Adam put me in touch with a former soldier called Magnum who was mainly a private detective in Hawaii but a very versatile man. Magnum would come to the house to meet me and discuss what I was up to and whether it was wise. You know, guy stuff like that. I was in the kitchen when Adam opened the door and Magnum came in. He wasn't wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Magnum had on a white tee shirt, black jeans, and some army shoes. He was shorter than Damon and noticeably more muscular, almost a bodybuilder. His eyes were professional as he looked me over but when Adam came over and smiled, the smile melted the hardness out of Magnum's expression and brought out maybe you could call it a conquering boyishness, young he looked anyway. He said to me " Are you the killer that should get Reddington's attention? I'm sure you'll get the attention, sweetheart, but probably not the attention you expect. "Oh, this is one of those guys. Fine, let's go. I went up to the magnum and I held out my hand and I said, "Mimi, nice to meet you. Was that a magnum?" Magnum took my hand and I showed him what a good grip I had. I didn't quite break it but I almost did. Magnum shook his hand and cursed. Then he said, " Maybe you're not that hopeless, but I want to see you shoot first and then in the gym."

Oh really? This guy knows how to demand. Fine. I just smiled sweetly as Adam led us out to the shooting range. I showed him what I could do. Magnum gave me his gun, of course, a big hulk of a man's gun. I shot with it too. The crash course Adam had given me in unloading various guns and my practice at the range had given me a decent skill set to shoot gun after gun. But when you have such demanding instructors as Damon and Adam, nothing is enough. Damon in particular was very strict about how well I actually had to be able to shoot. Then try to find the time to seduce your boyfriend into a more relaxed mood so you can surprise him. If the lord is always around. He seems to have a restless wind that takes him wherever he goes.

Magnum said after the shooting " Not bad, not bad at all. sloppy but not bad as I would have expected. She's got talent. Let's see how this young lady does in the gym. I'm only human, but still." Oh, that guy can talk just enough to make your head itch. But fine. Let it go then. I don't mind. I'll go to the gym and smash that one to the ground and then we'll see if he's that arrogant. We went to the gym and I went to change my workout clothes. In addition to gun and marksmanship training, my coaches taught me how to fight. The biggest frustration there was again when I was improvising. I didn't do as I was taught and that way if I managed to get Damon down, he would get up like a panther and walk away. Adam was a bit more patient and started to study what I was actually doing and tried to anticipate a bit. Adam came to me as I walked downstairs. "Mimi, remember Magnum is only human, take it easy. Don't hit him anywhere near full force. Try hitting me and I'll tell you how hard you can hit." I hit him several times, reducing the force until I felt like I was patting Adam. But people are so fragile and I had got almost all my muscles awake and I had strength.

We went to the gym. I was ready when the Magnum came I started to hit and before I knew it I was on my stomach on the mat with my hands behind my back tied behind my back with a zip tie. Magnum stood up and said " That's really sloppy. Really sloppy. But fine, maybe with the right training you can get something out of that. I'm not going to the gig until I can get that sweetheart to fight a bit better. Sorry baby," I ripped off the zip ties and stood up, and attacked again. Same result. And again. I was always just sloppy. This guy loved that word. We went to eat and continued on. This time he actually taught. First, the kicks. He'd show me the kick and I'd follow, but it was sloppy. So many times it wasn't sloppy anymore. Then the punches. Same thing. He coached me for a week. I learned seven different punches and seven different kicks. One punch and kick a day. I was pretty exhausted after that week.

Sunday night when I came out of the gym and went to take a shower I didn't even notice Damon was there. He was lying on the bed in nothing but jeans watching me wash myself. Then he said, " Yeah, baby I gotta admit it's a pretty good show I've got going on right now." Oh yeah, well, let's make the boyfriend a little killer again. New 1-0. I had persistently been a prude when it came to bed matters and suspected that Damon was taking his ease elsewhere. I wasn't thinking about it in any other way than trying to think clinically. Fine. I put a towel around me and another in my hair and walked slowly out of the bathroom. Said softly " Did you like what you saw Damon? I have one more surprise for you, are you ready?"

