บท 18: 18. Time after Time.
I woke myself up and remembered the whole fucking thing; my poor pussy was sore, and I took a shower. I thought in my mind that this pack had changed a little. Fucking took those with it. It had been rough going, though, and I knew I wasn't addicted to Damon's pheromone yet, and I would not be. I was not that weak, not at all.
I kept myself in check; I knew that a lot of information was copied or removed, tried to remove it from my mind, but I had gotten pretty darn good at backing up my information over the years, so it was not so easy to get out of my mind. And since those two did not know my exact powers or my abilities it would take some time to get them even thinking of doing something about that information and if they saw that my having that knowledge was not all bad, maybe they could relax and let it be in my mind.
The shower was lovely, and I was enjoying myself the whole time. My hair was still blonde and short, and I knew I'd probably be on my own for a while now. Hot water cascaded over my still sore and stiff body. I had an experience of genuine pleasure for the first time in over seven years and my physique was so not yet up to it wholly.
I sighed as I got myself fully clean and the shower had been what I needed. I was reeling everything in my mind, trying to see what pack wanted from me. My powers had woken up their sex life, and I had so much to do, no time to just fuck around.
When it came to what I was going to do next, I had not yet decided. I was in more shape than I had been in seven years. Girls were in their homes to be raised and cared for. Not going to missions. I didn't say that, not even at first. I was not sure what I wanted to do, and I started to feel my body becoming more alive, as my shower woke me properly.
After showering, I picked out my clothes, a pink tee shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. And entered the kitchen. My fridge had been updated and there were all these shelves for everyone. There was another shelf made for me in the fridge, and I took one portion from there. It was huge, but I knew my stomach had been stretched, so I thought I might as well go for it. I heated my food and went to eat. The dining table was smaller, and I knew there was no room for me, so I took my food into the living room and ate there.
I had learned to eat where and when I ate. I had not one place to eat. I checked my phone. I had been in the pack for two weeks now. Then I picked up my laptop and started watching work on it while I ate. I had gotten some paperwork done as well. I was still the leader of this organization; I was a doctor in my clinics, i had my work cut out for me. I put in my opinion on a couple of gigs, and then I saw I had another release gig, just come in. We had a deal that if I didn't get the release, no one would go, but it would be blown up so efficiently, so badly, that no one would survive. We had done that, too.
So time to get back to work and it would not be a problem as I could sense a very lustful atmosphere in the house, so fucking was in the air and lots of it, no one might not even notice if I am doing my job. Like I said, I was changed and not so tame that one fucking and that was it, that I would be a good little house cat and not doing anything. I was now in good shape, ready to go the work, doing my job and it was just one thing that pack had to learn.
I stretched and took the dishes away. I was getting ready for this. I turned around, and Charles and Adam were there. Charles came up to me and kissed me as hard as he could, so longingly. I kissed him back. He wanted to do so much more, but he was a little hesitant and he looked deeply into my eyes. I could smell his apple. He had gone into the shower. His hands gripped me with almost desperation, like he would not believe that I was standing before him.
Charles said, "Never, you heard me, never again. No one ever makes that mistake with us." His voice trembled slightly.
I laughed, and suddenly, Adam did the same, kissing and swearing. Both of them were so wonderful and I could feel their love enveloped me fully. They touched me. Wanted to be around me. Feeling this kind of love was wonderful. It was scary, but I could feel it healing me, my soul.
Adam squeezed me hard against him. He wanted to keep me in his arms, almost nest to me.
I kissed him back and said, "I've got to go to a gig, one of those gigs-"
I looked at Adam, and he understood. He said, " Honey, we'll go with you and won't listen to any arguments. We can be part of the fleas as well.The gigs are a change of pace, and we don't want you to be alone, especially not in those jobs. We will help."
Charles looked at Adam, who told him what it was all about and Charles came to me and said, "No arguments honey, now we can do gigs, but as a team, no more you alone against the world. We got you. No need for you to break your heart alone. I can do it very well and with no problem."
