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Chapter 13: Hacker
Janessa sped toward the North Gate debating where to look for the individual she needed to talk to. As she roared past the guard shack she raised her left hand off the handlebar to render a one-fingered salute to USAFA before turning onto the freeway on-ramp. Janessa headed toward the other end of the Springs.
First I'll try that little spot over by the Golden Bee. If he's not there, I'll head over to Manitou. The Golden Bee…now there's a place that has a wonderful history with the Academy. Those fuzzy bee stickers were everywhere. If I remember correctly…Jan dodged between two cars as she roared toward Union Avenue. You put a fuzzy bee sticker under the brim of your service cap for every civilian you banged in the dorms and didn't get caught. That place is such a joke. Core values my ass. "Integrity first. Service before self. Excellence in all we do." I believe that last part. Excellence in all we rape and assault.
Janessa cut between another couple of cars, getting off the freeway. She drove slowly down the road, rolling her eyes as she passed the Golden Bee.
Just a little further now…Ah! Here we go.
Jan turned into a side alley leading to the back entrance of a computer shop. She'd already spotted the CLOSED sign out front so she went around back.
C'mon Jason, I know you're here. You live, eat, sleep, and breathe this shop.
She pulled up to the back entrance, noting the beat-up hatchback in the parking lot and the lighted outline of the door.
I know you're in there.
Jan parked her bike and climbed off, noticing the light around the door suddenly wink out.
Ah. Up to no good are we?
Jan tried to compose her face, even going so far as to wipe the smile off and stomp on it. This only caused her grin to widen.
Enough already.
Jan proceeded to pound on the door yelling, "OPEN UP! THIS IS THE POLICE!" and burst into uncontrolled laughter, stepping back from the door. She could see someone was looking out the peephole, when the door was suddenly thrown open.
"You are such a BITCH Janessa!"
"Yeah, but you love me anyway." Janessa strode to up to the man, catching him up in a bear hug. "Jason! My man! How's my favorite hacker doing?"
Jason pulled back from the embrace, looking Jan in the eyes, "Hacker? I don't know what you're talking about," he laughed. Jason took a step back taking a moment to look Janessa up and down.
Janessa struck a defiant pose under the scrutiny; head tilted back, a haughty look on her face.
"Damn girl, you gone feral on me?" Jason asked as he took in the leather and the bow and quiver strapped to her back.
"Something like that," Janessa replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
Jason took several steps back turning to reenter the shop. He looked back over his shoulder, "So you coming with?"
"I'm there," Janessa answered, following Jason into the shop, turning as he closed the door and engaged the multiple locks. Janessa raised one eyebrow and commented, "Paranoid much?"
"You know me. Better safe than sorry," Jason responded with a shrug.
Jan laughed as she clapped her friend on the shoulder, "You are never gonna change, man."
"I hope not."
Janessa followed Jason into the back room of the computer shop he owned. The small room was every computer geek's dream come true. Everywhere you looked there were monitors and computers, each one performing multiple tasks.
Jason had sat down in a rolling chair before the bank of terminals. "You are so lucky I didn't wipe out all the drives when you yelled, 'Police!' Damn lucky I recognized your voice after all this time."
"Up to no good as always," Jan shook her head.
"So what can I do for you? I imagine you have a good reason for being here, other than a social call on an old friend. You never do anything without a purpose girl, so spit it out. How can the master help you today?" Jason queried.
"Perceptive as always, gotta give you credit man, you never lose that edge," Jan commented. "You're right, I do need something. I'm counting on those pack-rat tendencies of yours to pay off. You remember those NVGs I left with you when I got the boot? I need them, like, now."
"Sheesh girl, you don't ask for much do ya?" Jason complained. "Lucky for you, I AM a pack-rat, and an organized one at that. I got what ya need right here." Jason slid over to a cabinet in a corner, standing up to remove a box from the top shelf. He slid back to Jan. "Voila!" he announced, handing the box to her.
"You're good. I ever tell you that?" she responded, opening up the package.
"Not nearly enough. Not nearly enough."
Janessa pulled the advanced Night Vision Goggles out of the box, checking them over.
