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This chapter: And having cast all his strength into it, he dealt the dragon a deadly thrust; but the spear glanced aside, for the scales of the beast were like steel plates, and withstood the blow. Then the dragon, infuriated by the thrust, lashed itself against the knight and his horse, and threw out a vapour deadlier than before, and cast lightnings upon him from its eyes. And it writhed, an evil thing, about him, so that one would have said he must have been crushed; and wherever he thrust at it, that part was as if it had been clad in mail. (St. George and the Dragon; copyright, Kellscraft Studio, 1999)
Jack Hench welcomed Senor Senior Sr. into his office as if he was a visiting head of state. The elderly Senior looked resplendent in his white suit and struck a commanding presence as he strode purposefully across the office to take the offered seat across from his host's desk. Senior sat resting his hands on the end of his cane as Jack sat down in his own chair after seeing Senior enter without saying anything. Jack's danger sense kicked into high gear at the normally polite man's lack of greeting.
"Wonderful to see you Senior, it has been quite some time since you have graced me with a personal visit. You look very well and so I presume retirement suits you. How's Junior?"
Senior did not immediately respond as he seemed to peer casually around Jack's office. He let the tension build for a while before he finally spoke.
"I have received several disturbing messages from my son that precipitated several discreet inquires on my part into his recent activities. I would like to know if he has made any unusual requests to you or your organization."
Jack sat back in his chair and steepled his hands before his face as he appeared to consider Senior's request. "Senior you know that the confidentiality of my clients is absolute, even from family members. If Junior was taking advantage of my services, then I would be unable to reveal that to anyone including you".
"I appreciate the discretion that is required in order for you to do business Mr. Hench. But you and I have worked together many times in the past and I ask you to allow me this one professional courtesy. I promise to be discreet".
"And if I refuse the request?" Jack looked carefully over his hands trying to gauge Senior's resolve.
"I am retired Mr. Hench I am not dead". Senior's gaze did not waiver and it was Jack who first looked away.
"That almost sounds like a threat?" said Jack. Senior merely shrugged his shoulders in response.
Jack reached down and tapped his fingers on his desk and then reached for his computer. He typed in some commands and then appeared to look carefully at what was displayed before him. He then playfully swiveled his computer back and forth as if in contemplation and finally stopped with the computer half way turned toward Senior.
"I have called up some of the unusual orders my companies have received lately but like I said I can't divulge this information to you."
"That is regretful", said Senior looking very unhappy.
"Sorry wish I could have be more helpful. Now I know how busy you are in your retirement but let me fix you a drink from my private liquor cache before you go." Jack got up from his desk and moved to a nearby liquor cabinet and turned his back to Senior.
His guest was surprised by Jack's actions and was momentarily confused until he realized what was happening. Senior reached forward and turned the computer around to view what was on the screen. He saw a long list of orders from clients to Hench Co. for various scientific, research, and military items. It didn't take long for Senior to locate where Junior had used their business connections to order several hard to get, high-tech, expensive items. Senior was about to stop looking when he found there was another unexpected name on the list of clients. A very interesting unexpected name. He turned the computer back around and leaned back in his chair just as Jack finished their drinks and came back offering Senior one.
"Well for old times' sake I wish I could have been more help to you, but you understand".
"Yes I do", said Senior as he raised his glass in toast to Jack.
"What will you do now?"
"Well it seems I must be as the Americans say 'A Wedding Crasher'".
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This was like a damn military campaign thought James. When he served in the Proconsul's military, he had been a prime squad leader in charge of multiple aspects of unit design and cohesion.
Since this massive wedding was happening at his house, and almost every decision went through him, he had been reduced to a glorified wedding planner. Instead of armor he had tuxedos and dresses. Instead of munitions and ordnance he had bouquets and flowers. Instead of rations and supplies he had buffets, chefs, desserts, cakes, and champagne fountains. Instead of air support he had photographers. Instead of appeasing senseless generals he had bride-grooms. Instead of incompetent dictators he had bridezillas.