I nodded. There was no room for arguments. I was ready. I had my gear in base, no need for me to put anything else on now. I grabbed my car keys, and we went into the garage. I had my latest model Tesla SUV keys in my hand; it was bright green. I had put myself into mission mode already.
Charles came over, took the keys from my hand, and said, " Tell me where we're going."
He came right at me, almost overcrowding me, telling me this, not asking. His dominance, his power rolled over me.
Fine. I got in the back seat and gave the directions. They both were charged up, and this was easier this way. I had no idea how good they had gotten with their dental substances, as my road rage had not subsided at all, so I did not want to take a chance and get myself velveted. Emotions did affect dentals, and these two were protecting me. No need to put me to sleep. I could see how Charles enjoyed driving that car. This was all electrical, so this was a quiet, strong, mission vehicle.
In a dimly lit bedroom where sex was stinking in the air, two people were lying sweaty in that enormous bed.They were enjoying the connection between them.
" Darling, Mimi went to the gig, and Adam and Charles went with her. A liberation gig or more." Damon said after he'd fucked Mariella to pieces once again.
He had only been with Mimi for three hours, then had attacked Mariella, and they had found sex, each other. It had been at least 15 hours since Mimi had slept about 12 hours and then got up. He had teleported her to another bedroom to sleep.
Mariella stroked Damon's chest. She used her nails to make Damon hiss with pleasure. Her vampire side was weak, no poison nails or anything like that.
She said lazily."What do you, my love, want to do about it? Mimi is not so easy to tame. She has her own life, her calling almost, especially as we are wild. She is not yet in control. Not in anywhere near. I got you. You are a magnificent creature, and this has been very fun. We have time. We are immortals."
Damon grunted impatiently. Again, this bloody thing was going to start with him making a plan, and then it wouldn't work. He wanted to continue, but then again, the little grip that he had gotten over her, threaten to grumble. He had gotten little information out of her mind. And there was still a lot to do. Not all powers were taken. She was so incredibly powerful that he needed to settle those powers down before taking a new batch, and since she was still so damn independent, this was difficult. He was as impatient as ever.
He could go on with Mariella and take things easily. Maybe it would be the answer, but then again, now as Mimi was in better shape, and they were fucking, she would be working. But then again, she was the leader. It was who she had been most of her supernatural life.
Damon thought for a moment, that he was the pack leader, so he had gotten quite good at solving problems. But pack problems weren't so complex usually. Maybe this could be a challenge. He usually had a few questions that needed to be answered and those helped anyone to find the right answer.
He said, " Does anyone know in fleas what Mimi is up against? Has she said how specific? What do you say we go to another gig? You get to see the flea again."
Mariella thought for a moment. She looked at Damon and said, " We can go, or we can keep going. This is wonderful."
She tested Damon. Damon stood up and said, " Come on, let's shower. We'll find our way, and I've already told the boys we're coming; they won't tell Mimi. They have their orders. If Miss wants to do missions fine, the pack does them with her, besides, I will get a better overall picture of the whole operation and see if we can miss out there painlessly as pack life and breeding aren't fantastic things to do for rebel leader. Or at least take a good leave and if we can get others, take the rein, so she does not need to. Or then I shall be the leader with her. Like it was once been her dream. To lead fleas with me, so it would have been our project."
Mariella was proud of Damon. He had grown up. They had a passionate shower, and Damon told her how he would be with Mimi at every gig and how he would tell Alaric and everyone about these liberation gigs. Damon was slightly irritated, but then again, this could be a whole new thing for them all. To be part of fleas and it could be even a pack organization, not anymore Mimi's.
It could be a very new thing for them and it would be a fun thing to see how Damon would take over, or at least share leadership with miss manager. not letting her decide everything just by herself. Starting from this day. To show her what it will be, to share. Mimi was brilliant in so many fields. She had long hard experience, expertise on so many things, but Damon was telepath and it would be easy for him to pluck information from her mind.
Mariella thought to herself about all the things that she could do there too, how she could bring witches from the magic house there to help, and now Mimi would have to show those plagues to everyone. They could visit there as a pack and maybe each of them would have to carve a name at some point in there. She could once again, get to know everyone, and most of all, Damon would be there to keep everything in order. There would probably be some competent people there, too. Even Alaric himself knew his stuff. Damon chose her clothes and put her hair on a hairdo, too.
