After yet another recovery, I found myself being once again with my employee/friend/sergeant major/most ruthless physiotherapist that there is in the world, meaning Magnum had come to make sure that I would get to my peak condition and not let my recovery halfway, meaning vigorous physical exercises, rage management and also use of my rage, Magnum knew me way too well, so he knew it would lead to troubles if I keep my rage bottled up and since that reaction, well, I had rage to spare.
There were always some new things in his mind once he started to rehab me and get me in shape, and this time it was plain work. He had lots of flea stuff to be discussed same time when I was pushing myself day after day to do more, to be better. After a few weeks, I thought I would stink of sweat no matter how many showers I took.
But since it had been quite clear at that time that work was more or less calling me, I needed to be in a top physical and mental health state in order to once again, be the leader of the organization that I had built. Magnum reminded me quite harshly a few times the fleas were not toys. I had made them so I had my responsibility to them and if I was not gonna cut it or lost interest, in becoming an interior decorator, then many people would die unless I would find a suitable replacement for myself. Magnum really knew how to manipulate me in full work mode, even though I had tried to show him my wings and what I had done there.
Mimosa was still in heat so Adam and Charles, or for that matter Damon, weren't free, so I could get back to doing things myself when I was fit. But first, I had Magnum rehab, and that was difficult and challenging too because Magnum knew exactly what I was capable of when I was in good shape, and then you have to keep working towards it. Always to do better and faster and stronger. But I had already oriented myself for the next month or two weeks, whatever this project would take.
We moved quite fast from house to base, so I had my work in front of me unless I was in the gym with Resnick, Boulder, Rob, Burrows, or Magnum. I have gotten some new trustees for me and these guys; they were shifters. Burrows was a feline shifter while these two others were canines and all of them had a sense of needing alpha as they had drifted a few hundred years without a pack, as shifters were very secretive.
Curran, my other shifter friend, a trusted friend too, had tried to find a suitable pack, but as it was quite common, males were more in packs than females, and finding a suitable place for new males was not so easy. So they kind of made a pack with me, they needed an alpha and I was an alpha female even though I was in my own pack, but they felt my feline side well enough for them to be what they needed and so my loose pack had formed.
I just had just a fleeting thought that Damon's darling side might not like this, but that side had not been out in quite a while. I had no idea did Adam or Charles understood how these saw me, and that they were more loyal to me than others, ready to do anything for me, defend me.
It had been their idea to visit me quite often if I ever got off work, so if Salvatore was in the wrong mood, they could defend me. I told them not to. I cared about them way too much to give them targets for Damon and I wished I would never have to write their names in Lake Lanier but see them living their life happy and free. Well, that was one more wish that never came to be. My life is shitty and my destiny is to lose those I love.
Or at least it felt like it, thought in years and decided to come I would see one of my destinies, my purposes and I would also try to fulfill it as well as possible too but as I am immortal, let's just say that it is a work in progress never-ending job for my pack.
My intense physiotherapy lasted a month, and I was always doing some flea work in my spare time, and quite a few gigs were coming up. Magnum had recruited Rob to spar with me too and he had been drinking my blood for quite a while, so he was a good opponent, he was so happy about being a father so I ushered him to go home to be with his new family, I would be fine.
Rob said to me, just before he left. " You know what Mimi? I have always had a big crush on you and even though we had our thing on that cruise, a little part of me has always fantasized about what it would be your husband or lover. I love my family, I do, and my Fiona too. But she is not you, you know what I mean. I know you have your husbands and you are not human, so I am feeling here standing before you like a schoolboy confessing to my crush hottest girl in school, knowing that she is out of my league. But I just had to say this. "
I smiled. My heart felt so warm. But same time, his love was pure for me and I was not sure if I deserved it.
I said, "I don't regret it either, or ever will. If you ever want to become supernatural, I will do my very best to grant you that. You had one hot guy, and even though I have already three men, I am really honored that you feel for me so deeply. But I am also an honorable woman, so I am telling you to go with your family, be with your wife, and be fucking grateful that she is not me."
I hugged him and he kissed me, passionately, one last time, then turned around and walked away. I watched this tall, blonde, freakishly handsome man walk away from this shit to his human life and be truly happy as the father. I was not right for him. I felt like would corrupt everyone that I touched, so I needed to let them go.
It was back to planning gigs some more and seeing what came out of them. Magnum and I had made plans, but I had quite a selection of people going through them with a fine toothcomb in order to see if there was anything that I might have missed since it had been a while since I had been at work and not planned gigs.
In this business it pays to be on top of things and be on the pulse of things because the enemy is always coming up with new ways to wreak havoc and I might not be aware of all of those, so I need my team for that too. To point me in the right direction on planning and telling me what additional problems, we had to face every time we went to mission.
So that would give me some energy and release some of the stagnation that had developed. Magnum and I planned the gigs together, and we decided to split them up so that we would both take three gigs and do them. I had also overseen about 30 missions or so and we had with Magnum gotten teams on those too. These had been evil vampire women, enzyme silos, and a few warehouses, too.
