Justin
"Almost dark," Jhondie said softly. I yawned and stretched, watching her graceful form standing by her bedroom window. I wasn't sure if I was totally reenergized or exhausted. My fingers were laced behind my head as I lay on her bed, not really wanting to move. It had been one hell of a day.
I hadn't exactly meant to throw Jhondie in the backseat and ravage her, it just happened. It hit me that we had all day before we had to get back to work, and the next thing I knew, I had her back there. She had this shocked look that I managed to out-move her, but after about thirty seconds, her look was totally different. She wasn't complaining about the accommodations, and I was pretty sure that if I tried to stop, I would get hurt.
Afterwards, we had to sneak back to my house to get some things for tonight. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to be getting back to my house until very late, and as soon as Jhondie and I could be alone for any length of time, we weren't going to be in a mood to tolerate interruptions that were work-related. Jhondie had a few pieces of equipment she kept at my place, and I wanted to pick up some of my notes and the like. We were going to work tonight no matter what.
Dad had the twins out, but I didn't know for how long, so we had to move fast. If he came back with them, I'd be stuck with the brats, and the last thing I wanted was them whining that I duct taped and locked them in the trunk while Jhondie and I were otherwise occupied. Jhondie got the stuff she wanted, and I was having a hard time finding my disks. There was a couple that I knew I had tossed on my desk the night before, or at least I thought I did, but I couldn't find them for anything. Jhondie had more than once warned me about my lack of organizational skills. I was just glad that she wasn't in the mood to tease me about them today. I must have left the disks in the trunk of the car. I meant to go look for them, but once we got back into the car, all it took was a look from Jhondie, and I peeled rubber getting over to her place.
I insisted on making a quick stop at a drug store before getting back to her house. Despite her insistence, I would rather err on the side of caution. Well, at least in this situation. And while I was thinking rationally. We still managed to get back to her house in record time, and except for about an hour or so break, Eye's Only was the last thing on either of our minds. I couldn't get enough of her, and she wasn't trying to discourage me in the slightest. Late in the afternoon I slept for a while, waking up when Jhondie shook me to let me know it was getting dark.
"I think this is one of the few times I've ever been tempted to tell him that we just couldn't get what he needed," I commented. She smiled. God, she was beautiful, just standing at the window wearing my shirt. I supposed technically she wasn't as beautiful as Denise, but the way she smiled and moved and those incredible green eyes of hers made her the most beautiful woman that I'd ever seen.
Jhondie crawled back into bed, straddling me. "You would really skip out on the boss just for a few more hours of us?" she teased.
"Baby, if you don't get off of me, you're going to get more of an answer than you want," I replied quite honestly. There was something about her that I just could not resist. Work was important, but she was so much more than mere important. It wasn't something I could express in words, but I hoped she could get what I was trying to say even without saying it.
She slid off of me with a smile. Death, destruction and despair. Broken world. Calamity. Remember those. Mrs. Harris wasn't coming back until Sunday afternoon. There was still Saturday to get revenge on Jhondie for that sensual little slide. Oh yes, much revenge. True, I had promised to do something with the twins and get them out of Dad's hair, but having them count carpet fibers in the trunk counted as something.
We got dressed quickly. I favored jeans for night work like this, while Jhondie had this black cat suit that she preferred. She said it was easier for her to do jumps in spandex rather than denim. I couldn't argue much as she slid a jacket over it. I would much rather watch her work in spandex than denim any night of the week.
She pulled her hair back from her face, but let the back hang long. There had only been one time that I'd seen her let her barcode be exposed, and that was when she was not Jhondie. She had been X5-182 right then, tracking the killer of Dr. Harris. I could only hope that was the last time I ever saw X5-182 ever again. I had never been afraid of Jhondie, but 182 had scared the hell out of me.
Jhondie had a small bag that she kept her things in. Lock pick kit. Some rope. Tweezers. A knife. There were a few pieces of metal that she said were essential. I didn't question. She was far better trained in this than I was. This time we also included some hamburger laced with animal tranquilizers that we'd picked up today from Dr. Lee (we hadn't spent every moment of the day in her bedroom, but it was the fastest round-trip ever). I wasn't sure where Dr. Lee got his stuff, but it had always worked.
It was full dark when we left. I had called Dad earlier and told him that Jhondie and I were going to a club, so he wasn't expecting us until late. We were going to have to be much more careful this time since they possibly had their wind up that there was something wrong. I was hoping they hadn't called the courier service and found out about the story. If so, the disks were sure to be long gone, and I didn't want to have to tell the boss why we lost the evidence. He might be able to appreciate why we didn't break into the office Wednesday night; he would not be amused to hear we were too busy to go after it today.
We went to the place where we'd hidden Jhondie's car the first time we'd tried breaking in. It was far enough away that we could run it, but it not be noticed. There weren't many people out, even with curfew not being rigorously enforced. We kept to the shadows, Jhondie walking ahead of me. If she got caught with that kind of equipment by the cops, they would try to arrest her. She could get away and I could be an innocent bystander. It was a little embarrassing hiding behind my girlfriend, but sometimes you just had to accept the facts. She was designed for this kind of thing. I was learning from her, not the other way around.
We made it to the construction yard with no problems. I made a hand gesture to her. Are you ready? She smiled and got out the hamburger. She slunk around the fence, and after a few seconds, I heard growls. There was the slobbering sound of dogs eating, and then in a few minutes, nothing but silence. Jhondie came back around, and made a gesture. All clear. I nodded.