We drove to the base, and I went in. This was one of our mid-sized bases, but there was a lot of happening here. And I was very needed. Alaric wasn't here, but Penn's son Joseph was. He was a good man, and Penn had died a few years ago. I had gone to Penn's funeral, and they had been the first ones where someone dear to me had a long life and died of old age. His sister had inherited their farm, and Joseph was following in his father's footsteps into the Flea business. He was too real a rage whisperer, just like Penn had been. I introduced Adam and Charles, well these two fit right in with this sort of crowd.
I glanced around. People had noticed me come in, and from what I could see, they had problems to be solved. Fine. time to be leader and help out as much I could. What I knew from experience this could take a while.
Many people came to me, asking this and that and I could see from the expression of these two that they wanted to take part, but there was a lot of work to be done, too. I answered where I could and the boys were listening very carefully. It would take time for them to get into the swing, so to speak, as we had a little bit differently done things this time. We had our protocols and whatnot done differently this time.
Charles had rarely been base same time as I had been in there and he was now different, harder somehow, so he had his dominance more on and he wanted to try to take over but there was too much that he had no idea. Magnum and Dexter were on base, too. They came at me. Both of them had a bunch of questions and plans to show to me. Being a leader is hard work.
Magnum had been making these fleas with me, both of them had been, but there were still things for me to decide and help. I noticed Magnum looking at me very carefully; he was watching where I was with my rage. Did I need unloading soon?
At last, I had answered all the most critical questions. Adam and Charles had wandered off to talk to people and still, there was always someone who needed me. So I went to investigate the job, look at the floor plans, and everything. i had no idea how long it took me to get free that I could see my mercy mission. I finally got to see this liberation mission's papers. What to expect. This would be a hot gig, so I mean, there would probably be a bunch of people there.
Magnum had been on the lead of this gig and he and Dexter had their sights on a few bigger bases where naughty Sarks were working, too. They had gotten everyone out, but there had been heavy fire almost all the time, and as they had left; they saw that more backup had come in, so they had not had time to explode as no one had time to set up charges, otherwise Magnum would have blown it up.
This other job was rescue and destruction as it was partially an investigative facility, so it was not good to have existed. It would not be fast or easy, but we had quite a lot of people here to do that job. It was a priority job, so it took over.
I had given them the go-ahead on that gig, too. They went to one of the tables. There were about 15 men more to come and plan those sark facilities. Even though they had gotten the live ones out and the ones they could rescue, some of them went straight to the hospital, so there would probably be a reception committee there. But that's okay.
I had been led to one table where were blueprints of the Krycheck torture facility, there were about 60 victims seen dead and estimated that there were a few hundred still inside, this was quite a new facility, about half a year so there was hope that we could save these, as, after Krycheck, there was so damn little that one could do. I did not hope too much, but it was not a lost cause yet. Six months is a long time for krycheck to torture someone, but if the facility had not gotten victims from the start meant that the victim had suffered less but still.
Then Johnny, he was Brutus's nephew, came through the other door and said, "Good, fleaboss, you're here. Here's another one of those gigs for you."
I went over to Johnny's to see. Johnny was black, tall, and muscular, but he was freakin genius really, with several titles and diplomas, but he wanted to waste his talents on my little rebel organization, well he was a good man.
These gigs that he had shown me were places where you'd see the Sarks, and these gigs were shed demolitions because the Sarks knew about Damien's sheds. I'd been destroying these whenever I had the chance, and I'd been a guest myself in too many places. It had been a source for my rages to smell my blood, even old there, find those damn dictations, see tapes. I didn't tell anybody what these places were or what was in them.
For them, they were little old warehouses where Sarks had been storing things for decades and there could be traps for humans but not for me as my senses would alert me, so I did these all by myself. I had taught them to look for these and they had been so many of them. Even Damon had in time destroyed a lot, fleas and good Sarks had gone after them too, despite that, there were of them. And most of them were places where I had been.
