I continued to put the wing in order, put everything in medbay cupboards and boxes, went out to eat, put bedding on the beds, rugs on the floors, and watched the fish. I didn't even register the time per se and didn't pay that much attention to how I felt until one day I was in the toilet and the first cramp came when I felt my cunt burst into the toilet.

Oh fuck I had been pregnant, gestating, breeding again. The pain was again such that I couldn't even get off the toilet right away as I tried to hold on and make the wave of pain in my stomach stop a little. Eventually, I managed to stagger out of the toilet into one of the bedrooms and gathered a pile of towels under me again. It would be that time again, it seemed. I was so deeply pissed off and furious that I gathered my strength and sent everything I was feeling, every cramp, every cold flush, my chills all directly to Damon through our bond.

The inflammation spread to other internal organs which also started to die, soon the whole body was on alert and as a result, there was a flood of amplifying enzymes that guaranteed functioning organs. Organ after organ began to grow to be destroyed by the inflammation.

Mimi's organs began to spiral into an awkward, resource-consuming spiral that would not be easy to break. The destroyed organs quickly turned into a green mass under the influence of enzymes and bacteria began to gain a foothold as the immune defense system attacked its own body.

In response, I got a pang of remorse and apology as the irritant began to squeak in my head. Oh, that. I lay in bed and knew that neither Samuel nor Colin could actually do anything about this as it just had to be allowed to run its course. After a while, my phone rang and I answered it.

It was Colin and I had to tell him what had happened. I got a barrage of curses and he promised to call Samuel if they could get together and take care of me. Damon had gone to take care of the Mimosa. Never mind. Now I was so fucked up about the whole Salvatore that I didn't want to hear anything for a while.

I could feel the fever rising and I cursed to myself. I feel like I can't get well at any fucking time. I changed towel pile after pile of towels under me, showered when I could, and felt Colin turn the shower off, and grab a towel to wrap me up in and help me to the bed where Samuel had changed the bedding.

I felt like I was about to come again and thought that I had been well and truly knocked up, as this mass was not going to stop anywhere inside me. Colin helped me lie down on the bed for a moment and I said "It's going to flood again, I've been well fucking well pregnant as this stuff won't stop inside me"

Samuel looked at me and said " The infection has spread and now that's actually your internal organs, you've got the multiplying enzyme on and we've got to break this cycle. I'm going to try and get you to sleep and then we'll try and figure out what to do, but at least we'll open you up and flush you out." I nodded and whimpered weakly as a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen again and I felt the mass just draining out of me.

Samuel started rummaging through his bag as Colin tried to clean the mass out. Then I felt Samuel push the needle into my vein and press the plunger. The pain and agony went away and I was almost asleep. I heard them say something and I was carried away. Another injection and then came darkness.

Colin and Samuel took Mimi to the medbay and put her to sleep and then it was time for the operation. It all came from inside Mimi and when they put Damon's blood in the reaction got worse. Mimi was so fucked up with Damon that no amount of Salvatore's drug or bump was going to do it.

Samuel cursed harshly because a bump would have been just the thing but Mimi's body immediately recognised it and attacked. They couldn't use any antibiotics or any dental stuff. Samuel knew that if Damon continued this behavior in the future, the result would be the same, the savior would become the destroyer.

Once again the infection pulled Mimi into sepsis and she had to be put in an incubator to rest. They had brought Mimi to Chicago and there was the best chance for Mimi to recover properly and in peace. Samuel and his team were given lots of antipyretics to try in case Mimi developed a fever at some point and they and Colin tested many different antibiotics. Slowly the infection began to dissipate and Samuel was still not at all sure if the allergic reaction to Damon had dissipated.

Mimi was in the incubator for a month and thankfully the infection cleared up without a fever. Samuel and Colin began to think about even more effective contraception even though Dresden and Constantine had been cursing Mimi while she was still asleep. Samuel sighed and wondered where all this was going to lead, if one of these days the energy umbrella Salvatore had created would be necessary.

I woke up in my bedroom downstairs in Chicago and Samuel came into my room again as if on cue. He explained how bad my reaction had been to everything Damon related. Fine, I decided to allergize myself to my husband. Then I did. I went to dinner and Magnum was sitting at the table looking at me. Oh yeah, or this time next.

Mimosa was still in heat so Adam and Charles or for that matter Damon weren't free so I could get back to doing things myself when I was fit. But first I had magnum rehab and that's not easy because magnum knows exactly what I'm capable of when I'm in good shape and then you have to keep working towards it. Always to do better and faster and stronger. But I had already oriented myself for the next month or two weeks whatever this project would take.