It wasn't like his work had not benefited from the deal he had made for his assistance. He had been giving technical problems, schematic, formulas, and even shown bits of equipment to his uncles and their fiancés for weeks now. The aid and consultation they had provided had advanced his work by months. He made sure to never give them a look at the whole picture and spread out the work so they didn't have the chance to collaborate. He even sometimes gave them meaningless red herrings to throw off suspicions and to confuse any overall guesses as to his goals. But the greatest distraction was the wedding itself. Anytime one of them appeared ready to question him he merely directed the conversation back to the wedding and all questions seemed to vanish.
With only a week left before the wedding, he wondered what fresh hell he had volunteered for. He had some inclination that he wanted to experience the whole family thing that he had never known before. But maybe he should have started with something less titanic then a quadruple wedding.
The workers had been at his house for days now arranging, building, and organizing the upcoming wedding. They had just quit for the day and now James was alone in his kitchen staring at all the preparations that still needed to be done. He poured himself a stiff drink and then doubled it. It was good that he was by himself now because his nerves were a little frayed.
There was one good piece of news though that brought a smile to his lips. He had called Lyra yesterday and asked her to attend the wedding as his date and she had accepted. He would make arrangements for her to arrive later this week and perhaps he could convince her to stay for a little while after the wedding. Yeah, maybe?
It was then that his proximity alarm system alerted him that a car was approaching the house. He was not expecting anyone and was not in the mood for wedding business or company at this time. Maybe they would just go away. Then his front door bell rang and he angrily got up from the table and stormed to the door.
"By the seven shades of dark ruby hell, what now?" James yelled as he opened the door. He had hoped to convey the wrath of an angry giant in his manner and was more successful than he could have hoped for.
There was cab out in front of his house and a single person in front of the door. It was a woman dressed in a yellow off the shoulder summer dress that showed off much of her legs. Around her neck glittered a golden chain on which a large sapphire gem hung directly between her breasts. The sun was just setting in the background and the last light of the day illuminated his visitor's hair, turning it a sparkling gold color. Lyra's expression was one of surprise, embarrassment, and horror all rolled into one. This was definitely not the greeting she had been expecting.
"I'm sorry…I'll just be going", she muttered as she turned back toward the cab. James was so stunned that she was a third of the way back to the cab before he shot out the door as if blown from a cannon.
"Wait, wait, wait", he said as he caught up to her and blocked her path to the cab. He could already see wetness around her eyes and when she looked up at him he could already see her embarrassment was quickly turning to anger.
"Yes", Lyra grated through clenched teeth.
James was no stranger to danger, combat, and life and death situations but he found himself now in unfamiliar territory, the realm of women. He believed in an old rule that says if you don't know what to do then its best to do what you know. So he did what he had been trained to do since a child. He went in for the kill. James pulled Lyra to him and kissed her with all the passion he believed he could muster at the time.
For the first five seconds of the kiss, Lyra struggled against it and at ten seconds she relaxed into it. At thirty seconds she had wrapped her arms around James. At a minute she was pressing her body into him while standing on one foot while the other rose up so she could get a better angle on his mouth. At two minutes the cab driver got out and moved Lyra's bags to the ground next to the kissing couple.
Without breaking the kiss or even opening his eyes, James moved one hand down to his wallet and removed some bills and handed them to the cab driver. The driver looked at the cash which was ten times the value of the ride and simply went back to his car and pulled away.
Ten minutes later the sun had fully set and only the light from the open front door now shown on the kissing couple. An alarm started beeping indicating an open access point, the door, and it finally woke them both from their lip locked trance. James pulled back but didn't release Lyra.
"Good answer", said Lyra with eyes wide open and her breathing rapid and heavy.
"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for being a senseless fool. I didn't expect you until later this week".
"I know but when you called yesterday you seemed rather stressed and I thought you might want some company. If I was wrong, I can come back later?"
"No, I could definitely use the company of someone unrelated to all this wedding stuff".