Again, these were things I did alone, with nobody else. I might let Murdock watch outside, but I didn't tell him either. I went to investigate the information and quickly saw that, yep, here's the shed. Murdock had been my backup for most of the gigs, as I had become very efficient in putting Magnum and Dexter to other gigs. Wulfe too.
He would have probably done something quite drastic if he had found out about them. They had been my family, those five, and I protected them too. Wulfe was most protective of me. He had almost suggested a few times he could keep me in his arms to make me sleep, but then not. He knew a lot about what Damien had done and knew about my past, and my traumas, and he would go ballistic about these places. I had told him. For some reason, he had been the one I had opened most up. Maybe because he was so old, seen a lot, done lot of shit to himself. He could sense energies as well. There was little that Wulfe would not do for me. Really.
I never knew whether I had been there or not. But Adam and Charles, I didn't want them to see this and not know this, but I also saw a rush job I could direct them to. This Krycheck facility would be just perfect for them. I'd see if I could get them on that gig straight away, so they didn't come to that liberation gig. I was protecting them already. No need for them to lose part of themselves.
I went to Charles and Adam, who looked at the satellite pictures. They were talking to many guys. Try to get a picture of what was going on. Charles had his charge on and I had heard him starting to take over, order already my guys around. Adam was more or less in interrogation mode, asking very specific questions.
I said to them, "Boys, come over here. We've got a busy gig. Do you want to do it? We have one krycheck facility and there are expected to be a few hundred victims to be saved. It is rarely new, so there is hope, there have been casualties, but as it has been less than seven months, operational krycheck has not gotten too much damage done."
Adam raised his head and said, " First, that job, then we can look at the rush job. But let's see what the gig is."
Charles looked at me all too sharply, like he would have some suspicions about me, well once upon a time, he knew me better than anyone. It was past. It was a weakness to let anyone too close.
I moved to another table where Johnny and Magnum were already figuring out where he could get people for the gig. The boys went over the plan with Johnny, Magnum and even Dexter had come near, and I saw pretty quickly that these were the guys. It was a rescue job; there were no releases, and some influential people were suspected to have been captured. Krycheck liked to torture whoever he could have his hands on.
I said, "I've got one warehouse clearance, and I'll do it. You two can probably get the job done. Guys are here fantastic at what they do, and Magnum and Murdock will help, too. "
Adam grunted and said, "We don't need you for this. Just do the warehouse clearance, then. It is the better and safer gig for you, anyway."
As I moved away, to see my relief gig, I said, " You guys go ahead. I'll get that relief done."
I had told no one the details of what these reliefs were all about. All they knew was that no one survived, and I had let them think that I mostly pulled the plug, so to speak, and no one was awake and they were all painless, just too experimented. Again, I had used also possible contamination on humans so no one could come in there, not wanting anyone to get these nasty germs that they could have. I just protected my people. This work was hard enough as it was. No need for them to see these suffering victims time after time.
I was being a leader and as I was going through the papers, feeds, and whatnot, there was always someone coming to ask me something. There might be some paper to be signed or information about guns, what we had just gotten, and experimental explosives. My mind could take it all. My answers were grunts, and a few words here and there.
I was looking at my blueprints, listing in my mind what I would need. We had the latest satellite photos and old blueprints and there I could estimate how big of space was. At least 50 victims, maybe over 100. Fine, it will take a little while, but I will get it done. I did not notice that anyone had come in and suddenly chatter had died down quite a lot.
There was again Cindy asking me about one type of ammo that we had, that she would want to use in these new types of guns. I had not yet tested those guns. It had been one thing to us that new ammo and guns were accepted by me, Magnum, Murdock, or Alaric. None of these had had time to test those guns. I thought that I might have time after these missions. Magnum was going on that gig, Alaric was not in here, Murdock was otherwise engaged, so this was all me.
A voice from the doorway said, " Yeah, boys, Mimi and I are going to the release gig, so why don't you get on with it?"