"The battery pack is fully charged and everything should be in working order. Kept them in good shape 'cause you never know when you might need something like that," Jason explained, smiling at the kid-in-a-candy-store grin on Jan's face.
"No doubt about it. You ARE the MAN," Janessa affirmed, sliding the goggles back into their carrying case.
"Hey, I'm sure you're in a hurry, but if you get a moment, Miss I-Have-A-Gold-Medal, stop by and actually stay in touch this time, ok?" Jason requested.
"I will do my best. You know what to do if I drop off the grid, right?" Janessa reminded.
"Hon, all the safeguards are in place. The appropriate authorities will receive those 'packets' and USAFA will go up in flames, or at the very least suffer some serious wildfires," he answered, smirking.
"Don't forget the little 'electronic storm' we engineered," Jan pointed out.
"How could I forget? I have to reset the system every 36 hours or bye-bye defense network. Best program I ever co-wrote. Make judgment day look like a joke," Jason bragged.
Janessa rolled her eyes. "And THAT is why we never worked out, Mr. I'm-All-About-Global-Domination."
"Get out of here. You have better things to do than stand there stalking to me. Go raise hell," Jason cajoled Jan as she headed for the door.
"Thanks. You should know, buddy," Jan returned as she undid the numerous locks so she could get out. She opened the door to find Jason behind her, ready to lock up. "Don't you ever get claustrophobic in here?"
"No. Now give me a hug and go the fuck away. You bother me," Jason admonished, giving Jan a one-armed hug as he practically shoved her out the door, closing it with a resounding slam and multiple clicks.
"Love you too man!" Jan yelled as she walked toward her bike.
That man is a complete nut. Mission #1 accomplished though. It's too late to get anything else done. Might as well head back.
Jan stowed the NVGs in one of the saddlebags, climbed onto her bike and zoomed off toward her sponsors'.
I need some serious sleep. Between the time trial, practice and that Tim fiasco I am wiped.
Janessa had to fight to keep her eyes open and the bike between the lines. Just as she reached Woodman Ave. the rain that she had smelled in the air all day came pouring down on her. The cold rain helped wake her up somewhat.
Good thing my leathers are waterproof. Might want to wear the trench coat next time though. Almost there.
Jan pulled up to the house and punched the pass code into the keypad to open the garage. She walked the bike in and hit the button to close the door. Jan failed to notice through the heavy rain the blacked-out suburban parked up the street.
From his position in the blacked-out truck Hayden watched the target enter the garage and close the door behind her. He ran his hand through his short golden blonde hair. Tim had called Hayden after she has left him at the overlook. Like Tim, Hayden knew Janessa from the Academy and was far less likely than another operative to underestimate her abilities. Hayden smiled, rubbing the scar on his left forearm that reached from his wrist to the inside of his elbow, remembering his last encounter with the exceptional female.
Flash to five years prior
Hayden walked confidently into the dojo just as Janessa had finished locking up all the practice equipment. Hayden had waited until her lesson was over and all her students had left before approaching her.
Janessa's back was to him as he entered the converted racquetball court. He threw a scorn-filled look at the shrine in the corner before clearing his throat.
"I heard you as soon as you opened the door." Jan glanced over her shoulder. "Take off your boots if you intend to continue."
Hayden looked down at his combat boots and snorted, continuing forward, disregarding Janessa's warning. Before he had taken two steps forward Hayden found himself flat on his back, Janessa's foot pressing painfully into his throat.
"I told you to remove your boots," Janessa demanded.
Hayden smiled through the pain, grabbing her foot and twisting. Janessa turned with the twist, wrenching her foot free, hitting the mats and rolling back to her feet crouched in a defensive position. Hayden pulled himself to his feet, facing off against her. Janessa watched him from her crouched position, eyes narrowed, as he stepped back to the door, closing and locking it.
He turned back to her announcing, "I heard you liked it rough. Now, let's see what you've got," as he stalked toward her, mistaking the look on her face as fear.
He was almost upon her when she lashed out at him with her right leg, spinning out on her left. She just caught his right foot as he tried to evade with her kick, causing him to stumble backwards. Janessa took advantage of his instability, kicking out again with her right leg, aiming for his chest.
