I left the ship, wandered the streets, looking for a scene man or trying to operate on patients, and went to many restaurants and their kitchens in a desperate attempt to bake. I was quick when someone was always trying to catch me. I don't give to terrorists. I tried to ask different men which one of them was the angel on the highway or where do you think Charlie is, am I charlie's angel? I always said in a very firm tone to Bill Clinton that I wasn't going to suck his dick. I tried to see where Lassard was when he was supposed to give another speech so that the whore in the speaker's box could suck his cock. I tried to find the one who had disappeared without a trace. Or solve cold cases. I started looking for Scully to prove that UFOs exist. I was having a hard time but I couldn't do anything about it. Finally, one of the cops caught me and actually got me all the way to jail. there were people there watching me, I even managed to twist the bars apart a bit but I couldn't quite fit between them yet. I tried to ask where I could find Ridge Forrester as I was Brooke and I loved Ridge more than anything, but somehow at that point, I was very sad because I knew Ridge wasn't with me anymore. He took Sally Spectra and broke up with me like we never existed. I tried to get into a top chef for the finals and no, no one understood. I tried to tell them the president was in danger and I was Jack Bauer, or where the fuck was Guillermo and I should get into the bake-off. Finally, they called some doctor to come and see me, but I knew I didn't want Bill Clinton when he wanted me to suck his dick.
Samuel was tired, he'd had a demanding time at the clinics when for some reason bitch uterine infections had become more common. Often still in heat or soon after. As if the heat treatment wasn't going right and Samuel had a strong suspicion that his father had a hand in it. Now he was driving 5 hours to see some beggar that the police suspected was a werewolf. Samuel knew what he had to do if the situation was what the police said it was. The werewolf was at the end of its rope and would have to be stopped at that point. Samuel had the drugs with him. he had the authority to do this and although he didn't like the idea of having to take a life it was a necessary evil and would be a merciful service to the wolf. Not everyone could be a wolf and some were so old they went mad. Samuel himself knew this because he sometimes felt his life of a couple of thousand years a very heavy burden on his shoulders.
When someone always started telling him how lucky he was to have seen and experienced so much, Samuel usually said that he had also lost a lot. This was the dark side of his job. In the old days or well even today if a werewolf wants to die, it is possible, there are ways to kill yourself, but often the wolf doesn't want to die and suicide is therefore very rare. But then Bran may have assisted the wolves out of this world, but that was entirely how he chose to do it. The wolf didn't know that it wanted to die, it was just desperate. And Bran had trouble killing old wolves. He and Samuel were both a couple of thousand years old.
Bran killed fresh wolves without a second thought. But as an example, Asil had come to Bran to die and Bran had not killed. Asil had been with Bran for a couple of years, then went completely berserk, went back to Spain, and killed at least a thousand people. Some of them are children. Samuel wished he could always be there to talk to the werewolf, stroke and touch it in its last moments because werewolves are very sensitive to touch but often that wasn't possible and he had to deliver the medicine with a pistol and then just wait for the concentrated aconitum and silver to do its job as the strong anesthetic would probably knock the wolf out first. You couldn't take the risk of putting the wolf to sleep and then manually administering the kill cocktail.
Because the wolves were in such an unstable state that they might attack you. The end would be relatively quick as long as he got hit in the lung or the heart, but in the muscle, then it wasn't always so pretty because the aconitum and silver caused a lot of pain before the ketamine would kick in. But it was all relative. He picked up his loaded pistol and went to the police station. the cops took him to the end of the cell block. " She's in the last cell, poor girl, it must be awful when someone does this without permission and then their head can't take it. She looks so young. I wonder how old she is, we didn't find her among the missing but do the wolves even report their missing to us? " The senior officer said to Samuel. Samuel smiled. Eternal youth, the problem of werewolves.