I turned around and looked into Damon's ice-blue eyes. He had on his leather jacket, jeans, tee shirt. Mariella had her fancy clothes. I could already see that he would not budge. Fine, a little help wouldn't hurt. This would be a hot gig, so I needed a backup and firepower. Mariella heeled him. Cindy was waiting for my reply.
I said to Damon, " Come over here, and we'll go through this. It's a hot job, which means there are going to be enemies. Magnum had no time to blow this up. Now we've got to get properly equipped. If you don't want to take Mariella with you, there's work here for her, too."
Damon walked over as I took out the latest satellite pictures where guards and their houses were visible.
Cindy was silent as she looked at Damon. Cindy was young, she was Hugh's niece and a pretty damn excellent sniper, but she was also a virgin and she was a wildcat, meaning her temper was flamboyant, she was a werecat, shifter, and one hell of a scout too. Damon scared her, as he had his alpha power out and she was not used to it.
Mariella took Cindy a little further and talked with her. Cindy was quite shy at first.
I looked at her and said, "I see if I have time once I am done with these. Do not use them yet. They ought to be tested properly."
She nodded, and I noticed ice-blue eyes looking at me sharply. Cindy scurried away as soon as could.
I spoke, to Damon, keeping my voice low and professional. I was the leader here, no matter how much this one flaunted his alpha power. I would not recite, not right now.
"There is a lot of stuff in this facility, so they will try to stop me. This is a big building, and they had done lot of research here. I will need some decent backup and since you volunteering, you get to be my backup and shoot all these so I can do my work. Magnum would have blown this up, but baddies were shooting the whole time. They got everyone out, but they had no time to set up charges, they got also backup, here and here at least, see trucks." I pointed to several stations. And a few big trucks used to transport people.
Damon thought for a moment and said, " How about it, darling? Do you want to go on the job? Are you ready to shoot and shoot a lot because, come here darling, see, these are all baddies, there are their stations and there will be 20-50 guards at least? These trucks can transport 20 guys and there are at least 2 of them. So can you do it?"
Mariella said, "I'll come along. Yes, I want to shoot. I'm so fucking ready. Giselle showed me a couple of years ago what they do to witches in pharmacies, and if I can fucking shoot those fuckers, I'm in."
I sighed and said to Damon, " That's your responsibility, then. We will not start shooting, but we've got to be on our guard. Scientists can be armed too, but the idea is to go in there without raising World War Three, just get to job done, take with us information, drugs whatnot as much as possible, and blow up it, at least partially, not sure do I have time to get charges anywhere else than in critical places. They might have some shield for magic, energies. It is a hard thing to investigate, and it is not our modus operandi to use magic or energies, so we usually trust explosives to do a job. Surely you can try to use magic or energies, but beware."
Damon nodded firmly and came over to my side to look at the floor plans. I explained the principles.
I said, "Well, there's no snipe support if I don't get a Murdock, but when the schedule's wrong. Murdock is going on that Krycheck facility and my snipers are busy on tour. I could take Sam and Dean. They are free, but not here. It would mean a few hours of waiting if they were free. I do not know if the roof is guarded, so there can be baddies as well."
Damon said, " Schedule, baby, schedule. Well, you can't help it. We'll be fine without it. Let me call a couple of guys. I can get us more support for those guards, too. It is a little too risky for me to let you go in there without proper backup. This place is a little too well guarded for you to just barge in. It might be a trap for you, too."
I sighed and said, " No need. I don't like to take on outsiders unless I'm sure. Call it a healthy suspicion, but the experience is on my side on this one. We are too good a target for the enemy to try to infiltrate."
Damon laughed and said, " If I invite those other salvatores, or at least a couple of them, to be my backup, is that acceptable, miss? We could use them for real. Nine more of me, plus Demon and Lepard. No need to bother Sam and Dean."
I grunted and said, " You can invite them. I have another gig after that, but I'll do it myself. It's a warehouse clearance job. it is just Sark's old warehouses that we have found from time to time. I do them myself, as I am not sure if there are traps for humans. They are safe, not much risk for me there."