It lasted a month and I was always doing some flea work in my spare time and there were quite a few gigs coming up. So that would give me some energy and release some of the stagnation that had developed. Magnum and I actually planned the gigs together and we decided to split them up so that we would both take three gigs and do them.

The first gig would be the rescue gig. There were victims in the facility but I went to pick up one of the intended ones. Her name was Annabelle and she was the girl of one of the senators and a newly turned werewolf. This senator had helped us a lot so I decided to go and personally rescue this girl. I would not interfere with the other victims for they had other rescues but I would escort this girl to safety myself.

The second job was also a rescue job just normal or I mean how could they ever be normal but this time on that job I was the destroyer, not the rescuer and the third job was a blow-up job. I would contact Magnum when these three jobs were done.

The first gig was in Florida and I drove there when I had time. I went to the nearest base and rigged up my skin gear and took a bag with me with supplies for the Annabelle rescue. I went over the details of the gig three more times and tightly memorized every detail of the facility that I could think of.

Then we left for the gig. There were ten of us again and me. Tom, Kevin, Harry, Tim, Louis, Patrick, Frank, Jim, Jack, Matt. All men except me. We didn't know how many casualties there'd be if there was anybody there but the senator's daughter. The men cleared the way in and the roof was cleared. I went up 7 floors before I found her and I had a bag with me.

Annabelle was small in size she had turned 18 and I helped her put on one magnum of armor, as well as a bulletproof vest and bulletproof pants. I said "These are not fashionable clothes but they will keep you safe." The girl nodded and I started to lead her out towards the second exit. I heard Jack say " Careful flea, we have a lot of company here. " good to know. I kept my gun ready and hid Annabelle always in a safe place and went to clear our way.

I got pretty good at shooting bad guys and keeping my rage on full display because I'd already had four tranquilizer darts in my skin and knew the stuff had gotten through. I got when I got Annabelle transferred to the car and the car started to drive to safety, I went to help my group and we already had a damaged Jack, Jim, Frank, and Tom.

I gave them all my blood and then dug the bullets out when I stunned them for a moment. I did this inside the facility and got the bullets out of all four of them. They left for safety when I went to check on the rest of the gang.

Everybody was okay, I got a message on the radio and I was on the ninth floor when I looked at one of the walls and it had a strange look to it. I thought for a moment and realized that there was no wall at that point on the base drawing. I went to investigate and there was a panel.

Fine. I took a small explosive from my pocket and put a detonator in it and went a little further away and blew the door open. It revealed a floor. I said on the radio "Go ahead, I'm coming after you, I found a secret section on one of the floors and I'm going to go through this." I started searching room by room and this was probably a lab for Krycheck or something and then I came into the hall.

There were 20 victims here, people and they were all fleas. They had announced that they were withdrawing from the fleas and going on with their civilian lives. I wasn't at all sure if that was the case or if they had been forced to say that. I went to the first bed.

This was Wendy. I had been with Wendy on many gigs. I untied her from the drip and squeezed her ear. Wendy opened her eyes and said "Flea, is that you, or am I hallucinating again? Did you stop this?" I said "I'm here to save you. Now just wait a minute and I'll get some more people in here and get you out. " Wendy said, "No, no, it's too late, he's in our head. We're the risk. Flea, end this, quickly and painlessly. Look."

Wendy showed her head and part of her skull had been removed and replaced by a clear plastic through which I could see her brain with electrodes. I looked at the patient file at the head of his bed and saw reality. She had been brainwashed, programmed, and inflicted with pain, and brain damage. But I saw that she hadn't said anything.

I went through all the victims and woke them up and every single one of the 20 had been tortured, brainwashed, and destroyed, there was no other way. I said on the radio "Flea here, there are 20 fleas here that left except they were brainwashed and tortured and programmed. There's only one thing I can do. "

Adam's voice said "I'm here, one of the snipers, you didn't notice. Do you want me to ...? " I gulped and said " No need. I'll be fine. " Adam's voice said over the radio "I'm on my way, hold on. " I saw him come in and go through everything himself.

He came over to me and said " Get going. I'll be right behind you. Go. " He pushed me out of the hall and I started to go towards the front door but I knew who all I had to go to again to write to Lake Lanier.

Adam came after me ten minutes later when I was already waiting in my car, I had had my own car to get here in. Adam came to the driver's seat and said " You know what Mimi, that was difficult. I thought it would have been easier, but no. " I nodded and said, " Nobody told anyone anything. Oh that I want to kill Krycheck or whoever did that."

Adam nodded and we drove off. We drove to the base and I updated the fleas and Adam picked up Annabelle and went to take her to her father. I knew I still had to keep my rage up and tomorrow there would be another gig where I would be the destroyer. Sometimes I felt like I was writing and just putting one flea after another dead.