The creature in the cell was a girl, a woman, skinny, she smelled disease, wounds, and metals. Something was not right now and Samuel suspected this was not the final stage. Samuel could not yet see the face. He spoke to the woman in the cell if he could only see who she was. "Hi, I'm a doctor, can you come here for a second so I can see if you're okay?" A familiar voice said to Samuel, " No, I'm not coming, you must be Bill Clinton and you want me to suck your dick." the woman turned her head and looked at Samuel, her eyes wide, clearly not recognizing who she was. Why did Mimi smell like a strange metal? Mimi, really? How in the world did Mimi get in this condition? The last time Samuel spoke to his father they were on a cruise, Adam, Bran, Mimi, and Damon.
There was something seriously wrong with Mimi, but he couldn't take her by car to Chicago because Mimi was moving around restlessly all the time and had no idea where or even who she was. From what the cops had been told Mimi was extremely fast and seemed to be living TV shows for half a minute at a time. She wouldn't last in a car and Samuel didn't want to take the risk of Mimi jumping onto the highway in mid-drive. Mimi's metabolism seemed to be very high so no drug would keep her asleep for long. She needed to fly to Chicago and be accompanied by Charles, Charles would fly with Mimi to Chicago as long as he could arrange it. He'd fly too, but just a quick one a little more than halfway. He would drive as soon as he could so he would be there to meet them in good time. Then blood tests, what on earth could cause such a reaction? He knew the flight to Chicago would take a surprisingly long time because bad weather conditions were expected. Fortunately, Charles was a patient man and had already saved Mimi on several occasions.
Samuel called his brother "Charles, is your plane ready in California, I have a flight job for you, book a pilot. " Charles grunted " Is it ready I'll be there myself, why. Da called and asked if I was coming to the party, he said they were going to have a party in California. But fine, I'll do your flight, what's the cargo." Samuel said, "Good, Mimi's the cargo. Bran, Adam Damon, and Mimi were on a cruise and now something's been done to this girl. If Bran wants a party then he doesn't want to get involved. I will. I'm going to fly that express flight a little over halfway and then I'm going to drive to Chicago as fast as I can get Mimi under control so you can fly her to Chicago. I know bad weather is promised so your flight may be slow. we'll see which one of us gets there sooner." Charles grunted in agreement " Then let me know where and when I can pick up the cargo."
Samuel rummaged through his bag to find a strong enough anesthetic, that might work. Then he found a jar of velvet that Damon had given him, that's what he called it when Mimi always said it felt like velvet in her veins. Samuel loaded the whole jar into a 6ml syringe and loaded it into the pistol. This wasn't strong black velvet, this was just plain pearly white. This was the safest way. Police looked closely Samuel said " This woman is not crazy, she is in fact the newest member of my pack. She is very special and in fact, I couldn't kill her. She is immortal, but let's see if I can put her to sleep because there is something very wrong with that girl right now. I will try to put her to sleep and get her treatment. I'm surprised you caught her."
The cop said "I promised to make a scene. so she had been asking men to have public sex with her so the director could see she was getting paid, too bad she went to ask in one of the nursing home yards, quite a few grandpas almost had a heart attack. She had been very helpful and tried to get the men to put their dicks up." Samuel had reserved a couple of darts, one was velvet and a couple of others were medicine in case he missed. Samuel took aim at Mimi who was now moving around the cell quite fast, trying the bars every now and then which were actually a bit twisted. If Mimi had been in perfect condition, those bars wouldn't have held her. if she'd just stayed still for a moment... The younger policeman came over and the older one said " Do you think you can, so try and get that girl to come to you and the doctor can sedate her. Promise her a scene. " The younger policeman blushed and went to the cell "I would now come and make the scene." The woman turned around, tilted her head like a bird, and then came closer.