Damon pressed himself against me, saying, "Telepathic and strong, also deep in your head, and that's no minor job. We'll come along. If it's just a warehouse clearance, then that's fine. Sark's warehouse, well darling, I am very curious about them. You are more on the prowl."
Fuck if I didn't say it better. But fine. If he wants to come, then he'll come. He could become too suspicious if I outright deny it. Let's see if I can direct him then something else. I am very good at directing someone who wants to protect me to the other jobs. Living with Wulfe taught me that.
After Damon had called the boys and looked up my blueprints and all the needed pictures and reports, also he and Mariella had walked a little everywhere and talked to a lot of guys. Then Damon came next to me when I was looking at that satellite picture of that shed. I was listing my supplies in my mind about what to take with me.
He said, " Come on, baby. First, we have the mercy, and then we have the clearance. I guess we better pack up."
I nodded, already making a list in my head of what I needed. I made my way to the office and here I had a good shower and good facilities. I'd gotten these headquarters with my five and looked at the facilities. I had most of my gear in my office, so I needed to get these guys to put the gear on.
Now most of the gear was very light and comfortable, so even mine wasn't so much better than everyone else's. I had a few pieces of specialty in my locker at my office. There were a couple of other guys with their own offices. Magnum did not want his own office. He worked sometimes in my office on my sofa; I had a very nice plush sofa here.
Damon, Mariella, Adam, and Charles followed me, and after a while, more Salvatores came in. I led them to the men's side, where there was equipment and weapons. I went to my office then, but when the whole pack came along, Lepard, Demon, and the wolves were there. This was then to bring your pack to work for the day. Everyone followed me into my office. Not staying to put the gear on on men's side.
My office was a gigantic space. I had an enormous desk, a table, my sofa, my locker, some shelves, and a few safes embedded into the wall. There were also a few nice chairs to sit on. I had a few pieces hanging off the chair, a vest and jacket, and one pair of pants. All of them were a little oversized for me, but they worked just fine. I had my locker here as I needed a lot of different types of gear and Magnum had made sure that I had several sets of gear with me, at least ten or more tactical vests, and a few sturdier armors as well. They were oversized for me because I tended to stuff under my skin or put under clothes properly before donning the gear, to keep warm. Plus, I needed freedom to move, and fast.
I went to my locker and started taking gear for myself. I had spare clothes here too. Damon came next to me and started rummaging through the stuff there as well and handing it out. I reserved some work clothes for myself while the others eagerly emptied of my locker. Luckily, I had some gear everywhere. I took my vest and my pants; they were just perfect. I had several pairs of heavy-duty boots too, my vest was lightweight and there were pockets in it, so I could stuff things in there too. I would need explosives, detonators, extra ammo and guns as well.
I started pulling on my clothes and watched as the Demon and Lepard got dressed. They were in such good shape and they took almost all of their clothes off while putting everything from my locker on. Then I stood up, and I was about to grab my black leather jacket. It had magical spells on it, done by Dresden and Constantine. It was pretty bullet proof too. It was my ultimate cover.
It was on the back of my chair and Damon took it from my hand and tried it on. It fitted to him like a glove because I always wanted a slightly looser jacket. That was my leather jacket, special protection, and what could I do? I could see him sensing the magic, and even amplifying it with his own. Mariella looked at him adorningly. Feel free. I was at work more, flea, not Mimi. Mariella was geared up as well.
I then took another jacket and went to get the implant gun ready. I was almost dressed up. I opened one closet with my fingerprint and took out a briefcase. It was more almost safe than a closet, but it was secure. I opened the briefcase with my fingerprint too and I took out a tube with nitric acid implants in it. These were made by one flea, and with these, I made sure that no one else could be rescued.
I had done the first batch myself, but soon my chemist friends helped me to perfect them. He had been very protective as he had seen me playing with chemicals without proper safety gear and he had asked sharply what I had been doing and he had done these for me.
Damon was behind me and said, " And what on earth do you have an implant gun for, and what do you load it with?"
He was so freaking near me, I could feel his breath against my neck and I still had not used to people being so close to me. I took a step away from him.