Hayden recovered faster than Jan had anticipated, catching her foot before it hit his chest. He tried the same twisting maneuver again to the right, expecting to put her into the mats. Janessa surprised him by leaping off her other leg, turning in the air in the direction of his hands, bringing her free leg up to hit him in the side of the head, using a move he'd only seen performed in movies.
Janessa hit the ground hard and rolled away, trying to put distance between them. The wind knocked out of her, Jan got up slowly, trying to force air back into her protesting lungs. She brought her hands up before her in a defensive stance, left foot and hand forward, arm extended, weight balanced on the balls of her feet, right hand held close to her chest.
Hayden stumbled for a minute, shaking his head, trying to clear his vision and get the ringing out of his head. Janessa decided to use that moment to take the offensive, rather than waiting for him to come after her. She ran full-force at him and he dodged to the side, just like she anticipated. She hit the wall behind him, taking two steps up it, pushing off backwards doing a handspring over his shoulders. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she flipped over him, her body tucked into a ball. She kept her grip, her feet contacting with his upper back as her weight and momentum pulled him backwards and down. Janessa rolled back as she hit the ground, keeping her momentum going, taking Hayden with her. As she rolled she straightened her legs, sending him flying half-way across the room.
Hayden landed hard from Janessa's throw all the air knocked out of him, his mind still reeling that she had pulled off a move you usually needed wires to do. What the fuck just hit me?
While Hayden lay stunned on the floor, Janessa moved quickly to the door, undoing the lock and pulling the heavy door open. She was almost out when she felt a hand grip her short hair and yank her back. She tried to resist the pain, but it was too much and she had to step back, gasping.
Using her hair as leverage Hayden yanked her back into the dojo and shoved her away from the door. He pushed the door shut again and slammed home the lock. "Where you think you're going? Party just got started."
Janessa lay on the mats where he had thrown her. She wasn't at full strength as she had been teaching all afternoon. He waited until he knew I'd be exhausted. She'd already used up most of her remaining strength with the two powerful moves she'd executed. He's still fresh. He planned this out.
Hayden smiled as she retreated before his advancing form. She hasn't even cried out yet. Not even for help. Not that it would ever come. Gonna make the cunt scream.
Jan crab-walked backwards away from Hayden, trying to avoid him. I don't know what exactly he wants other than to hurt me. She kept backing up until she found herself backed into a corner. Jan looked up into Hayden's maniacally smiling face, finally feeling fear seep into her.
Hayden reached down, dragging Janessa to her feet by her throat. "You're not very nice are you? Throwing me around like that. Gonna have to teach you the proper way to greet your superior."
Janessa's eyes widened at Hayden's last comment. He's gonna rape me and leave me for dead. "You'll have to kill me before I'll ever let you touch me," Janessa managed to choke out around Hayden's hand. She lashed out with on dangling foot, managing to catch him in the side of the knee.
Hayden dropped her, howling in pain, gripping his knee. As Janessa tried to get past him, Hayden's hand flashed out, gripping the inside edge of her collar. She kept going, her shirt tearing wide open. Hayden's other hand came up, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back.
Janessa's free hand dropped to the small dagger she had hidden, strapped to her thigh. Retrieving it, she dragged the point from the inside of Hayden's elbow all the way to his wrist. He let go of her, now screaming, clutching his arm to his chest. Hayden dropped down to his heels, then his side, curling up into a fetal position.
He didn't even see her leave. All he heard were her parting words through the haze of his pain, "You shoulda taken off your boots."
Flash back to the present
She must have called the paramedics as soon as she left. It took no time at all for them to get there. Never told anyone what happened either or I wouldn't be here today. Not that anyone would have believed her.
Hayden picked up the cell phone on the seat beside him, hitting the speed dial. He put the phone to his ear, waiting for the person to answer. "Yeah, it's me. She's here. Doesn't look like she's going out again tonight. Yeah. Got it." Hayden flipped the phone shut, started up the suburban and drove away, his assignment completed for the night. He threw a one-fingered salute toward the house as he passed it by.