I drank my coffee and started looking through the next gig. I should be leaving soon to drive toward West Virginia. Now it was time to do some gigs. I left for the drive long before Adam even had time to get back. This job was just like the last one except now I was the destroyer and I got to shoot and protect. I had now also disappeared through our sniper list so there would be no surprises. I went to the base and went over the whole job with the team. I kept my rage on display because it helped me focus but I controlled it and didn't let it get the best of me.

We would have another 8 hours before we left for the gig and I had a coffee and got my gun and clothes ready again. I now always had a human sedative with me in case I needed to do surgical operations on-site. I showed the whole team the secret door to the previous facility and told them to keep a lookout in case there were any similar ones. I hoped they wouldn't because I'd have to let the victims go.

Then we went on the job and I thought it was a bit new to be in the front line but there was nothing new about it. The roof team cleared the roof and we cleared the way into the facility. There were lots of guards and you had to be there all the time shooting and making sure the movers were safe to go with the victims to the transport.

And then we found another secret corridor. We had gotten the victims to safety and again I put everyone away already. We had cleared the whole facility and now I went to see who was here. More fleas. And I did what I had to do. I broke the necks of all of them, quickly and painlessly. I always made sure they were properly dead and then I put explosives all over the chamber and when I left we blew the whole place up.

A third job and it would just be a blow-up job, I wouldn't have to see any more of those poor tortured people who had been put in that condition because of me.

I went to headquarters and updated the list again. Lake Lanier, here I come. I looked through the blast and it would be in Louisiana so no time to drive again and get ready. There would be five of us at this show, me and four guys, Butch, Nate, Jackson, and Joe.

They were fucking great blasters and experienced guys. I arrived at the base in good time and we went through the explosives and where to put them, we each had to put three charges and they were again placed in critical areas so that most of the facility would be destroyed but leave evidence for the authorities and we would again find another nail in their coffin and make their torture facilities more difficult. I told these people what I found and everyone was furious. We had tuned ourselves up when we set out.

We got there and I watched for a while to see if I could see any movement I put the drone in the air, nothing, the roof was empty and we moved off I had to go to the basement and put the charges in the boilers there. I got there and got the charges in when Butch said over the radio " We got company, be fucking careful, these have nasty guns, they go through steel plate pretty well. "

Oh fuck I thought and made a dash upstairs to secure the men. When I got to the first floor and out the front door a hot pain shot up my left side and went down my right thigh. Oh, we have a shooter upstairs. The bullet was big and my leg was out of the game as I tried to hoof it into hiding and wait for my leg to heal a bit. But no.

I could feel the nausea started, oh fuck the poison bullet. I was hiding and I saw all four men lying on the ground. I had shot every single bad guy that was shooting at me, but the men had been hit by poison bullets.

My leg was starting to heal that much, or maybe I didn't care as I took my rage to the max and got the bodies into the car, at least they would have other funerals than being in the rubble of a collapsed building. I dug out most of the transmitters and blew the whole shit up

. I felt the bullet deep in my right thigh and knew I had to dig it out. I didn't care about it or whatever poison had been in it. I arrived at headquarters and it was empty. First I updated the flea list again and called Magnum, or left a message that the gigs were over but not clean.

A clean gig is one where no one good dies. None and it seemed that in the last few years, I've done nothing but dirty gigs. I went into the shower and found that the bullet wounds hadn't healed so I put a waterproof bandage on my side and washed myself.

Now I had to get somewhere to recover a bit and dig that big fucking bullet out of my leg. I knew our house in New Orleans would probably be the closest but there wasn't such a good medbay. I decided to drive to the Florida house. Before I left to drive I looked at my home phone and there was a message from Charles and Adam.

I called Charles "Mimi, here, I'm in Louisiana and I'm driving down to Florida from here. What's going on there?" Charles sighed and said "Adam told me about the job and I think you had another one. Are you okay? Honey, I can come to Florida, I'm off duty." I was quiet and then I said " Yeah, there was. Well, 20 fleas got out of their pain and I just had a blast where I lost four to poison bullets and got one in myself. I'll take it off in Florida. "

Charles said " Fine, honey, I'm on my way. I'm leaving here from Chicago on a flight so I'll be there before you. Are you sure you can drive, it's over 10 hours anyway." I smiled wearily. So Charles really did care the whole time. I wasn't used to it.

Damon. Well, he cared when he was in the mood. I said, "I can handle anything with my rage. " Charles said, "If Adam and I are gonna get out of here, we'll be ready to help as soon as you get here. "