Reddington called me and told me that there would be a lot of gigs in Europe if I was available. And I was. Now I needed some action and something to do. I agreed to the gigs and Reddington told me a pick-up point where I could get the information. The pick-up points were temporary post boxes or parcel machines, where I could always find the details of the item(s) in folders. It might also have information about storage and other resources that might be needed for the job. I thought I should one day start collecting my own supplies and my own resources. I got the data and started going through it. These were the medical facilities and their locations had been confirmed. I could destroy these but the only problem is that I might not be able to safely take down every facility myself. And these had targets, victims, who were being tested all the time for something and that information alone made my blood boil. I took all the files with me and went to the airport.
I would fly to Portugal first. I would have to do some observation of the facility myself before I could develop any kind of plan. I wasn't going to involve Adam or Charles because they were both overprotective. Not to mention Samuel. Damon was gone, and I had no way of catching him yet. Once again, I was on my own. I made different plans on the plane depending on what I found there. I arrived in Portugal and the municipality of Oeche. The facility was located here. The town was called Peniche and it was a coastal town. I knew that there were werewolves here too and I was surprised to find that they were mostly in the street gangs. I paid no further attention. I knew that werewolves in Europe were connected to Bran but I didn't know how much. One of my plans had been to ask the local Alpha for help. But I didn't even know if there was actually an Alpha here. I set out to explore and observe the facility. I took many pictures. The van stopped at one of the doors and I saw a man with African background being taken from the van and dragged in by his arms. I even got a picture of the man's face.
One victim. Another one to save. I just hoped I wasn't too late with this guy when I got the plan together.
I headed back downtown, intending to find a coffee shop and grab a bite to eat. I saw a kid, maybe 12-13, pinning a missing tag to a pole, it was the very same man I had seen being taken to the facility. I went to read the banner and the boy was speaking Portuguese. I looked at him for a moment and said "Excuse me I only speak English." The boy replied in dialect English " Can you help me find my brother? He is a wolf, but he is missing. His leader doesn't know him. He claims my brother is dead. " I showed the boy a picture from my camera. "That's my brother, where is he?" the boy asked me. I said to the boy. " Can you take me to your brother's leader? If he sees this and listens to me, maybe I can help." The boy led me to a slightly more obscure part of town and I began to wonder if this was some sort of setup to rob me. The boy knocked on one of the black doors. The door opened and a large African man spoke irritably to the boy in Portuguese. Then he looked at me and said in English " What do you want? What is a girl like you doing here, be careful little one, you can have more than you want." I let my eyes show what I was and said "I have information about her brother. He's a prisoner in a medical facility. I would very much like to have a word with your pack leader."
The man moved and lowered me and the boy inside. This was some kind of gang-gathering place. Every man here was a wolf, I could tell. the man took me to another African man. This one was six feet tall. Very much lifted weights, every muscle showed. This man carried himself with a confidence that told me he was not easily beaten by anyone. But isn't it a saying that the bigger they are, the harder they fall?
The man looked at me from head to toe and said, amused, in good English, "I usually only work with people I have measured my powers against. Who are strong enough, but fine. I'm bored. And you, you little flea, are going to demand an audience with me. Fine, we can talk things over right now, as long as we fight first. I promise to be gentle, sweetheart. "Oh, a flea. Well, this flea's about to teach you a lesson. I knew I'd get the respect, or at least the attention, of the whole pack if I beat their alpha. This wasn't an official alpha fight, so I was in no position to have the pack to myself. I took off my leather jacket. I was wearing a cotton pink tee shirt and jeans and ankle-length boots. This was going to be fun. The men made way and I said 'I can fight you, but don't be surprised when you're down. " Everyone started laughing as if I'd told the joke of the century. I walked into the place and well I hit him. Right in the nuts. One kick from Magnum and my power. I grabbed some gravel from the floor as the man lunged at me and with a snappy motion threw the gravel at the man's eyes. I kicked his left knee out of play. I took a couple of steps back and with a powerful jumping kick, I hit the man right in the chest. The man staggered. I landed a hard punch with my right fist right in the man's diaphragm, and the man fell backward onto the ground. I was small and fast and had managed to dodge the man's blows with my vampire reflexes. I jumped onto the man's chest with a sprawl and grabbed his throat with my left hand, keeping a tight grip. I squeezed the man's chest with my thighs and said " Have you had enough fighting or do you still want to continue?" The man tapped the floor as a sign of surrender and I stood up.
