No time to waste when I have work to do, lives to be saved and plans and places of bad guys to be blown up. I drank my coffee and started looking through the next gig. I should be leaving soon to drive toward West Virginia. Now, it was time to do some gigs. I left for the drive long before Adam had time to return. This job was just like the last one, except now I was the destroyer, and I got to shoot and protect.
I had no time to be Mimi, and I knew that the most likely scenario if Adam had returned before I set off, would be that he would take me back to the house, to be in pack and get someone else to do gigs and work. He probably would tell about this Charles too, who would then start to care for me, make sure that I would eat, sleep, and get over that. I needed to act now, not be a little miss innocent to be cared for, even though they loved me and wanted only the best for me I was not in the mood to be pampered. I have oriented myself in work mode and I wanted to do my three gigs and maybe look up things after those. But not now.
I wanted to be clear that there is no surprise here, so I did my research on the next team too. I had now also looked through our sniper list, so there would be no surprises lurking there, like, say, Charles, who did some sniper gigs at times, too. I went to the base and went over the entire job with the team. I kept my rage on display because it helped me focus, but I controlled it and didn't let it get the best of me.
I did not go to medbay to be checked out. That sedative or whatever drugs were in those darts was probably still in my blood and my rage helped me in that amount so I could function and felt nothing from it. Even though my rage might be sometimes not so good thing, sometimes it was quite an asset, helped me so much and I used all that I had at my disposal to help me.
My rage was one of my weapons. I had still stuffed under my skin. They could be there, for months even. No harm in my body from them, so no need to worry about those. The next thing was to get my gear on and pack my bags again, my medical bag too, as I had to do those operations on the last gigs too.
We would have another 8 hours before we left for the gig, and I had a coffee and got my gun and clothes ready again. I now always had a human sedative with me in case I needed to do surgical operations on-site. I showed the entire team the secret door to the previous facility and told them to keep a lookout in case there were any similar ones.
I hoped they wouldn't because I'd have to let the victims go. I was not gonna make anyone else than myself murdered, even if it would be mercy, in the eyes of the law it would be murder and it could be one possibility to enemies trying to expose this and bring some legal troubles for my people because of this, so this was my job if those corridors would b found.
I did not specify in what shape the victims had been, only there had been dead fleas. And if that door, panel would be found, I would deal it with just myself. We needed to get some new equipment to be able to identify this new corridor, and I tried to look at that previous place layout too. Was that been added, or had they taken some maintenance part of that building to be used?
After I had restocked my medical supplies, and gotten my ammos and explosives in order too, we were getting ready. Most of our missions we did during dark times because it was easier to hide in the dark shadows of the forest and not be out into one all the time in broad daylight. But with few blowups and enzyme silos, warehouse raids could be done in the daytime too. Most of the actions that happened during the night and daytime were all planning and getting ready and debriefing and everything else that was part of my job, part of the function of my worldwide organization.
Sometimes I did not think of this organization so much as my organization but as an organization that I was part of, but then again Magnum was one of the good to make sure that I remembered my duties as leader and as founder too and I was top dog. So I did what I needed to do, and he also reminded me how much my people were looking up to me.
In everything that I did or did not do I set an example and it was not so easy always, but years and missions had taught me my role and I had become quite good at controlling my emotions, and my feelings and being the leader that these deserved and needed too. I did not see myself as a savior, but my organization was the true savior of innocents.
Then we went on the job, and I thought it was a bit new to be on the front line, but there was nothing new about it. The roof team, meaning our snipers, cleared the roof, and we cleared the way into the facility. There were lots of guards, and you had to be there all the time shooting and making sure the movers were safe to go with the victims to the transport.
This was demanding, more so as rescuing, as I had to shoot all the time, be careful not to hit friends, and get everyone out as fast as possible. Nearly 200 victims were to be moved again. It takes its own time, but I kept my end of the job, kept those others safe and my body count just kept growing. As well did the others. There were a lot of enemies here as this was a semi-public facility, so guards would not be seen so strange, and bad guys wanted to keep on doing their evil nasty things.