She jumped the fence easily, picked the lock, and let me in. The front gates locked on the outside, but this back one had to be locked from the inside. I guess they thought someone breaking in would have an easier time going through the front, but they would be more likely to get caught. Most people weren't expecting a rogue super-soldier to be the one breaking in. Within seconds security was disabled, and we were in.
Our plan was a little different this time. Since Jhondie didn't need any light in there, she was going in while I stood watch. Not that I was really expecting anything to happen. Nobody had any clue we were even there. I walked around the trailer, keeping to the shadows. I couldn't hear the slightest sound from inside. Damn, she was good.
There was a slight sound from where the dogs were. I crept towards them carefully, hoping none were waking up. I wasn't sure if maybe there was an animal on the outside of the fence or what, but it was worth checking out, even if it was too dark to make out five feet in front of me. The dogs were still sleeping, and I let out my breath in relief. And that was when I felt something slam me in the back, knocking me face first into the gravel.
Jhondie
I rooted around the office carefully, looking for the safe where the disks were. I finally found it disguised as a desk. Pretty clever actually. The safe part of it was actually where the drawers were. I went to pull one out, and then noticed the tiny hinges. A normal thief wouldn't have been able to see them, but normal was not a word that had ever been used to describe me. The drawers were a façade. Behind them was a nice heavy safe. It had an electronic keypad system and tumblers. Either one would be a pain to crack. Together, they were impossible. You'd have to remove the safe and then spend hours trying to open it without using explosives. Or you would call your favorite transgenic to come and lend a hand.
It took me three minutes. I opened them, and there was a box with the courier label still attached. I opened it, and there were the disks. I grinned. The boss was going to be so pleased. I put everything back how I had found it, not wanting them to guess until the last possible moment that there had been a break-in. Hopefully by then the evidence would be uploaded to the boss, and he would be well pleased with us yet again.
A sound outside caught my attention. Steps on gravel. Wasn't Justin. He had moved a little while before. This was from the wrong direction that Justin had gone. I grabbed the disks quickly, jumping to my feet when I heard the thud. Somebody had just eaten dirt. I would like to say I kept calm and cool and ran out their, beat up whoever had gone after Justin, and we ran off with the evidence, but that didn't happen. The love of my life was in danger, and I basically panicked.
I ran out to the porch area, grabbing the railing to jump over the side. I vaguely felt something hit me from behind, making me stumble a step. In that moment of blind desperation to get to Justin, I didn't even notice dropping the disks. I lashed out in a roundhouse kick, feeling myself making contact with a body. There was a feminine cry as I slammed into her, but I didn't stay to see if I had done any real damage. I was over the railing in a flash, running around to the back of the trailer, ready to kill whatever had dared to touch him.
"You don't ever touch my sister again!" came a menacing growl from the guy standing over Justin who was flat on his back. Mitchell? Who cared, he was a dead man.
In a move that impressed even me, Justin lashed out quickly, catching the side of Mitchell's knees with his foot, knocking the big guy off balance. Justin was on his feet in an instant, in an attack stance that I had taught him. I paused for a moment. Mitchell was bigger, but Justin was far smarter and had been given self-defense lessons by a trained should-have-been assassin.
"I never laid a finger on her," Justin said quietly, but not dropping his guard. "She picked the fight with Jhondie, she got what she deserved."
"No girl can do that!" Mitchell declared, and then took a powerful swing at Justin. I could see the muscles bunching in his arms. A guy like that could break bones with a single hit.
Justin ducked to the left, grabbing Mitchell's wrist and letting his momentum carry the big guy right into his knee. He followed up with an elbow into Mitch's kidney. I winced; trust me, that's one of the more painful things you can do to another human being. Justin whipped around, dropping his knee and using his elbow to shove Mitchell forward. Mitchell fell onto the ground, rolling over, groaning. Justin was smirking, still in an attack stance. Pretty hot looking actually.
"Guess you don't need help," I said in a low voice.
He shot me a glance. "It's covered. You got the…" his words were cut off as Mitchell grabbed a handful of dirt and pebbles, throwing it into Justin's face. He came off of the ground, his far greater weight shoving Justin backwards into the side of the trailer. One meaty hand pulled back in a fist while the other latched around Justin's throat.
He never got the chance to make contact. One second I was ten feet away from them, the next I had Mitchell's wrist in hand. For once I didn't even think about exposure or being a weak girl. The palm of my hand landed on the bridge of his nose, blood squirting in a fine spray as I felt the bone and cartilage fracture under my hand. He howled, falling back off of Justin. I caught him hard with a kick to the solar plexus, and then a fast spin kick to the side of the head. He slumped to the ground, breathing, but not moving. Good enough.
"You okay?" I asked Justin quickly. He was rubbing his throat, but nodded.
"I could have handled him," he said. Was he teasing me or was it a testosterone thing?
I gave him a tiny smile. "I know…we just watch our partner's back, right?" I said quickly. He smiled at me and shook his head lightly.
"You found the disks?" he asked. My smile collapsed and I looked down at my empty hands. Oh hell!
"Jhondie?" Justin said my name warningly. Our eyes met.
"Some chick hit me, and I dropped them," I whispered. Girl. Mitchell was here. Girl hit me.
"Denise!" we both chorused, running like hell around the side of the trailer.
