Eventually, all the targets were neutralized and we were in a street café when a man came to our table. Ordinary-looking, harmless in every way. He said to Magnum " You two have skills, a friend of mine would very much like to meet you. Here's the address, 2 hours. Be there if you're really looking for who I think you are. " The man left and we continued to drink our coffee. I had almost finished my coffee when Magnum shook his head and blinked. I could feel myself not being able to pick up the coffee cup, my hand wasn't working and I saw the magnum slumped against the table. I felt a prick in the back of my neck, and everything went black.
I woke up in bed, tied to the bed, in a drugged state. A calm voice from the corner of the room said "I'm sorry for this encounter, but you are a bit of an unpredictable woman. I didn't want to risk your playing with my enemies." I swallowed and said "Reddington, I presume? Don't worry I'm not in the enemy camp. You'd think my performance today would prove it." Reddington said "I'm sorry my staff has taken some samples from you. You are a rather unique creature, aren't you? What you'll be capable of one day. I have got hold of some prophecies about you, there are several but I haven't found everything. We can work together. Don't worry about your friend. He's fine, in his hotel room. " My head was starting to clear. This guy knows his drugs. He came closer. If I had to think of an actor who he reminded me of I'd say Jack Nicholson meets Clint Eastwood. He was a tall skinny serious man. He probably came to mind more as a priest than a crime boss. He came and sat down next to my bed and said "Reddington is a good name, everybody watches blacklist and well, that name has an impact, you know. it's important that you have a name that has an impact. But let me release you so we can continue. " He unchained me and helped me to sit up. I sat for a second and then walked over to the table where he went.
We talked for an hour. He explained how his targets were neutralized. I had to get the subject into the alley, do the job, then use this device that took the subject's picture and recorded that there was no heartbeat. The device would then register the target and there would be a reward. The rewards would be paid into a safe deposit box where money, stocks, medicine samples, diamonds, and jewels could come in. I would get a list at regular intervals of where I had a safe deposit box. I agreed to this. Because all these were really bad guys. No morals, no conscience. Just greedy for money and power. And when they really couldn't be brought to justice. They had tried a couple of times, and the judge dismissed the charges when the werewolf triple DNA was discovered. This would be something I would be willing to do. And for a long time.
Reddington returned me to the cafe unconscious after offering me juice with something extra. I woke up in the car as Magnum was driving. He said, "Oh, you're awake, I think we've got Reddington on our side." I mumbled something and got into a better position. I had a business card in my pocket with a number that I would call when I started work. The Number would tell me where I could get a list and a registration device. Only for registered killings, you'd get a reward. I replied " Yeah, well, let's just say the Reddington wasn't what I expected. But yeah, we're in." The rest of the trip went well I texted Damon again and told him roughly what happened. Damon promised to be there and take very good care of me. When we arrived Magnum went to talk to Adam while Damon grabbed me in his arms and took me upstairs. We did such tricks on each other there that we were both panting by the end. Damon just said " Still no baby, go all the way, this is fun, control yourself. Then Mimi, one day when I do it it's going to be so amazing you won't believe it. I'll try to make it as memorable as possible." We went downstairs for dinner. Magnum had already left, I don't know where. I gave Adam the business card and explained to both of them in great detail how the gig went. How I killed, what Reddington and I talked about, everything. Damon asked in a cold voice many times all the details about the Magnum. He saw the magnum as a threat.
Kill jobs, as I called these neutralizations of targets, were sort of something that actually felt right to do. I felt I was dispensing justice for those who hadn't got it. All those victims. These jobs were important. They gave me a mission, a purpose, and money. The Reddington gigs were the easiest because all I had to do was dress sexy and sultry, go to the bar and get the target with me and call it a day. After I'd shot the guy I registered it on the reader and a couple of minutes later there was always a car to dispose of the body. With Damon and me, it went relatively well. Although we both had our own gigs now and for some reason, we didn't happen to work together. The very nature of these gigs was such that it didn't suit Damon. Even though we hadn't gotten to the final stage of our relationship, he was very possessive, especially when it came to strange men. And the job of seducing strange men made his blood boil. Even though I never even kissed a man. I'd just finished a pretty demanding list and was looking forward to taking some time off from work and maybe enjoying Damon's company a little more if he was around at the same time.
We'd just had another argument on this subject before this bout. Damon accused me of being a seductress and a whore. He said before I left " Baby, you know what, at the rate you're going, I'll be lucky if I'm your first!" Then he took off again somewhere. I don't know what gigs or what Damon was up to, he just wasn't always home. When I started these gigs a month ago, he's been very temperamental ever since. Cranky, accusatory, petulant. I tried to spend every moment I could in his arms even though it wasn't so natural for me, I tried to kiss him everywhere. I told Damon he was unreasonable. He should at least have a little trust in me. To which he always said " Trust, Mimi, in you. Remember how eagerly you kissed Adam, remember if I'm being unreasonable anymore." Well, it's been over a year or so since that incident and he always brought it up. Then the next minute he could be wrapped around me asking what we were going to do next, usually whenever I was cooking or baking. This also involved pressing up against me and asking," Do you feel it, baby? Do you want it" He would talk about his hard thick problem that was always glued to me so well that yes I felt it. He could plead that he was an asshole, jealous and I shouldn't believe everything he said because he wasn't always thinking.