Oh scene, fine. I then went to my counterpart and looked at him head to toe. Oh, someone hit me in the thigh, well that's okay. "Can you even get it up? " I asked defiantly and the other actor actually blushed. That's exactly what I thought. I'm hurt again, this time in the arm. A dart. Who the hell shoots darts at me? I said coldly, "I'm not here to play Indians and cowboys." I tried to concentrate on what I was doing but I was getting really tired. I felt like I couldn't stand on my feet at all so I sat down on the ground because I was so tired, I fell asleep for a while but woke up when someone came to pick me up in his arms. I was quite sleepy and tired.
Velvet hit Mimi in the thigh and Samuel shot another drug a few minutes later within 10 minutes Mimi started to sway and finally collapsed into a cell to sit up and fell asleep. Samuel went to get Mimi and found that she had woken up but was still too sleepy to do anything. Mimi was again weighing alarmingly little, bones felt everywhere and Mimi was hot. Her pulse was accelerated even though she had been given a strong dose of anesthetic, some kind of inflammation, probably encephalitis because Mimi was so confused. Mimi's metabolism burned off all the medicine and everything else very quickly.
Samuel carried Mimi to the car and drove to the airport. Mimi was already starting to wake up. Mimi shouldn't have even moved yet. Mimi should probably be tied up on the plane. Charles got off the plane and Samuel gave Mimi another dose of anesthetic directly into her vein so that she would be temporarily unconscious. "Charles, do you have any restraints? She's got some kind of infection, some kind of brain inflammation, and her metabolism is elevated so she'll burn off the drugs quickly. I don't really have any more with me. I'll reserve some for Chicago, but it might be wise if you can get her under restraint." Charles walked to his car and took a sports bag from the trunk, which rattled as he set it down. "I'll put some cloth in between so I don't burn her, but she won't get away." He picked up the bag and walked to the plane. Samuel got into his car and gathered the still unconscious Mimi into his arms and carried her onto the plane.
They carefully and tightly tied Mimi up with silver chains so that she would have no chance of escape. Charles and the pilot would take off in two hours when the airport opened and Samuel was already on his way to Chicago. Samuel would pick up some strong drugs on the way to sedate Mimi on the way to the house. Then there Mimi would be easier to keep asleep and start treatment. The silver chains were on and Mimi started to wake up. She struggled and struggled but couldn't get free. Samuel was satisfied and left to drive to the other airport.
Charles went to sit across from Mimi and checked his phone " Are you the president of the united states, I'm not gonna suck your dick." Charles grunted in response. The question kept repeating and repeating. Sometimes he was the President of the United States and demanded that Mimi suck his dick and sometimes he didn't. The plane ride took an agonizing six hours. Samuel had taken a flight halfway through the trip that he would drive the rest of the way on. Charles had now been listening to Mimi for 8 hours. He was on the other side of losing his nerve. Sometimes Mimi would beg for a scene and sometimes she'd scold him that no matter how you tied me up I wouldn't suck your dick.
Eventually, they got there the flight had crept up to 11 hours when they had to make a stopover and wait for the storm to pass. Charles had actually considered either A:) breaking Mimi's neck B:) taping her mouth shut or even sitting next to the pilot. When the plane finally landed and Charles saw Adam and Samuel pull up to the plane he was relieved to be on the other side.
Adam hadn't wanted to stay for the party. Damon had divorced Mimi. He would bring the papers to Chicago later and Samuel had coldly told him of Mimi's condition. Damon had promised to come back with the papers and said the whore was now your problem. Samuel grabbed his medical bag and they got on the plane. Charles sat on the plane with a pained look on his face. Mimi asked " Are you the president of the United States? Do you want me to suck your dick?"
Adam smiled as Samuel put his bag on the table and began to draw the medicine into the syringe. "I'll give her a strong sedative first, then the anesthetic. Can you get Charles to pull her arm out so I can get a vein?" Samuel got the drugs in and gave the sedative first. Mimi watched for a while and yawned but was still quite alert, then the tranquilizer, by now Mimi was clearly more tired. Samuel gave three more different drugs before Mimi was properly unconscious. They carried Mimi to the car and Charles went off to look for the pub.