Unaware of what had transpired outside Janessa had cleaned up and was crawling into bed. She wrapped herself around Legolas, humming softly against the bow to sooth her nerves and relax herself a soft warmth growing between her thighs. "Alright baby, no more bad dreams tonight right?" she addressed her bow. Janessa closed her eyes, letting sleep take her away, her body rubbing ever so slightly against her beloved bow.
Eyes closed, I wake slowly. As my conscious mind awakens, I become aware. Aware of feather-light fingertips gently tracing the contours of my face. The owner of the fingertips noticing my growing awareness draws the backs of his fingers against my cheek, trailing the tips along my jaw line as he brings his hand around to gently cup my face.
I lean into his warm touch, turning slightly to place a feather kiss on the inside of his wrist. I rub my cheek against his palm, encouraging further attention. Through it all I keep my eyes shut, wondering what is to come next.
His hand lightly leaves my face my face as he intertwines his long slender fingers with mine. He squeezes my hand gently, but does not let go. His other hand begins to trace shifting patterns across my face and neck. His fingertips trail down my arm as he nuzzles his face in the curve of my neck. He smells of musk and rain and the forest at night, the unique scent that is only his filling my head.
I turn my head slightly, tongue darting out to trace the outline of his ear, flicking teasingly over the pointed tip. My actions elicit a loud groan from his lips as his hips rock forward involuntarily. "Melamin," he moans, voice husky as he turns his head away from my ministrations, not wishing to lose control so soon.
He lays his head in that soft place where my shoulder slopes down toward my breast, his long hair falling over my shoulder and across my chest. His fingertips continue their exploration, trailing across my stomach to play with my belly charm. He turns his head, placing a light kiss on my collarbone before returning his attentions to my stomach. He toys with the fierce dragon, tugging lightly on its tail, the red jeweled eyes glaring at him. He leans forward, hair trailing across my skin, placing a kiss on my stomach, just above the charm.
He reaches back up, tracing the curve of my jaw with his nose while his hand rests on my waist. The fingers of his other hand are still twined with mine. I bring my free hand up to rest on the back of his arm. He slowly trails his nose down the side of my neck and back up. He teases me with the touch of his face, his nose, and his lips against mine.
He circles my lips, brushing kisses across my fluttering eyelids, gliding his lips ever closer to mine and then withdrawing. He traces the curve of my ear with just the tip of his nose, barely making contact. Our breath comes shorter. Our hearts beats faster. My hand has trailed down from his arm to rest on his chest. I can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat through his chest.
I yearn to open my eyes, but I am hesitant to reveal what lurks in their depths. He finally captures my lips in a sweet, lingering kiss, lips lightly brushing against mine. He slowly deepens the kiss as I slide my free hand around to his back, pulling him closer.
He brings our joined hands up beside my head as he begins a slow exploration of my mouth. His lips part slightly as he lightly teases my lips open with his tongue. Our tongues begin a slow dance tasting and teasing as the kiss intensifies.
I pull him closer, drawing my fingertips through the long ash-blonde hair on his head, gripping him firmly. I pull him on top of me, the full length of our bodies touching, though his is taller, fitting together perfectly. He holds his weight on his elbows allowing him room to move. Every nerve is on fire, screaming at the contact.
I slide my right leg up, foot flat on the bed. Smiling into the kiss I use the leverage to flip him over onto his back. Giggling, we look into each others' eyes as I end up on top, long red hair falling around our heads, my legs straddling his hips, our chests pressed together.
We gaze deeply into each others' eyes foreheads lightly touching. I lean my forehead back. Eyes still locked, I stick my tongue out at him.
His hands rested on my hips as we flipped. He looks at my tongue, scrunches up his nose in that cute way that is only his slides his hands to my waist and proceeds to start tickling me.
I immediately let out a squeal, sit back on his hips, curling my arms protectively against my torso, squirming away from his tactile grip, giggling uncontrollably. After twisting side to side trying to escape his grasp to no avail I decide to launch my own attack.
Still twisting away from his hands I start frantically brushing my fingertips over his defined washboard abs. He reacts instantly, muscles contracting, pulling him up into a sitting position. My frenetic actions force him to grab my wrists.
