I woke up at five in the morning to the sound of the alarm clock.
"Baby., baby. You gotta wake up, come on start waking up, night, open your eyes... morning, you have a work day ahead, but you can text me yes."
When Damon got me up and smiled, I said, "Yeah, work calls, though it's perfect to be here."
He smiled and pulled away from me so I could get out of bed. I looked for a while at such a damn nice bed and a lovely man in it, but sighed and went to shower. When Damon let me go, he went back to sleep.
By the time I got out of the shower to get my clothes, he was already snoring, drooling on my pillow, which he had almost taken in his arms. Oh well, that pillow needs to be washed, then.
I quickly dressed, grabbed my supplies, and headed downstairs for breakfast. Magnum was already eating his and looked at me appraisingly. A little surprised.
I said quietly, "Morning, are you ready? We have quite a drive ahead of us, so do you want a packed lunch?"
Magnum said, "Nah. I'm fine. It's just like a 4-hour drive, so we'll be fine, or how about you then, hummingbird? "
Hummingbird was the nickname Magnum had given me when I was eating all the time, and I was very fast. I took the three portions Damon made, heated them up, drank coffee like crazy, and finished my meal. Then, we set off on our drive. It was still dark, and Magnum had a good, sturdy, manly SUV that goes off-road like off-road.
Magnum said nothing as we drove through the dark road and dawn. I checked my phone for things like news and everything in passing, I mean shopping, and exchanged naughty, almost sex messages with Damon when he was awake. I missed him, but Magnum was better than Damon for this job.
Eventually, we got there. Magnum parked the car. He was now in work mode and professional. He had the same charge as Damon but was more mellow because he was human, but still noticeable.
The first victim should be killed in broad daylight, in fact, all the victims, or at least so that the bodies could be found relatively quickly. These were tricky victims for humans to kill because they were very suspicious, and they often had bodyguards with them. These knew almost all the professional killers that Reddington used.
Then again, he couldn't afford to come out and kill the targets himself because they could be targeted by the same FBI or other authorities as Reddington. Reddington only used designated killers, and these were his enemies.
There was a rumor that Reddington had lost his daughter to these naughty medical facilities. His daughter had been human and had been tortured, and the enemies had sent this daughter to Reddington's door in her death throes, and she had died in her father's arms.
So therefore Reddington would be a crucial ally. The only question mark was how he would deal with supernatural beings, and I was the best person for the job because of my looks. I was small, thin, frail, but helpless, but I wasn't human.
According to Damon's profiling, Reddington would be inclined to help and even protect me. Damon was a genius, more or less, and because he was so old, he could profile criminals and people far better than any professional profiler in the FBI could imagine. Of course I would read on him as soon I would meet him. My pretender side would be very useful as well.
I had a special gun that Magnum took out of his briefcase. Adam's friend had made this the first cryo gun, so this one fired ice bullets, a perfect killing weapon that leaves no bullet behind to be examined, and the best part, the ice bullet was laced with vampire blood so the bullet wounds would heal. The victim would be dead, and no one would know precisely how.
This gun felt cold in my hand when Magnum handed it to me because it was cold. The cryo magazine contained the ice bullets, and Magnum knew the Reddington people were keeping an eye on these victims all the time; if the opportunity arose, they would witness my actions.
Magnum would act as a sort of security man, and Reddington knew Magnum. So he would know which side I was on. It would be almost like I would be Magnum's protégé. It actually felt like it as I had to prove myself to him and he had done quite a work with me already.
We watched from across the road as the victim walked down the street. This was one financier, just connected to these wicked pharmaceutical companies, and these men were cruel and selfish and wanted to exploit the supernatural and also humans as they wanted to live forever, but as humans.
They just wanted to be healthy and rich, never die, and continue their corrupt exploitation. These men gave no value to the lives of others; they were selfish, cruel, greedy bastards for whom money and power were everything. Just the kind of human scum who deserved to die because the world would be such a better place.
Killing such a financier would mean a backlash for all the institutions he had funded because, after death, the wills and estates would be distributed. Then, it was always revealed where the money had gone because these medical institutions were outlaws who wanted to be hidden, so this kind of investigation into the funds always meant trouble for them and could even force some institutions to close down just because of lack of money but also because of the wrong attention.
The victim was a middle-aged man with a substantial beer belly. The man's face was flushed, and I could hear his heavy panting from across the street. This man was used to the good life, to not having to move more than necessary, to be able to eat and drink what he wanted.