"I had a cab here a moment ago but it seemed to have abandoned me", said Lyra as she looked around and found her bags sitting next to them.
"I sent it away".
"But I had arranged to go to my hotel later".
James picked up her luggage and began walking toward the house. "You won't need a hotel. I wouldn't think of you having to stay somewhere else. I have an absolutely decadent guest room made out just for you".
"Wait a minute. I don't know if we're well acquainted enough for me to be spending a week alone with you in your house", said Lyra as she crossed her arms while making a rather adorable pouty face. "How do I know you won't try to take advantage of me?"
James stopped and put the luggage down. He tapped his finger against his chin as he appeared to contemplate the situation. "Well you know I just might". James reached down and carried her luggage into the house.
As Lyra stood outside, a small shiver ran through her body and she didn't know if it was the chill of the night air or something else entirely. "He just might at that".
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Seamus liked New Orléans it was his kind of town. The atmosphere, the people, the fun, and the food were all worth the trip. Too bad he was here with mister stick in the mud.
Seamus's four person tactical support team was here to back up Special Agent in Charge Will Du in his investigation. They had been in the city for two days now tracking down leads and attempting to request aid from local law enforcement and support agencies. However, they were getting the proverbial run around and surprisingly little support. All of their requests for surveillance and information were being bogged down with red tape and jurisdictional jargon. Their warrants were being denied and at times it even seemed the local authorities were actually hindering them. They were polite about it but Seamus could sense something was wrong.
Sure GJ was technically under the United Nations but it worked hand in hand with various national government agencies around the world including the U.S. and its individual states. Sometimes there was a little push back from the locals about GJ interference or jurisdictional muscle flexing but this was different.
"We aren't making much progress", said Seamus as he and his team followed Will from a local police station after failing to retrieve the surveillance footage they requested.
"That depends on your viewpoint", said Will as he turned and started walking seemingly without purpose up the street.
The team all looked to Seamus and they just followed in behind the special agent. Seamus's team consisted of three other members, agents Teresa Frye, Allen Johnson, and Matt Zinner. All three were GJ tactical agents specializing in combat support, criminal investigation, and anti-terrorism work.
"Care to elaborate sir?"
"We are being stonewalled at a very high level. That means that either we have landed in the most corrupt law enforcement area in the world or that someone doesn't want us getting any closer than we already are".
"So should we call in more help?"
"Not yet. If someone is actively working against us, I want to see how far they are willing to go to slow us down before I call in bigger guns".
"If I may ask sir, just what are we doing here?"
"The analysis by Mr. Load and confirmed by our own science division indicated that the mutant killed in Las Vegas originated in the Louisiana coastal region. That combined with my investigation of Ms. Rockwaller and her disappearance both point to this city".
"How so?"
"The last records we have of Ms. Rockwaller are her transits to and from New Orléans. That means that she came and left for a purpose. After that she completely fell off the face of the planet. To disappear that completely from us is a feat not easily accomplished. When you add in the sudden appearance of the mutants', right after her disappearance it raises suspicions. In the end they may be two different things but regardless for now they both lead here".
"You really think Kim's old high school pain could pull off something like those crazy mutant things?"
"Perhaps, Ms. Rockwaller had serious hatred issues with Kim Possible. Although I rarely understand the power of hatred, I do respect it. It is necessary for our line of work".
"Plan on keeping that attitude when you get to sit in the Director's chair?" Seamus smiled back at his team who were professional enough to appear to ignore the conversation.
"Yes I would, but I highly doubt I would be the one chosen to be the next Director".
"You really think she would go for Possible?"
Will stopped walking and turned to Seamus and his team. "Which one?"
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"Go girl, get you some", said Sibyl as she watched the image on the wall of the viewing room at the estate. The image came from the magical gem that rested in the necklace Lyra had on. The image showed first James and then the interior of his house as James gave Lyra a tour of his home.
With the aid of the gem they were recording and viewing everything and every place Lyra visited.