He holds them in front of me, before his chest. Our movements stopped, we lock eyes, our breath catching in our throats. I raise one eyebrow at him and wiggle my ears. He rolls his eyes at me stating, "You know very well I can't do that." He mimics my eyebrow as I continue to waggle my fingers in his direction. He lets go of my wrists to pull me flush against his chest, trapping my hands between our bodies.
He reaches in for a kiss. At the last moment, I turn my head, licking his nose instead. He falls back sputtering, "You are impossible!" as I fall back onto my hands. I'm seated between his legs, my feet on either side of his hips.
As he wipes his face I gaze out from beneath my red tresses teasingly blowing a raspberry at him. "You will not get away with that!" He growls at me. "Oh really?" I ask, tongue still extended. I pull my legs up under my chin, resting it on my knees, still grinning.
His face takes on a serious cast as he swings his legs behind him. He moves with elfish predatory grace as he stalks on hands and knees down the bed toward me. I let out a squeak as he pounces on me, trapping my head between his hands on either side, his hair forming a blond curtain around us.
A wicked grin on his face, he proceeds to drag his tongue up the side of my face eliciting an "Eeeewwww!!!" out of me. Laughing, he reaches down and captures my lips in a searing kiss. I feel electricity crackle all the way down to my toes.
He holds his weight on his forearms as he trails kisses along my jaw, down my neck and back up to my mouth sending flashes straight to my core. I moan softly into his mouth, bringing my hands up to either side of his face, drawing my fingertips over the tips of his ears. A baritone rumble erupts from his chest as he starts to purr in response, the deep sound vibrating my body.
He rests his weight on one forearm while his other hand slides down my side, coming to rest on my hip. I draw one leg up, wrapping it around his hip. I draw my other foot up next to his other hip trying to get enough leverage to flip him over again. I finally get my foot in the right position and flip us over, right over the side of the bed!
We land on the floor in a tangle of sheets, giggling uncontrollably. We laugh at each other as we try to disentangle ourselves from the sheets and each other. He starts to get up and I push him back down into the pile of blankets. As he goes down he snags a pillow off the edge of the bed and swats me with it.
I hit my bottom, face aghast. "You are sooo gonna pay for that!" I exclaim, grabbing the other pillow off the bed. "Am I?" He asks, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. I swing the pillow at him, missing completely. He laughs as the pillow catches him upside his head on my backswing. He falls on the bed, catching my pillow in his free hand. Using his grip for leverage, he yanks on the pillow.
Torn between letting go and being defenseless and holding onto the pillow, I end up sprawled on the bed next to him. He lets go of the pillow and I use the opportunity to whap him again. Laughing throughout, he whaps me right back.
Feathers begin to fly as we frantically smack each other with the pillows. Breathing hard, he drops his pillow, tackling me to the bed. My pillow ends up wedged between us. A few feathers puff out of the pillow as our breathing begins to slow.
He reaches down to catch my mouth in an unbelievably sweet, tender kiss; infused with so much feeling it takes my breath away. My hands still grip the pillow as he pulls far enough away to gaze into my eyes.
The intensity of his gaze causes my heart to skip a beat. I find myself holding my breath. He catches a chill and I watch, captivated, as his taut muscles move beneath his skin as he shivers. I feel goose bumps rise up on my arms as I watch him. With a shake of his head he throws off the chill and reaches between us grasping the pillow.
He pulls the pillow from between us as he leans forward pushing me onto my back. He captures my mouth again, his kiss more demanding as my legs wrap around his hips. He brushes one hand over my nipple causing me to moan into his mouth, my hips arching into his, the hard length of his erection fully evident. I run my hands up his back nails digging in, not wanting this sweet torture to end just yet.
Janessa sat up straight in bed, the alarm screaming on the bedside table. She slapped it roughly, silencing it.
That was one HELLA dream! Whew! Gonna need a cold shower after that. It was so damn REAL!
Janessa suddenly became aware of the sticky wetness between her legs, her mind registering just how real her body's reaction to the dream had been. Jan looked down at her bow, which her legs were still wrapped around.
Damn Legolas! You are one hell of a lover!
"Can you tell me are you happy now?" - Michelle Branch