He didn't care about his health as he sipped dried vampire blood, which helped a little, but it didn't make him fit; it just enabled him to last longer if he continued to overeat and consume alcohol. The vampire blood capsules were illegal; it was one thing that these naughty medical establishments did, and it meant that some vampire was dead.
Because they usually drained all the blood out of the vampire and dried the blood, encapsulated it. That guaranteed that the user couldn't even accidentally become a vampire, but the dried blood would help. He had a bald head and was walking slowly down the street. It might not be easy to seduce him, but it could be another way to get his attention.
It was a risky game, but Magnum was the backup.
I told Magnum, "I have to be the perfect victim now, the perfect target for that man, and I know he knows something about Project Omega, so I'm going to show him who I am."
I would go to the man and tell him who I was and then improvise from there.
I was wearing black jeans and a fuzzy pink sweater. My hair was still red, and Damon kept it red; he knew how to make a substance out of his fangs to keep my hair a dark blood red, so I let it be red. It was now in braids, and I had no makeup on, so I looked young.
I walked across the street to the man and stopped him.
I asked the man, "Do you know who I am? A little hint. Alaska-Canada border, a couple of years ago, winter, wild escape into the woods, Dr Morrissey and Kendrick, so I'm omega. The target omega. How about we go somewhere a little more private over there, and you give me a reason why I shouldn't rip your head off your shoulders? I know you funded the fucking experiment that ruined my life."
I let my rage show. My intention was to scare the shit out of him and play the role of a roughly rabid killer. I would not tell that I escaped before they got me programmed, not at all.
The man paled and swallowed. I could smell the man's fear. He knew what the project was about, and I would have liked to ask him more about the project, but it was essential to get this piece of human shit dead and get Reddington involved.
I said, "One move towards the phone in your pocket, and I'll rip your hand off. You know I can do it. "
The man held his hand still. The man's forehead began to drip with sweat, and he looked at me desperately. I had already gained a reputation for being unpredictable and cruel when cornered and, above all, fearless.
I wasn't afraid of anything because I couldn't die. Pain means nothing to me if I take out my rage. It's not even a distraction. The man knew this because he had probably been informed by my other experiences in the medical institutions I'd already been to.
I walked the man to the restaurant where we were planning this thing, to a private cabin where Magnum was waiting.
The man went to sit opposite Magnum, and I went to sit next to Magnum.
The man quickly started talking to Magnum. "Sir, I can help; don't kill me; I'm much more useful to you alive than dead; I can help; I can get you money, houses, anything you need. Believe me, I'm useful to you; killing me is useless to you. I am an asset, not a liability. I have connections, and you can live comfortably while I help you."
He tried to appeal to Magnum with everything he had. Magnum watched him with a neutral expression, not saying a word as he listened to the man plead the reasons why he shouldn't be killed, as he told him all the things he could get Magnum.
The man tried to see where his bodyguards were, but Magnum's couple of buddies had taken them out of play. A very ordinary-looking man was sitting in the restaurant who glanced our way, and I knew he was a Reddington spy.
I pulled out my gun, which already had a silencer on it, and fired twice. The man fell silent in mid-sentence, not even a drop of blood on his white shirt. He just fell over a little. The bullets were ice. They melted quickly inside the man, leaving no trace.
But the kill would be bold, daring, and unusual enough for Reddington to know about it. I saw the spy furrow his brow as the man silently slumped forward. The gun was small and still cold in my hand. Also, with the bullets mixed with donated, not stolen, vampire blood, there was nothing left on the man but two holes in his shirt.
I felt no remorse for killing this man because I knew how many deaths and tortures he had caused by his actions. Magnum put the man in a slightly better position, and we went out the back way. No one would find any evidence that we had been there.
We had avoided the cameras, and the only witness was Reddington's spy. I saw him get up as we walked across the street towards the car. The spy went to look at the dead man and found nothing but two holes in his shirt.
The next victim was treated in the same way. These men knew exactly what had been done to me. This man was the scientist who was connected to Krychek and Dr. Kendrick. He had seen the security camera footage from that Krycheck facility even though Charles had gone in and destroyed it, but that didn't bother me as such because it just gave me a reputation, so these bastards were scared to death of me, especially when I let a little of my rage show.
None of them would talk to me as I always directed them to some restaurant where the Reddington spy was and killed them. They made promises to Magnum and promised money, anything, as soon as they got their voices back and saw Magnum. Obviously, Magnum seemed to be a calmer man than I was, someone you could even negotiate with.