"You know we could do our own reality show. We could call it 'Between Lyra's Breasts'. No that sounds too pornographic. Of course, we market it as a pornographic reality show", said Sibyl. Bonnie said nothing as she stood rubbing the back of her neck as she tried to ignore Sibyl's juvenile ranting.
"Don't you think they make a cute couple?"
"Yeah, just wonderful", said Bonnie as she watched James as he talked to Lyra. She noticed that she had an excellent vantage point to see that James actually spoke to Lyra's face and not to her breasts as most men were want to do. A gentleman, how surprising, I wonder how long he will be able to keep his hands off her?
"Has Lyra arrived yet?" asked Opal as she stepped silently into the room. Bonnie jumped as she had not noticed Opal until the tall woman spoke.
"Yes she has mistress and she has gained access to the house where the wedding will take place", said Sibyl.
"Excellent work you two. Continue to monitor and update me of any significant change. Inform Lyra this is an observation assignment only. She is not to take any action that could reveal herself".
"Thank you mistress, this is just us thinking outside the box. Or in the case of Lyra and her boy toy thinking inside her box". Sibyl made a crude gesture of her sliding the finger of one hand into the rolled up fingers of her other hand. Bonnie merely threw her head back and rolled her eyes at Sibyl's childish display. Opal merely smiled and glided silently to her chair and sat down. Sibyl chose that moment to approach Bonnie with a seductive smile and an exaggerated swing of her hips.
"Hey, we've been so busy that you and I haven't had the chance to hang out together. Maybe we can get together tonight and have some fun".
"Sorry, Junior is coming back this evening and I must make sure he brought back what I wanted from California". Bonnie tried to step past Sibyl but the caramel skinned witch moved to block her.
"So I'm not good enough for you now that you found that overgrown child".
"You were never good enough for me". Sibyl froze and her mouth dropped at the icy tone of Bonnie's voice as she stepped past her to talk to Opal. When Bonnie had moved far enough from Sibyl, she approached Opal and spoke so only she could hear her.
"This situation may be an opportunity for you", said Bonnie.
"How so my dear?"
"You are looking for a new body to act as your vessel but you also want to form new and powerful blood lines".
"Correct".
"Well here is your chance. Imagine Lyra and this son of Shego, what's his name".
"James, dear".
"Yeah him. One of your most powerful descendants and Shego's only biological son, they could make some strange babies".
"There is truth in your words, my dear. However, I have not ruled out Lyra as my next vessel".
"I thought you wanted one of the other children".
"Perhaps or it might be better to let them produce a new generation. I will make my decision when we have gathered more information on the subjects".
Well Lyra I tried, thought Bonnie. Bonnie was about to leave and return to the city to meet Junior when she had another thought. "Mistress may I ask you a rather personal question?"
"Of course my dear".
"Why haven't you just had more children of your own?"
Opal face fell and she didn't immediately respond. Bonnie began to feel like she might have asked the wrong question.
"I can't have children".
"May I ask why not?"
"It has something to do with the magic used to transfer my essence to a new body. When the transfer is complete, the new body I inhabit is then barren. I am unable to conceive and believe me I have tried".
"So that's why the children are so important".
"Yes. You see after I transfer my essence to the new body it slowly changes into what you see before you now, becoming larger, blacker, or whiter depending on the body. I have looked quite different over the ages. It has helped me remain hidden".
Both Opal and Bonnie quieted as Sibyl approached them. Sibyl seemed to pointedly ignore Bonnie and addressed Opal directly.
"Mistress I have news on the ones who are inquiring about us in the city".
"Show them to me". Sibyl moved to the wall and the image changed to a view showing five individuals, four men and one woman, dressed in GJ uniforms walking the streets of New Orléans.
"There they are right there", said Sibyl as she froze the image on the wall showing Will, Seamus, and their team.
"How do we know they are looking for us?" said Bonnie.
"The reports we have received from our people inside local law enforcement is that they named you personally in their investigation. They also seem to be searching for evidence of Gill's mutants".