And then we found another secret corridor. We had gotten the victims to safety, and again, I put everyone away already. We had cleared the entire facility, and now I went to see who was there. I had once again gotten myself a spare vehicle in the vicinity and as the building had been cleared, enemies were killed and it was all clear it was time for to me do this job.
Of course, these victims were as terrible shape as others had been and no other solution was to offer. I could not use drugs as these had been drugged so long that the end might not be painless. These were more fleas. And I did what I had to do. I broke the necks of all of them quickly and painlessly. Just a firm grip, one twist, and it was done. Fast, and easy, but it took a toll on my soul. At least I did not have to shoot these.
I wished I would have just some magic drug, one injection and it would be over fast, but I was not gonna make these suffer possible drug interactions, convulsions, or breathing difficulties before drugs would kill them. I did not want to shoot, so this was a clean way to do the job. I always made sure they were properly dead, and then I put explosives all over the chamber, and when I left, we blew the whole place up.
Again burying these to rubble and for good too. No need to alert authorities, not yet anyway, and if those rubbles would someday removed, then those remains would be mere skeletons at that point or pieces of one. I would have my liaisons in authorities to get these declared legally dead, so it would not be even a big surprise if their remains were even discovered.
A third job and it would just be a blow-up job. I wouldn't have to see any more of those poor, tortured people who had been put in that condition because of me.
I went to headquarters and updated the list again. Lake Lanier, here I come. At some point at least, once I would have time to do this properly, and then I did not know what I was gonna do next. My last gig of these three would be a blast. I looked through the blast, and it would be in Louisiana, so there was no time to do anything else but go drive again and get ready. There would be five of us at this show, me and four guys, Butch, Nate, Jackson, and Joe.
They were fucking great blasters and experienced guys. I arrived at the base in good time, and we went through the explosives and where to put them. We each had to put three charges, and they were again placed in critical areas so that most of the facility would be destroyed but leave evidence for the authorities, and we would again find another nail in their coffin and make their torture facilities more difficult. I told these people what I found, and everyone was furious. We had tuned ourselves up when we set out.
This was one facility that remade those damn personal operation robots a.k.a shed session devices and we had come across them on quite many facilities, of course, they had not modified so much what Damon had done with his but enough to make humans suffer in their grips, so this would be so freaking good target and it would make a big dent of their budget and plans as these were not so cheap to get and there had not been so many of them and then they make new ones and we get to blow them apart.
We had also learned to search a few things that were needed to build these and that knowledge had come when we had taken them apart. So there was something to learn from them and from that knowledge, we knew what to look for and these facilities were found much easier. A few particular chemicals, compounds, and a few custom-made screws made from three metals only. These screws were ones that Damon and Colin had needed into my implants, too. One of the metals was recently discovered a new form of metal formed nitrogen, and it had been born out of magic.
So the coven had made a spell, but it had gone wrong, and result 156 kilos of scrap metal had been turned into this new metal. There was very limited supply in the world and no other spell had been able to make more. This one was one metal that had no effect on me, none, so it was safe to use in my body. But it was also heavily tested by the medical community, good and bad, as it was partly almost biological metal.
The other two metals were new forms, also made by accident, of titanium and aluminum and this super titanium ended up in a particular accelerator in a very particular set of circumstances, meaning again, there had not been so much of it, about 24 kilos and that had changed quite a lot of its composition, almost making it inert, unable to react at all, not even with acid, so it was indestructible. Damon had told me about these three metals during shed sessions and he used most blades, cutters, and needles made out of this titanium as it did not get dull, twisted, or rusted at all.
The last metal was aluminum, and this one had ended amid heavy radiation, and other energy sources after that, so it had been a big roll of aluminum foil, left accident into the chamber when there had been radiation tests and nasty ones, then when they had found this little mishap. It had been one cleaner who had left it after he had used it to cover his meal and he had not realized that the chamber had been intended to be used for radiation testing, and he was not also told about this.