We started to talk. I told him about myself and my experiences, then I showed him the pictures, the folders. My plans. Alpha's name was Brutus and he was very involved. While I was still changing into my wolf form, the men were sold. The Mimosa impresses, now that I am in better shape the Mimosa does not really resemble a greyhound but is a very impressive sight. We went out to scout with five men and made a plan. We carried it out and saved twenty victims, or Brutus and his men did. I collected the medicines and armed the bombs. It was the first demolition job of my life and it wouldn't be the last. Among those rescued were wolves from other packs as well as humans. I visited Brutus's place a few more times before I had to leave for Spain. When I told him about Bran, Brutus spat on the floor and said they were only working through me. They were fleas. And I was a flea. I went on to Spain. Same thing. Find the facility, observe, then find the helpers. It was in the company of Brutus that I got the idea of gangs. There were tough guys who weren't afraid to get their hands dirty and had a code. They would be reliable, as long as I always got their attention.
The way it worked was, first I picked which gang. Then I'd demand to see the boss. I usually had to fight and like Brutus, I was underestimated and badly. I always beat whoever I thought was right. This 160 cm 50 kg little skinny flea wasn't a terribly street-credible fighter until I had my victims under me. After that there were no problems. I started making like a passing network for myself. I put everyone's contacts in secret hiding places that Bran didn't have access to. Like in my mind, some of it was on a phone I'd gotten from Magnum and it had heavy security. It wouldn't be easy to hack and I could get it to destroy just the contact information by tapping one code.
Spain, France, Italy, and Germany. I made several blasts in each country with the help of new friends. Damon called me when I had just finished in Portugal and we chatted for a while, he said " Me too, baby I'm actually in Europe, text where you're going so if I catch you myself somewhere in between. ' There were women's voices and music in the background, so I didn't think it was even realistic to expect. The manic hangover version was just on and played me through Europe making up excuses. I kept hearing women's voices. I said when I was in Germany "Damon. Now go fuck yourself and leave me the fuck alone, if you can't get your pussy out of the sea it's fine then. But I'm in the middle of a gig and I don't want to hear what Adrianna is saying in your ear. "
I hung up right away. I was now in work mode and the idiot was distracting me. Adam hadn't contacted me and Samuel was supposedly in India again helping out with some wolf problem. Magnum said that when I come back to America Colin wants to check me out. He said he would send the information to Samuel. I agreed. I had my own network, it was still sparse and only covered five countries, but it was a start. It would be good to continue from here. You can do gigs on your own but you can do a lot more if you have a helping hand. And when I told them and they themselves always saw all the experiments, the network was ready. I was a flea and I had fleas. I didn't declare myself the leader. Not at any point in between. I was happy but exhausted when I flew back to America.
I went to Chicago for a while to recuperate and eat. I would have liked to tell someone about my fleas but the magnum went to a woman or something. Mimosa was dryly amused by Damon's attempts to convince us that he was really coming to see us. A week ago I had finished this really long and challenging killing spree that had taken me all over Europe. It had its benefits but I could have done with some company sometimes. Damon was supposed to meet me in America when he called and said he'd probably be able to come, but half an hour later he called and said " Always something came up sorry baby, I can't make it now." The call was full of giggles and women laughing, I knew he wasn't going anywhere it was obvious what Damon was doing. Maybe it was because our sex life was so intermittent, Adam was at gigs and I wasn't sure if he wanted to have anything to do with me again. Me at gigs, Damon is away. I hadn't even gotten my first heat yet.