"I told you using them in that damn attack would tip them off", said Bonnie angrily.
"Yes, just as I expected it to", said Opal as she rose from her chair and moved closer to the image on the wall.
"You expected this. You mean you wanted them to come after us?"
"Yes I did. Sibyl how is their investigation proceeding?"
"I have used our resources to hinder them at every turn. They will be weeks in gaining any actual useful information on us".
"Stop hindering them. Allow them free access to whatever they wish", said Opal as she turned to leave the room. Both Sibyl and Bonnie looked at Opals request with shock.
"Mistress if they are left to their own devices then they will surely discover the shop", said Sibyl.
"Yes, they will. Sibyl I want you to go to the shop and take your playthings with you. Prepare a proper greeting for them when they arrive".
"Why risk them finding us at all. These fools aren't even the ones we are after in the first place", said Bonnie.
"But they are known to our true enemy. If you want to set a trap for them my dear, it is best to use live bait. Now excuse me as I have to check in on another project I am working on".
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It was late and his infernal cousin was snoring so loud he couldn't sleep. Well it didn't matter because he was deep into the research now anyway. This had been so much more fun than last time.
"Progress report Doctor".
Drakken almost jumped out of his blue skin. Damn couldn't they make just a little bit of noise when they moved about?
"The initial trials have proven very successful. We should be able to create an actual event very soon. We are moving faster than initial estimates".
"Excellent Doctor. What about the secondary projects?"
"We have the prototypes on line but we have had some bio-wetware interface problems that I hope to solve when we develop the test types. We could proceed much faster but only with a higher energy output source".
"We are too near a major city for that. It would show up to easily even to casual scans. We will soon have guests arriving and I don't want to tip our hand too soon. What about the vehicles?"
"For those you'll have to ask him", Drakken indicated the still snoring Motor Ed.
"Maybe later, for now continue your work".
"When will we get to go out?" asked Drakken excitedly and hopefully.
"Soon Doctor, quite soon".
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The time was very late and the night was dark. The intruder crept along the house moving from room to room and shadow to shadow. For weeks it had been spying and providing data back to its creator. It was cautious and careful to avoid detection from the inhabitants of the house. It was only the red-haired women that seemed to detect it from time to time. The older one would stop, look, and appear concerned as she checked their defensive systems but could find no trace of the dark thing. The younger one was even more troubling as she could almost sense it when it drew near.
The fact that the younger one could almost detect it made it a curiosity to the dark thing. So on this evening it once again slunk into her room as she slept. The dark spider creeping along the floor and then upon the bed. The girl lay snuggled under her covers but as the spider drew near her dreams began to fill with darkness as it accessed her mind. The girl began to whimper and cry as darkness that she did not understand seeped into her dreams.
"Heeyaah", cried George, the naked mole rat, as he leapt from his pillow at the black spider. The thing was caught off guard and with George's impact both tumbled from the bed to the floor below. Gracie grunted in her sleep and turned over but didn't waken.
George curled into a ball and rolled when he hit the floor only to then spring out of the roll in a fighting stance. He didn't know what this thing was but he sensed the malevolence that radiated from it and knew it was a danger to his friends. George could not tell much about the thing as it was very indistinct, as if its form was fluid and ever changing. The thing was only about the size of a cat, how bad could it really be?
The dark spider hissed and changed right before George's eyes. The figure elongated like a snake with one end ending in a dark tooth filled mouth and the other like a barbed pointed tail.
"Uh-oh", said George as now the dark serpent slithered toward him. George scampered away just as the dark serpent's head struck where he had just been. The thing quickly gave chase as George circled the room. He ran under chairs, around tables, and over cabinets always with the dark serpent close behind. He knocked over pictures, threw pens and books, but it either avoided or just ignored everything he tossed in its way.