Damon looked at me heatedly and said "I am, baby, show me what the surprise is." I went over to my dresser and grabbed my furry handcuffs and said " Are you sure Damon, my boyfriend? Can I do anything?" Damon nodded and said, " Go ahead Baby, show me." I went and put Damon in handcuffs on the headboard of the bed. I knew those things wouldn't hold him if he so chose, but still. I kissed him eagerly and started nibbling on his neck and chest and let my hands roam all the time exploring his muscles, skin, and nipples. I began to trickle down and pinched sharply at his waist and stomach muscles, licking his navel. I kept getting closer and closer and unzipped Damon's pants and he lifted his hips so I could get them off. Then I started tasting. I tasted Damon's huge cock for the first time and I licked, sucked the glans that I could get in my mouth, and used my teeth. Sharp intakes of breath and strongly contracting muscles told me I was on the right track. I picked up the pace. More teeth, and stronger sucks. At the same time, I used my nails to scratch Damon's balls and cock shaft. I knew Damon was going to give a lot of bumps when I got him off and I was prepared to swallow as much as I could. The bump is not semen. A bump is a fluid that a male werewolf makes for his female. The bump nourishes and nurtures. When a werewolf couple has sex the male actually overfills the uterus so that the bump flows from the fallopian tubes into the abdominal cavity where it is fully absorbed. The male smells the female's deficiencies and makes the kind of bump that actually makes up for the deficiency. The male has his own organ where the bump is made and where it is stored. It's a pretty big bag in the male's abdominal cavity. I'd suspected for a while that Damon would want to make me some bump so now I decided to at least taste it because according to the anatomy book, a man will only deposit a bump on a specific female, regardless of how many the male actually has sex with. So if Damon has at any point made more bumps then it's probably for me. I could feel how close Damon was to coming. He had ripped the handcuffs off early on. I could feel him starting to come and I took his glans as deep as I could down my throat and started to swallow. I felt like I was swallowing liters and Damon was breathing fast and hard. His muscles were tight before the flood in my throat stopped. I swallowed the last drops and nibbled him still on the tip of his glans before I stood up, grabbed my clothes, and went to the bathroom to get dressed.

I had no time to take off the towel when the bathroom door was ripped open. Damon was naked, eyes dark with lust, and picked me up and carried me to the bed naked. And said, " We're not going all the way yet baby, you can be sure, but after this last mile it's going to start to feel a bit steamy." He laid me on my back and spread my legs and tasted me. He pushed his tongue deep into my pussy and moved it all over. He did things to my clit with his lips that I didn't know existed. He was nibbling. Sucked. Licked. Until I had come four times. Then he stood up and put his pants on and said " Oh I like the taste of that strawberry and champagne, Baby." he went downstairs to eat. I put on clothes with trembling feet and knew that this time it was 1-0 to Damon.

I ate my evening meal and didn't look at my boyfriend's smug expression any longer than I had to. Tomorrow I would leave with Magnum as early as six o'clock to drive towards the first victims that would lead me to deal with Reddington. These were victims that, according to Magnum, Reddington had failed to kill. So if I took these guys out of play, I'd pretty much get Reddington's attention. We slept upstairs me in the arms of my smug boyfriend. I woke up at five in the morning when the alarm clock went off. Damon set me free and went back to sleep. I quickly got dressed and grabbed my supplies and headed downstairs for breakfast. Magnum was already eating his and looked at me appraisingly. A little surprised. I finished eating and we set off for the drive . Magnum didn't say anything on the drive and neither did I. I checked my phone for anything and everything, exchanging half-naughty messages with Damon. Eventually we got there. The first victim should be killed in broad daylight, in fact all the victims, or at least so that the bodies could be found relatively quickly. The victim was a middle-aged man with a substantial beer belly. A balding head and a scowl on his face as he walked down the street. That might not be easy to seduce, but it could be another way to get the man's attention. A risky play but the Magnum was a backup. I would go to the man and tell him who I was and then improvise from there.

I would go to the guy and say " Do you know who I am? A little clue. The facility between Alaska and Canada, a wild escape into the woods... right so I'm omega. Target omega. What do you say we get a little more private over there and you give me a reason why I shouldn't rip your head off your shoulders?" The man paled and swallowed. I could smell the man's fear. I said, "One move towards that phone in your pocket and I'll rip your arms off." The man held his hand still. I'd already gotten a reputation for being unpredictable and cruel when cornered and above all, fearless. I wasn't afraid of anything because I couldn't die. Pain, that's for tolerance, a distraction. I transported the man to a private cabinet where a Magnum was waiting. The man went to sit opposite the Magnum and I went to sit next to the Magnum. The man began to quickly slip something into the Magnum. I pulled out my gun, which already had a silencer on it, and fired twice. The man just fell down a little. The bullets were ice, they melted quickly inside the man, leaving no trace. But the killing would be inconspicuous enough for Reddington to know about it. Also, the bullets were laced with vampire blood so there was no evidence on the man other than two holes in his shirt. Magnum put the man in a slightly better position and we went out the back way. Nobody knew we'd even been there.

The next victim was handled the same way. These men knew exactly what had been done to me. They made promises and money to the Magnum whenever they could. I took the bad guys out of the day. I didn't want anyone to ever be subjected to the kind of experiments that were done on me. I do remember the stretcher in the corridors of the institution, sometimes you could see a hand. The sheets were covered. And they were passed around a lot. Bran had told me how many experiments were done on the supernaturals. When it's not illegal if they can prove that the target wasn't human. Werewolves have triple DNA whereas humans have a double helix. Me, my DNA is six-stranded. So until the laws or anything could be changed we would be fair game. These men, they're the ones who did these experiments, who wanted eternal life or eternal youth but still be human and not a freak like the supernaturals.