would want to pipe explosive vapors under your streets.

In any case it made for a very short but extremely spectacular battle. As the conduit exploded, it took out several of the adjoining streets, started several fires within nearby dwellings and blew up the Terran agents’ primitive communication vehicle, and several other vehicles that were nearby as well.

We withdrew immediately, I ordered six people to find Katri and if possible to capture a small number of ATF and FBI agents, if any had survived the explosions that is. I figured we could later interrogate them for information regarding the various criminal groups we were interested in. Then, after getting the information we wanted, their memories would be wiped clean and they would be released. As we moved back a number of us were ambushed by the gang we were currently trying to take over.

As much as it pains me to admit it, even with all my enhanced senses we were completely surprised when several rapid fire weapons opened up. I could only watch as two of my best people, both beta’s, died immediately, their body armor somehow failing to stop the bullets. "HIT THE DECK! Sergeant lay down some cover fire!" I yelled as I stepped in front of one Beta. I was staggered myself as several dozen bullets hit me in the stomach and chest, shredding my uniform to rags. I have been hit by bullets before, in the previous gang takeovers, but these bullets had a very painful sting. I almost doubled over in pain, bullets bouncing off my tough skin, before I could control myself and stand back up. I had to fight to control my tears, it hurt so much. None of us had been prepared for Terran weapons of this type.

Shielding my eyes with my hands I turned and quickly began to heap up debris in the alleyway to provide some additional cover for my people. The sergeant had managed to get three of my people to return fire, but the assault on our party was too sudden and the rest were too badly wounded. The number of bullets hitting my backside seemed to have doubled. I tried to stop Glanet, my only marine combat trained Prime with me, from jumping over the Beta’s and me. He ignored my sergeant’s and my commands and charged. He had been bringing up the rear and so he had to bull his way up to the front. As a Weapons Officer I get paid to use my head, but Glanet, well lets just say he was not the brightest individual I have ever met. All of his training and in truth his only ability was to use brute force in combat, leaving the thinking to others.

Despite Sh’Lyra’s directives not to underestimate the Earthlings, we, in our Arion pride, had begun to believe that the Terrans could not possibly posed a threat to us. After all we had already taken over six heavily-armed gangs and many of us had been shot before by hand guns and were not impressed. The body armor our Beta members wore were more than strong enough to stop bullet. We all expected a slight sting from the larger caliber weapons, but nothing more. But these guns hurt us badly, each bullet actually leaving a small welt on my skin. We had no time to analyze why.

Glanet leaped over me and stopped in midair as if an invisible fist had slammed into him. He fell at my feet bleeding, bleeding from his eyes, nose and mouth. His head and face covered in angry red dots as if he had been hit by hundreds of hard hitting bullets. As I bent over to pick him up the enemy concentrated their fire on my ass. The impact were so many and so powerful that they suceeded in knocking me off my feet and onto my hands and knees. My cloths were shredded, I was all but naked now. I screamed in pain as bullets hit my groin, several slamming their way deep inside of my vagina, not stopping until they hit my cervix. In great pain, somewhat dazed from all the blows, I managed to sling Glanet over my shoulder and stand up. Instinctively protecting my sex with my free hand. One bullet slammed into my ear and lodged there. The impact made me dizzy. Even partially protected by Glanet I was still being hit hard. I remember being impressed with the accuracy of their markmanship.

With my back to the enemy I watched as my sergeant leaped in front me, using me as her shield. My sergeant was considered to be a very strong beta. She grasped my breast in one strong hand, while she slammed a needle rifle over my shoulder. Guiding me, actually pushing me backwards by my breast she used me and Ganet like a large shield. Her own gun shooting hundreds of rounds back at our foes. I could hear them scream in pain as her fire cut them down.

It only took a minute to recover my equilibrium, by then it was all over. Two of my squad mercy killed all but two if the gang. Tieing the two survivors up they stood guard while my sergeant, grinning like a fool, and using needle nose pliers removed the bullet lodged deep in my ear. My remaining healthy man helped the walking wounded patch up the more seriously injured ones.

Smiling at me she gently brushed my cheek whispering "Lieutenant, you are too young to die. When are you going to learn, you are not a Protector. You are far to smart to behave like him," she said as she nodded at glanet’s body. Besides we did not carry any spare uniforms," she added with a smile as she boldly looked up and down at my nearly naked body. I blushed, realizing that the remaining tatters of my uniform could not adequately cover one foot let alone my body.

Blushing, and a little embarrassed by the feeling of arousal that her touch and her look were generating within me, coupled with the all-too-glaring fact that I had been ambushed like a recruit, I said rather roughly "Good work in taking them out. Now find out just what the heck they hit us with."

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Nodding her head she quickly rounded up several earth guns and brought the two gang survivors over to me. Standing gingerly up, still quite sore, I stood up, walked over to the cleanest dead terran I could find. He had died from a head wound and most of the blood on him was on the collar of his shirt. His flack vest was almost clean. He was a big man, his vest fit me like a armored mini-dress. After putting on the flax vest I turned to face one of the ambushers. He spat at me, hitting me on my neck with his spittle, he stared his defiance at me. As his spit ran down my chest I fought the impulse to hurt him and lost. Making sure his comrade was watching I reached out, grabbed his shoulders, and squeezed until his bones shattered like sticks.

He screamed in pain and fainted. Smiling like a crazed bitch I grabbed the other by his shoulders. "Tell me what I want to know and you will live with both of your arms."

I was surprised and disgusted as he lost control of his bladder. He babbled something about latest in military weapons with special hotloads and teflon coated steel bullets. My sergeant nor I really knew what he was talking about at the time. I found out later that the bullets were designed to penetrate heavy armor. The gang had stolen some guns and ammo going to some military outfit, Black Ops or something like that. One of the gang member had the bright idea of having a trusted weapons smith replace the original gunpowder in the ammo with the latest high power stuff, in effect supercharging the bullet. My small arms weapon expert later told me that the gang didn’t know it but they were burning their own guns up. Their fire could have lasted only a few minutes more before all their guns were rendered useless.

A few minutes later the rest of my crew caught up, with several unconscious police agents slung over their shoulders. I ordered three of them to get transportation over here ASAP, load the wounded and captives and get them the transport. Leaving three others back as guards for the wounded that left me with just six others plus the sergeant. We headed out to take care of the rest of the mob forces surrounding the primary warehouse.

*****

During the entire story Jenny was feeding tiny bits of fruit and giving me sips of a strange tasting drink. I was beginning to feel a little drowsy went suddenly her story telling was interrupted. A sharp insistent voice that carried though the door. "That's all today Captain, I insist. She is still my patient, she still needs some nourishment and a few hours of sleep. She is not yet fully healed yet from that nuclear blast she was in. frankly I am amazed she even survived. If you push her before her skin is fully healed she will not look like a very attractive gift to Sh’Lyra."

Lt Elan-et stood up, "Well I guess my time is up. After you rest I will tell you about the battle inside of the warehouse and something about Sh’lyra. So I’ll leave you in Jennies hands and Captain Lazur will arrive when duties permit." Lt Elen-at got up and hurried to the door.

My voice cracked as I asked almost babbled, my guts twisting as my brain processed what my guts were screaming. "Waa, wait. err, what is going on? What is this about me being a Gift!" My voice raising in volume, as I got slowly mad and truth be told maybe a little afraid.

Turning my head towards Jenny I asked again, "What did they mean GIFT!"

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