George ran to Gracie's computer desk and as he rushed across it his luck changed. The dark serpent suddenly appeared in front of him and before he could dodge its tail lashed out bashing him into Gracie's jewelry stand. The blow was painful and the inky black surface of the creature was painful to touch. George found himself covered in a myriad collection of Gracie's necklaces. He tried to shake off the effects of the blow before it was too late but the dark thing rose above and the end with the mouth struck with blinding speed. George's only thought was that he had failed to help his friends.
Instead of his own scream of pain, George was rewarded with the painful cry of the dark thing. The thing had hit one of Gracie's necklaces and it recoiled in apparent pain. George recognized the necklace as a thick silver chain that supported Gracie's silver cross. George slowly pulled himself from the pile of jewelry while the shadowy serpent now circled him cautiously.
George pulled the silver chain free of the other necklaces and held it out in front of him. The dark thing recoiled from the chain but it still hissed and circled him. George had watched Kim and Shego train their children in martial combat for years and he had learned a thing or two. A boundless rage now swelled up inside of him as he began to swing the chain and the cross around his body like a martial master.
"Wooooyahhhh", cried George as he held the chain in a combat stance and made the fiercest and scariest face he could. He remembered from all the Kung Fu videos Shego and the kids watched that whichever fighter made the scariest face always won the battle.
This time both tiny Titans closed with each other hissing and crying in wrath. The serpent writhed and twisted dripping inky darkness from its fangs while George spun and twirled his chain and cross. The serpent struck and George countered. George swung the chain forward and the serpent leapt back avoiding the blow. From the desk to the chair, from the chair to the floor, from the floor to the bed they fought.
George was winded and hurt from many brushes with the creature's dark form but he had avoided any critical blows. The serpent' size had diminished as George had struck it again and again with the silver chain. Exposure to the pure metal seemed to sap and diminish the dark serpent's power.
The serpent retreated up the bed from George who spun the cross at his side as he pursued his foe up the side of Gracie's sleeping form. As they neared Gracie's head George saw that Gracie began to whimper and cry as the dark thing drew closer to her. This inflamed his anger and he dove forward intent on protecting his friend.
Just as he was about to strike, the serpent halted and reared its barbed tail over Gracie's head its threat rather obvious. George halted his advance as his enemy stood poised over Gracie. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to let the dark thing go but he couldn't risk his friend's safety. Fortunately for Gracie and him the creatures dark probing actually worked in their favor. Gracie in the midst of her dark dreaming turned violently moving her pillow that struck the intruder as its attention was focused on George.
Even off-balance the creature tried to sting George with its tail but he looped the end of the silver chain around it tail and pulled it tight. The dark serpent rolled forward trying to bite George who pressed the silver cross into its mouth jamming it open. The serpent wrapped itself around George's body and they tumbled to the floor.
"Eeeeeppppp", cried out George as the dark skin of the serpent sent terribly painful spasms through his body. The creature hissed in pain as well as the silver chain and cross bleed away its darkness. They rolled back and forth on the floor with the serpent refusing to release George and him refusing to release the chain that trapped it.
George could feel his strength fading and darkness began to creep into his sight. He had been a part of the Possible household for many years and they were his family. He knew that if one of them was in danger the others would never give up because they loved each other. He knew that he would never give up because he loved his friends. That gave him strength. This foul thing of darkness knew nothing of love or friendship. That proved its undoing.
With a last terrible and pitiful growl of pain and frustration the dark form lost integrity and began to fade away releasing George from its hold. In the end, nothing remained of his opponent but George heard a baleful cry of pain from outside the house and he rushed to the window. In the darkness of the night George could see nothing at first until a passing car traveled past on the street and the momentary illumination showed a dark humanoid standing just outside the yard. Once he knew where it was George could see the figure as it was darker than the night itself. Even through the window the distance, and the night George felt the thing looking at him with hatred and pain.
George leapt down from the window and rushed to Gracie's side as she slept. He wrapped the chain around her neck and placed the cross against her skin. George curled up next to her head on the pillow but he didn't go to sleep, not tonight, because he knew that death lurked just outside the window.
