These are not my characters. They belong to the author Janet Evanovich and thank you for letting us borrow them and run with our fantasies.

This is a total AU story with a Babe HEA and my first scifi/supernatural fic. Kind of out of my element and got some ideas from my very good friend Zetharin.

My beta took the summer off and one of my other good friends alix33 who likes to edit my stories for fun came through for me.

Special thanks to you alix33, who is a professional copy writer and I'm grateful for all your help. As in Ranger's words, you never disappoint, Babe!

Chapter 1

The only thing good about my return this time had been the fact that I wasn't suffering from the pain and bruises, cuts and bullet holes I usually endured at the end of a mission. But, I just couldn't satisfy my hunger. The hunger never seemed to leave me.

My brethren told me that over time it would lessen and I would just be left with a dull ache or longing when I smelled something really good. Everything and everyone smelled good right now and I was overwhelmed with it and a danger to myself and others. They hadn't wanted me to leave yet. Everything had been rushed to prepare for my departure.

I looked down at my protective suit. What the military wouldn't give to have a prototype of this baby. I had been introduced to some awesome hi-tech sci-fi shit in less than a week. Hector would get a massive boner over this stuff.

The helo pilot announced our arrival at Simmons Army Airfield, Fort Bragg, and then the chopper began to descend. Showtime. Time to put my human face on for debriefing. I adjusted my custom-made sunglasses and hopped out of the helo before it hit the ground. I heard shouts behind me, but was gone before the helo hit the tarmac. I smiled. There were some fun things about the scary mess that was me now.

Two weeks of preparation securing an iron-clad story had thankfully ended in just two days of debriefing. Mission successful, brass happy. I'm going home now. I'm just not the same man. Technically, I'm not even a man.

Cal drove into the Rangeman garage and I got out and took the elevator to the penthouse on seven. Ella met me there and asked if I was ready for dinner. I thanked her and told her that I was going out. She welcomed me back and left the apartment. I looked around. This didn't feel the same. Didn't feel like home anymore. I would have to find a new home. Make that the right home and fast before anyone became suspicious, especially Ella.

There was one place that I longed to go tonight, but I couldn't yet. I needed to quench this awful hunger and aggression, pick up some things and do some research. I found a biker bar on the other side of Stark Street to fill my needs. I walked in wearing my protective leather suit with my hair down and my badass demeanor and it took all of five seconds for a hit.

I led her out to the back of the bar and turned her around and pushed her up against the wall and fucked her hard before I tasted her. It was the least I could do and the easiest way to cover my actions. She got the best orgasm of her life and I got what I desperately needed too. A win win.

I had picked up a paper and some real estate publications and was halfway back to Rangman when not hunger, but real desire pulled me and I changed direction and soon found myself sitting in Stephanie Plum's apartment lot. I looked up at her bedroom window. I felt her there. I couldn't go to her yet. Not until I got my incessant needs under control. I turned the wheel and pulled out to go home.

Tank met me as the elevator door opened at the control room level. "What the fuck, Rangeman? You come back from a four month mission and don't even stop on the floor and wave before you leave the building again?"

I sighed, "You're right. I'm having trouble winding down from this one, man. Good to see you."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "You don't look too beat up. You smell like you got your knob polished. You winded down now?" He chuckled.

"Shut up, man." He laughed out loud.

"What the hell are you wearin'? It's your color and you do like leather sometimes. The only bodysuits I've ever seen you wear are the kind for jumpin'."

"It's a new kind of material. I used it on the mission and I'm testing a prototype. I'll be receiving a shipment in a few days. Nobody touches my deliveries, they're eyes only. Pass the word."

"Yeah, Boss."

"Smartass. I'll be working odd hours for a few days till I get rested and acclimated to the time zone again. So, technically, I'm still offline until I tell you different."

"Gotcha', bossman."

I smirked at him. "You're looking a bit fat and lazy, old man. I think I need to exercise your ass on the mats."

"Yeah, and I'll show you how fat and lazy can whoop yo' ass, pup." I shook my head and grinned at him and headed to my office.

I went through the paper, the real estate publications and then went online and made notes regarding real estate that I might want to look at. Before I go to bed, I'll call a realtor that I've used before. I knew what I was looking for. Finding it and finding it soon would be the problem.

I did paperwork and had to go back out to feed the hunger before dawn. I showered and called my realtor and told her exactly what I was looking for and to check two properties I had found online. I told her to call me later in the day. Then I went to bed.

I heard a voice through the speaker.

Human subject 16942395. Ready for testing.

Then another voice through the speaker that I would never forget. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to us, American spy?" I was barely able to speak with my swollen lips and my broken jaw. I couldn't think to make words anyway my pain was so excruciating. Every finger and toe was broken and one wrist and my kneecap and several ribs. I was having trouble breathing like a rib had pierced a lung. Whatever you're going to do fuckers, bring it. I was ready.