Magnum didn't say a word to anyone. He just listened with a neutral expression as victim after victim begged and promised. I could smell his disgust toward these scumbags, his rage even. He kept his role on. Not letting anything show. One man, the last of the victims, even threatened Magnum. I shot them all quickly and efficiently, two ice bullets in the chest, and I heard their hearts stop. The vampire's blood didn't save them.
I took the bad guys out of the day. I didn't want anyone ever to have to go through the experiments and torture that I had suffered at the hands of these bastards.
We got the rest of the victims killed, two victims, and I knew the Reddington spies had witnessed them.
We got in the car, and the plan was to wait a couple of hours and then go somewhere public, knowing that the Reddington people were watching us.
Magnum asked, "Why do you want to do this? Adam has told me you were a guinea pig, you were made a super werewolf, and it was already brutal, but you have been caught a few times and they were not pleasant experiences. I understand revenge, but do you have another motive as well?"
I looked at Magnum and didn't know why I almost decided to open up to him more, precisely what I had opened up to Damon, Adam, or Samuel. Maybe it was because Magnum saw me in a different light than they did. He didn't want to protect and guard me, but he knew what I could do, and he saw something in me, maybe potential, or perhaps it was my rage. I don't know.
I looked into the distance and said, my voice quiet. I tried to keep the emotion out of it, keep it matter-of-fact, like I was just reporting something.
"I remember the stretcher in the institution's corridors, Where I was still human, and sometimes a white hand had come out of it. Sometimes, the fingertips were black on that hand, livor mortis. The victims were covered with a sheet, and often, the sheet was bloody." I did not let my emotions out, not at all.
"Then, at the Krycheck facility, when I escaped, I found the morgue. I saw what had been done there and read enough anatomy to see what injuries had been done before death. I read some reports, unemotional accounts of how they had been looking for a suitable poison for a werewolf, for example, other than silver or aconitum. Or a vampire. Because supernaturals like vampires and werewolves knew their weaknesses and knew how to defend themselves against them. But a new poison that no one could resist. Of course, there were humans there, too—Guinea pigs for various integrations with different supernatural tissues and infusions." My voice was quiet. I tried not to remember too much.
"Humans didn't really function or live with a vampire liver inside them or a werewolf's heart. Rejection was the biggest problem, and they were testing drugs. None of these experiments were meant to cure humanity but to help these rich bastards use the supernatural to their advantage, as organ donors or organ banks, for example, just because a werewolf can grow whole organs back. Such a heart bank would be a wonderful source of income when the world is full of rich, desperate people with no morals."
Magnum was silent and said, "Oh, that's too bad; I had no idea it had gotten this bad; there really is something to be done about it, hummingbird."
He looked at me and smiled for the first time, and I knew I could trust Magnum on every issue.
I said to him," Bran has told me how much experimentation is done on the supernatural. When it's not illegal, they can prove the subject wasn't human. When the supernatural became public, there was a new law, The Human Act, which defines humans."
Magnum frowned, a crease appearing between his eyes.
I explained on. "A human being is a creature whose DNA is double-stranded. All other DNA is considered animal, so experimenting on supernaturals is roughly animal testing. Because werewolves have triple helix DNA, while humans have double helix. My DNA is six-stranded. Vampires have four strands and hybrids. I don't know if they have five strands. So until the laws or anything else could be changed, we supernaturals are fair game for experimentation because all it takes is a DNA test, and we have no chance of bringing this shit to the public or to justice. We have no such protection of the law, and the UN has even taken this stance and is trying to make some kind of rule about it. The men who did these experiments, who wanted eternal life or eternal youth but still wanted to be human and not a freak like the supernaturals, are the ones who made this law."
I could see Magnum's fingers curling slightly. He was getting angry, too.
"This law guarantees an endless stream of experiments without fear of justice or consequences. We are fighting against this here: our rights as beings to be free and not animals. We are not human beings but persons, individuals, beings. It is no use to even try to make court case as animal can't sue no one. They saw that this human act was giving much more of them than what it took. Meaning as supernaturals are considered animals. No taxes have to pay, no human justice apply on us. But they got us as guinea pigs with that law and our tax money was not so important. Of course they would try to break whoever they got, to make them give them money and assets for their lives but it is all lie."
Magnum nodded and said, his voice tinged with slight anger, " You are not alone in this. I'll help now that I know what this is all about, and we'll get something done. We'll kill these bastards and make a change. Once we get this job done and hopefully get Reddington on our side, I'll contact Bran and see about a list of targets already."
I nodded, and we sat in the car. I sent Damon messages as we waited for the next phase of the plan. I sensed that change was coming.