This radiated aluminum foil had been deemed dangerous, but they had now a problem with how to get rid of it, as radiation testing had been illegal and they did not want to discover it. There had been a space testing facility not too long and one guy had a brilliant idea of leaving that aluminum foil roll in the platform as there would be launched new satellite or spaceship nearby and the roll could be hidden enough and those jets from the spaceship would destroy that foil. Except they did not. Again, that roll of foil had changed. It was full aluminum but stretchy, not breaking at all kept its shape. It was like fabric made out of pure aluminum, and again that one roll. It was used to cover those screws, too.
I had told these little stories to my buddies as were we driving onsite. They were amazed and same time very satisfied that we got to take out again one big plan of bad guys and stop them from making those torture machines, as these metals required special handling and it was not easy, these guys had their own machines but not so long, we were about to blow this whole factory to kingdom come.
We got there, and I watched for a while to see if I could see any movement. I put the drone in the air, but nothing; the roof was empty, and we moved off. I had to go to the basement and put the charges in the boilers there.
I got there and got the charges in when Butch said over the radio, " We got company. Be fucking careful. These have nasty guns. They go through steel plate pretty well. "
We had heavy gear on, but enemies can have guns that will go through even our heavy gear too. Since we are not armored full-body suits like some Marvel characters, there are always vulnerabilities and possible entry points even in our gears too.
Oh fuck, I thought and made a dash upstairs to secure the men. When I got to the first floor and out the front door, a hot pain shot up my left side and went down my right thigh. Oh, we have a shooter upstairs. The bullet was big, and my leg was out of the game. I managed to get into cover so no more bullets would hit me. I tried to limp better at hiding and waited for my leg to heal a bit. But no. The bullet had penetrated just below my ribs, gone across my abdomen, and ended up in my right thigh, and it was big.
I could feel nausea started, oh fuck the poison bullet. I was hiding and saw all four men lying on the ground. I had shot every single bad guy that was shooting at me, but poison bullets had hit the men. My team was dead and was seriously wounded, but I had still oomph left to do my duty. Only silence and my own pained, sharp breaths were heard in the crispy air as I set out to act.
My leg was starting to heal, or maybe I didn't care as I took my rage to the max and got the bodies into the car. At least they would have other funerals than being in the rubble of a collapsed building. I dug out most of the transmitters and blew the whole shit up. I started to drive to the base, letting my rage blast fully on.
I felt the bullet deep in my right thigh and knew I had to dig it out. I didn't care about it or whatever poison had been in it. I arrived at headquarters, and it was empty. First, I updated the flea list again, called Magnum, or left a message that the gigs were over but not clean.
A clean gig is one where no one good dies. None, and it seemed that I've done nothing but dirty gigs in the last few years. I went into the shower and found that the bullet wounds hadn't healed, so I put a waterproof bandage on my side and washed myself.
Now I had to get somewhere to recover a bit and dig that big fucking bullet out of my leg. I knew our house in New Orleans would probably be the closest, but there wasn't such a good medbay. I decided to drive to the Florida house. Before I left to drive, I looked at my home phone, and there was a message from Charles and Adam.
I called Charles, "Mimi, here, I'm in Louisiana and driving down to Florida from here. What's going on there?"
Charles sighed and said, "Adam told me about the job, and I think you had another one. I was on base in Idaho and saw the roster updated. Are you okay? Honey, I can come to Florida. I'm off duty."
I was quiet and said, " Yeah, there was. Well, 20 fleas got out of their pain, and I just had a blast where I lost four guys to poison bullets and got one in myself. I'll take it off in Florida. "
Charles said, " Fine, honey, I'm on my way. I'm leaving here from Chicago on a flight, so I'll be there before you. Are you sure you can drive? It's over 10 hours, anyway."
I smiled wearily. So Charles did care the whole time. I wasn't used to it. Damon. Well, he cared when he was in the mood.
I said, "I can handle anything with my rage. "
Charles said, "If Adam and I are gonna get out of here, we'll be ready to help as soon as you get here. Be well, my love, and I am sorry for your loss, but it seems you have another sick leave coming your way. But I will be there to care for you."
I smiled to myself as I put my phone down. Charles was just so freaking perfect.