This guy was everywhere, always asking questions. He made me feel something that I had not permitted myself to feel in years.
I said, " These belong on the job, just to make sure everybody gets a release. Backup, so to speak. I know what I am doing." I was keeping my work voice on. Hoping he did not sense how much he affected to me.
Damon grunted and said, "I have no doubt, but tell me a bit more, baby; I don't need that kind of glib explanation."
He took a step closer to me, and leaned his hand over me, trapping me between my closet and his hot body.
I said, " About five years ago, I had a mercy killing, about 70 victims, and I broke their necks but it was a hot one and I didn't get blown up, i had escape there and fast, well then two years later when I went on another mercy killing there were about 40 that I had already let go and they had suffered for two years like I said, the enemy evolves."
My voice was tight. No need to dredge those old times, but this one wanted to know. I kept my cool. Not letting him see what his closeness did to me.
"These are nitric acid implants, two of these in the brain after I've done the termination and triggered them. My backup that ensures the brain is destroyed so effectively you can't revive them."
Damon was silent and then grunted, " I see; well, don't worry, I have my ways of ensuring no one is resurrected."
I said, " You just have to be good enough at destroying brains. Make sure that there is nothing to bring back to life. it could be that this hot gig so we might not get to blow up the entire building but I wished we could at least bury these, but you can never know. Gotta be prepared for everything. "
Damon grunted and said to me, "You are sexy when you are all tough leader chick, you know that. Thank you for that telekinesis. it is amazing." He was leaning even closer, looking at me in the eyes.
I was annoyed that Damon had robbed me of my telekinesis. He had it before, so why take it all away from me?
He read my mind, and said, " Look, baby, what I did before was a combination of magic and energy, not actual telekinesis. And it was consuming. But oh fuck this power of yours, so this is a great power when it's not so laborious. Thank you, baby. I can take that implant gun."
I kept the gun in my pocket, and I opened the gun safe. Combination of my fingerprint and number code, I was ready to take the guns.
And fucking Salvatore was right behind me, taking guns from there himself. He was almost on to me. I could feel his body heat, and I was trying to be in work mode, but our wild session always came back to me, even though not that long. There were a lot of eager takers in the gun cabinet. He was handing guns to everyone who needed one.
I got these guns taken and thought I'd get a little more snappy with the AK-47. I did get an interesting look from Salvatore. Unfortunately, it was the only one I had, and I had already rolled it over my shoulder. Damon took another rifle, and Mariella looked at the submachine guns.
Mariella had gotten some gun training or then Damon had just given her information. I have gotten no information or skills just like that. I have learned, trained, and learned some more to use these guns, so I was not so sure how well you can actually use guns just by getting all the info telepathically shoved in your brain. But it was what it was. I had already told Salvatore that Mariella was his responsibility. Not mine.
Then I took the explosives. I went to my explosives cabinet, opened it too, and took a bag with me, in which I put more ammunition for my weapons in a side pocket. I had quite a few in my jacket and pants pockets. Damon followed me like a shark on a boat and observed what I took. I could feel him in my head, searching the explosives for all the information and copying it for himself.
He took charges too, putting them in his pockets as well. I took several different types of explosives, as there would be quite a lot to blow up. I was hoping like hell that we could bring it down as much as possible, as it had been partially an enzyme facility as well. We needed to get those down and properly.
Then I got ready, and when I came out of my office, I was surprised to find Alaric there. He was not supposed to be on this base, even. Number two looked at me smugly. And apparently, had gotten and fetched Alaric to this gig. Damon went over to talk and smiled genuinely. They talked for a while. I got my comm and clock and detonators with me.
Then I noticed Alaric had his gear with him and said, " I'm coming along now. Damon said it's time for me to see what you do. "
Oh fuck, a real demonstration round. Well, it's a hot gig and extra people are always safer. There is plenty to do and maybe Alaric might want to move stuff out from there.
I nodded and said, " I'm getting ready. Let's go then."
I went out, and Johnny was driving or was supposed to be, but not Johnny. Instead, Adam jumped behind the wheel. Oh, we'd do this gig in a pack. Fine by me.
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