So no major rescues but these smaller ones, well for us they were nothing small but actually quite important targets us because these would have quite a big impact on the enemy too. I had also spent three days on the phone, more or less, mostly on one line I had had Reddington and others my investigating teams, Reddington had the means and ability to ruin enemies financially so my team had found suitable targets for him so it kept him busy too. He loved to rob from evil and give it to good guys. He was almost some sort of Robin Hood.
After we had seen that all the plans were as good as possible, I got back to my three missions. I needed to look them through one last time and make a list in my mind of supplies and what I might be against. Magnum had taken care of putting teams and snipers too, and he was more or less my second in command. Adam and Charles were probably still busy with Mimosa or with other works, and I had not thought of them at all. Or Damon, for that matter. I was now the Flea, leader and ready to me my work, to save as many as possible and put my enemies out of the business.
I leaned over the big table, frowning slightly as I looked at the floor plan laid out before me. The first gig would be the rescue gig. There were victims in the facility, but I went to pick up one of the intended ones. Her name was Annabelle, and she was the girl of one senator and a newly turned werewolf. This senator had helped us a lot, so I decided to go and personally rescue this girl. I would not interfere with the other victims, for they had other rescues, but I would escort this girl to safety myself.
Of course, I was ready to improvise and once Annabelle was in the safe hands of movers in the car, I would be ready and free to assist if needed. She was my priority, and I intended to make this rescue a little more personal, or less scary, for her. As she had rage issues too, her father had told has about her fiery temperament and she might react wrongly if just ushered out. I, being a very dominant werewolf, a combination with my vampire side too, made me the best one to handle her
The second job was also a rescue job just normal or I mean how could they ever be normal, but this time on that job I was the destroyer, not the rescuer and the third job was a blow-up job. I would contact Magnum when these three jobs were done. Magnum had his three hits in planning too and he would be part of the team too. These were not solo missions, but we just would be part of these.
After these, we could see where we were and see if there was something new to prepare. Sark being the asshole that he was, and now playing with radioactive materials had brought Magnum to put in every personal safety gear radioactivity meter as well in our drones too, so we would pick up with there was radiation and could put proper safety gear on us too.
The first gig was in Florida, and I drove there when I had time. I went to the nearest base, rigged up, including hiding quite a lot of things underneath my skin again, and took a bag with me with supplies for the Annabelle rescue. I had taken some of our smallest safety gear as she was tiny and I would put these on her, making her feel a little more safe. She would be in a very unstable state and this needed to be handled with precision, with gently enough, but then again I was in charge so there would not be any negotiation on her part either.
I needed to get her in a state where she could take the drive back to base, and not cause any problems while keeping this professional. Resnick had told me before I left that I should also remember that this was also an advertisement for our organization. He was always making sure that our reputation was as good as possible. He was the most caring, respectful man that I had ever seen, and when he went to the gig, he remained just like that. I went over the details of the gig three more times and tightly memorized every detail of the facility that I could think of.
I had no role official role in my mission as I was the one having to focus on Annabelle and since she was one thing that we could not predict for any kind of certainty I needed to get my focus on her first and then I could be useful if needed. This was again quite a big place, made out of the abandoned hospital, a smaller one but big enough to have 10 floors and a lot of searching for.
I had with me my medical kit because I was a trauma surgeon and everyone had had vials of my blood with them but in a few missions, those vials had been broken, and thankfully no one had died because of that. But Magnum had tried to find a safe place for that vial of my blood in our gear where it would be fast to access, too. If that blood were needed, well, the bullet would remain inside the victim, causing problems and I needed to be ready to do some field surgery too. I had a lot of gear on me. Everything my own was selected and carefully thought of, as I knew what I would need.
I had ordered transport; I had my gear on, my team was ready, and we had our plan in place. I feel a familiar buzz starting to form in my gut. Our sniper team had moved in location from their previous assignment and they would be ready when we would get there.
I had not looked through who were our snipers, but I knew that we had plenty of those just because we had Murdock who had found his calling of making more snipers and killers, too. It had not been hard for him to see right away who had it in them, who could be his next apprentice, and most of them had had some experience of sniping, but with Murdock, those skills were honed to perfection. And their inner killer instinct was well put to use.
I was not the team leader, not officially, but I knew that if I gave orders, no one would question it even in the middle of the gig, so everyone saw me as a leader in this mission team leader was Matt. He was a blonde, nice-looking guy, an ex-military, tough leader, and he wanted just humans first. He was a little apprehensive about going to gigs with Supernatural Rescue and with me; he was respectful but there would never be a bond with him like I had with Rob.
He was just too human for that, and his priorities, values, and morals were very human. He wanted to make as many missions official, meaning getting authorities involved, and he always tried to find a way. But he was overall a good guy, trustworthy too, and a good forceful leader.
I had ordered a decent amount of transport backup for us, meaning three big rigs almost, ready to take victims as we had no idea about how many victims there would be. I had not taken too many people, because these guys were efficient enough that this team would suffice and movers would be in those rigs, too ready to take part if needed. Fewer people on a mission meant fewer targets for bad guys to shoot at. This mission was ready to start, and I stood up, walked up to the door, and said, "Come on, let's get this show on the road." Then we left for the gig. It was showtime.