"Hooah!", I managed from deep down in my chest.

"Then so be it. Have you ever microwaved an American hotdog? Remember what happens?" The bastard chuckled.

"Five..four..three..two..one.."

I felt a blast and my head felt like it was exploding behind my eyes. Then a pain spread through my gut and I fell to the floor as blackness thankfully took me.

Voices. "Sekhmet, you turned him? We didn't all agree."

"His death would have been a waste. We need more like him...You know that's true."

"This will change our current mission."

"I know. We need more operatives. I witnessed his interrogation. He did not break and barely flinched through the pain."

"What if he refuses to even work with us?"

"He will not refuse. He was here doing the same job that we are doing. Just think what an asset he will be."

"The pain has begun. He's waking up..."

I opened my eyes. I knew it was still light before I even looked at the clock. I checked my phone and had just two messages. One from the realtor and one from Stephanie. She must have heard that I was back. At the thought of Stephanie, my groin seized and my teeth extended. I definitely needed to stay away from her right now.

I dialed the realtor. "Evelyn Russo."

"Carlos Manoso. What have you found today?"

"I have three possibles. One meets more of your requirements, but will need some work."

"Can I see them tonight?"

"I need to make a call to see if the owner of one can meet us. I have keys to the other two."

"In an hour?"

"I'll pick you up in front of your building."

I opened the passenger side door of the Jaguar and slid into the leather seats. Evelyn gave me a sultry smile and wiggled in her seat bringing my attention to her short skirt and her bare legs. She said, "I hope you like what you see tonight, Mr. Manoso."

"Let's go." I turned my head toward the window. I should have taken care of my needs before we started. It's not that I'm attracted to her, the scent coming from between her legs is going to drive me crazy and I don't want to fuck her because she knows me and where I live. Jodame (fuck me)! I had to get in a car with a woman on her period.

She took me up a winding hill about thirty minutes east of Rangeman and pulled into a drive. The property was sitting on a hill and there was no way that I could surround it completely with security. A man opened the front door. "Does this house have a walk-out bottom level?"

"As a matter of fact it does..."

"Then drive."

"Excuse me? Mr. Gallo is waiting right there for you to tour the house."

"Drive, Ms. Russo. This house doesn't fit my needs and I'm in a hurry. Call him as we leave and give him my apologies." She gave me an incredulous glance and put the car in gear. When she stopped at a light she called the man.

The next house was about forty minutes east of Rangeman. We turned off of a main road and then on to one more. I only noticed one other property before she turned into a drive and went down hill a short ways and then a very unusual house came into view. She stopped the car and I got out. It actually backed into a hill and there was stone around it that had been neatly carved around the house and garage. "What's the story on this house?"

"This is the one that needs some work. It's been on the market for quite a while. It was built in the 1980's by an eccentric architect. He bought the land cheap from the owners of an abandoned limestone quarry. It's on the other side of that hill. This one is a little too unusual and dark for most tastes. There is no backside, therefore no windows for light. It's built right into the side of the hill and into the rock.

He did put in skylights and there are solar panels on the roof as well. It's two stories with the attached garage and there is a lower level with an indoor pool, sauna and gym.

One positive is that not much could knock this house down. It's literally solid as a rock. "Let's have the tour", I said.

The blacktop drive stopped at an attractive stone surface that spanned across the entire front of the house and garage. The landscaping was nice and there was a small fountain between the house and garage. Large windows went all the way across the front of the brick house. We entered through decorative double doors and stepped into the foyer. There was a wall and an opening to the left and the right. One side was a large living room with a fireplace. On the other side was a dining room, bath and kitchen with a laundry room. The stairs leading to the second level were on the other side of that wall at the front of the house. They were large and winding. At the very back of the house was a pantry, laundry, some supply and storage closets and an elevator.

We took the elevator down to the basement level. It was large and there were two extra rooms and a full bath. This house would serve my purposes well. I could put an armory down here and running track around the pool. The skylights would have to go on the upper level and the windows would need to be covered by a hi-tech UV varnish. Security would be easy. It just needed updating. I would have to call in my decorator for some extreme redecorating and if I paid her enough, I could make it happen quickly.

"There are four bedrooms and two full baths on the upper level. The master suite is very nice. Do you want to go up?"

"No. What's the asking price?"

"One point six."

"Offer them One point two in cash and I want all surrounding properties to this one. Find out who owns them and let me know. We'll be making offers. Now, drive me back to Rangeman."

"Would you like to stop for a drink on the way?"

I grinned at her, "Very much, but it can't be with you. I'm sorry." She gave an affronted look this time as we left the house and she was locking it behind us.

TBC-

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