Adam was impressed with how wide the network of fleas was and how many qualified people and people who wanted to do well were willing to train and help out wherever they could. Reddington was very curious about the fleas but neither Adam nor Magnum really said anything. It would be up to Mimi to decide how much to share. Adam was surprised when Reddington told him that Mimi doesn't really share her contacts and that they could be of great use to him one day. But if Mimi had made up her mind, Adam went along with it. Jarod too was now in closer contact with Adam as he had called and Adam had answered the phone and the two men had begun to get to know each other. Adam again saw Jarod's potential and although Samuel was a little unsure about Jarod, Adam went for coffee with him. It was there that Adam saw the pretender side of him and he would be ready to find it in Mimi too. Because they had the same thing in common. Mimi and Jarod. Adam wasn't sure if that was the thing that got Damon the hardest about Jarod or if Damon was just jealous.
Damon had his teeth in Mimi's neck for three weeks. Then one morning when Adam came to see what the situation was. Damon was gone and next to Mimi on the table were his keys, phone, and wallet. Adam cursed to himself but what could he do? They were no longer married so Damon was basically a free man and now Mimi was actually free too and they had their bond so Adam knew that Damon had actually just done him a pretty big favor by going away because Mimi was now 45 kilos really fit and just sleeping off the velvet. Adam was going to watch Mimi all the time until she was properly awake before putting her down for any washing. He and Samuel had been putting the house in order from time to time and Samuel had left just over a week ago. Then Bran called. Adam said he'd be off at the earliest until Mimi was properly awake and there was no problem.
I woke up. Velvety and strong. Adam was next to the bed with a bucket. He said, " You still smell like velvet so I bet you're not feeling too comfortable." It wasn't. I threw up in the bucket. Adam gave me a shot in the arm and miraculously the nausea started to recede within ten minutes. I slowly got up and went to the bathroom and then went to get something to eat. Adam watched me like a hawk for five hours and then he was satisfied. He gave me a report on what he and Magnum had been doing in flea work. I could go on if I wanted to. Yes, I did. Adam went to America as Bran's errand boy and cursed when Bran wouldn't let go. He'd tied our pack down again and Adam didn't feel like fighting now. I started organizing fleas. First, a flea sign was left at each gig. And the same for the designated kills. Then the fun part. Who's a flea? All over Europe there started to be fleas, they had them in fight clubs, they had them in vampire circles, and rumors were put around that the flea was Asian, or African. A relative of the ninja. Yakuza, the black sheep with a conscience, the woman who can't die. A fearless woman. And I had a whole bunch of fleas willing to come. This was so much fun. Sark was one of our main targets and one way I wanted to go. I wanted the sark to know it was being chased, that it was me. The sark's car was visited by leaving a flea tag or the bar had a flea tag on the coaster.
The time or two that Damon has stalked me was very instructive in this case because I knew how stressful it is to be stalked. Oh, I enjoyed it very much. I was in Monaco for 12 more weeks when I woke up. I was mainly behind a desk, as I said I didn't have to go to a gig if I didn't want to. Eventually, I decided to go back to America in case I ran into any handsome men there. I actually had a scouting mission booked in Nevada. When I thought about it, maybe I wouldn't want to run into Damon there. There were still a couple of months before that job, and I could go around America exploring and doing explosive jobs when I was blessed with them.
I ended up doing all sorts of gigs around America for 9 weeks before I went to Las Vegas to play waitress. The gig was simple. I was in the casinos waiting tables and bartending. All day long I listened and walked around in my little waitress outfit. Oh that I got a lot of information which I passed on to the fleas and considered Adam because I knew Bran hadn't dropped us off. On the blasting gigs I'd already started doing protocols, things to always ensure safety, I knew Adam and Magnum had taught a lot of these things but I had my own lessons too. It would be good to continue from here. I was thinking about these protocols and everything else as I was listening to everybody talk. In the evenings I would do gigs if I happened to have any. Now I didn't do any Reddington gigs when I was on my own and the rest of the time I was organizing the stocks. We started getting stock because we were getting a lot of material from some of the gigs.
For example, medicines. Whenever we found a naughty pharmaceutical warehouse or shipment, we would raid it if at all possible. We also found other people's warehouses. Demons, or witches. I always had Dresden and Constantine go through them and remove anything dangerous. I might go through a few safe deposit boxes and use that money to buy weapons or explosives, for example. I couldn't believe how fast my little organization has grown and slowly started to cover the whole world. Even Australia. There are those drug companies there too. And we got donors and friends. During those nine weeks, I met two very special men. The first one actually tried to snipe me. I had been in Vegas for 5 weeks I was on my way to my car when I saw a flash in the distance. Now las vegas is full of lights and flashing things, you wouldn't think one flash would attract attention. But if you happen to be a sharp-shooter like I am, I knew right away what it was. I sprinted away at vampire speed and the bullet hit where I had been a moment before. I looked in the direction the bullet had come from and said out loud. You're a coward, and you don't dare come and see me face to face. I told him my hotel and room number, knowing I was being watched. Then I left my hotel. After a couple of hours, I got a call from the lobby that I had a visitor. I told them to put the guest up.
The door was open so I heard my mysterious murderer walk into the room. I sat in an armchair looking bored. But I was anything but bored. The man who walked in was again two actors who came to mind. Brett Dalton and Michael des Barres. The man was a Murdoc. He walked over to the table and sat opposite me. I looked at him and said " Why did you try to shoot me? And you haven't heard, I'm immortal. " The man smiled and said "I am a Murdoc, an assassin, just like you are yourself. Maybe I just wanted to get your attention. " I smiled back and said, " What do you want?" Murdoc was silent for a moment and leaned back and said "I want to teach you. You have skill and lots of it, but I don't think at all that you couldn't use a little mentoring. The kind of tricks that come with experience, since your organization is already quite large." I thought about it for a moment and said "I'll contact you when I need to, really. I'm here now gathering information, but if you have some time off and need a job, I have a big list of victims, have you dealt with Reddington? He's got gigs too and he pays well." Murdoc was quiet and said "Yeah I know Reddington. And I can take on jobs, I can work for no pay from time to time, so if you're short of money.." I smiled and said "I'll give you a list of .12 names 12,500 dollars a name. Do as many or as few as you want. " I gave him the list and instructions on how to get his money. Mrdoc thanked me and walked away, he didn't give me his contact details. Fine by me.
A couple of days went by and I was about to leave the waitress again as I was on my way to the car. Someone came and wrapped his arms around my upper torso and stuck a syringe in my neck. It didn't do anything. I pulled away with a sharp jerk, turned around, and said " Really? Ketamine hasn't worked on me for years. Do your homework before you come at me, whoever the fuck you are." The man was another cross between Michael Hall and Heath Ledger. I sighed and said " Dexter?" he nodded, confused. I handed him my Flea Contact business card and said "Talk to this man and if you try that stunt again I will kill you. Is that clear?" He nodded and left without saying a word. I thought to myself that such is my luck. Luckily this satanic deed will soon be over and I might get to spend some quality time with the men, maybe. If there's anyone available.