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James sat once again at the kitchen trying to concentrate on what he still needed to do for the upcoming wedding. He had taken Lyra on a tour of the entire house, except the basement, and all the stuff they were preparing for the wedding. Finally he had shown Lyra the room he had arranged for her and she had almost swooned when she saw it. The room was tiled in white marble with yellow silk sheets and curtains on a huge bed. The bathroom and bath were huge and he had set out her luggage in the large closet off the room while she collapsed on the bed. She had rolled over with her hair covering part of her face and asked if room service came with her room. When he saw her on the bed, it took a great deal of self-control on his part to not say or do something he might have regretted later.
Lyra had claimed some jet lag and had turned in soon thereafter. James had finished off his first bottle of Irish whiskey and was just starting his second when he looked up to see Lyra entering the kitchen. She was dressed in only a light blue nightie and the gold necklace she had worn earlier.
"Don't you ever sleep?" Lyra came over and moving his hands from the table sat down on his lap.
"Not as often as most".
"Why not?"
"I don't need it and I still have much to do".
"You are very nice to do so much for your family".
"Yes, I may die of niceness long before I die in battle".
"I think it best we talk about something other than dying in the first place", said Lyra as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"What do you wish to talk about?"
"Well since I am your date and the wedding is at your house that makes me kind of the hostess doesn't it".
"I guess so".
"Then I want to know about all the people that are attending, so I can converse with them without looking like a fool".
"Well a lot of very important people are going to be attending the wedding".
"That sounds interesting. How are you ever going to protect so many important people at your home? Aren't you afraid of something happening like it did in Las Vegas?"
"I wouldn't worry about that. My home is a fortress with many layers of defensive systems".
"Well aren't you just full of surprises. I want to hear all about those as well".
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It was a terrible anachronism but Bonnie felt that in this instance it was ironic and applicable. She had removed all her clothing as Junior helped her into the HATE (Heavy Advanced Tactical Exoskeleton) hardware. The HATE system was the latest military soldier upgrade system. A motorized muscle control system with linkages in the feet, ankles, knees, hips, back, shoulders, neck, elbows, wrists, and hands. Each joint was linked together by high tensile strength monofilament fibers that were powered by a battery worn on the back of the user and controlled by a partial AI neural interface in the neck. Bonnie was naked in between the motorized joints.
"It seems a bit drafty", she said as she looked at the open areas not covered by the exoskeleton.
"I don't know, it makes you look all ass of bad", said Junior as he gazed longingly at her exquisite physical form.
"Badass, you idiot", said Bonnie but she was laughing as she said it. "Seriously it still is rather risqué in the fashion department".
"That is why you must wear this along with it". Junior held up black and grey clothing that would cover the rest of her body. "This is brand new light combat tactical armor. It is titanium and Kevlar monofilament fibers woven together that is bullet, tear, puncture, and temperature resistant".
Bonnie held up the outfit and thought it wasn't that bad in the style department. Junior had retrieved all the weapons and armor she had requested on his trip to California. She put the clothes down and walked up to the hotel wall and struck out with her fist. The blow went straight through the wall and she didn't feel any pain what so ever. Junior had rented the entire floor of the hotel for them so no one complained about the hole, yet. Oh yeah this rocks, thought Bonnie.
"Does this make you happy my turtle-dove?"
"Yes it does my dearest". Bonnie turned around and quickly approached Junior and shoved him back onto the bed. Then she quite literally ripped the pants from his body. Then while still wearing the exoskeleton she climbed atop him.
"Your turtle-dove likes this a lot", she began rocking back and forth atop him taking pleasure from not only the sex but in the newfound strength the exoskeleton gave her.
She was almost ready to move against Kim and that also made her happy. The wedding was now only a few days away and she needed to decide how she wanted to send her regards.
Author's Notes:
Yes I know this was a positioning chapter to set up where the characters are and what everyone is doing.
George's fight with the spider/serpent was kind of my precursor to the conflict that will soon be coming.
Next chapter; A Wedding to Remember