We were in the throes of our passion for another week. Then my phone started beeping so loudly that I rolled off Damon, sweaty and tired, and said " Let me see what the world needs now that I am such a desirable woman." Damon started eating my ear and neck, nipping and nibbling as I reached for my phone. There were 25 messages for a couple of urgent gigs and no one to do them. Two quick blasts. I put the phone down and turned to Damon and said "I've got two quick gigs, can you wait, or if you want to come along? Sark plants two blasts. I'm not even going in. I'm on the outside team." Damon looked at me and let his hands wander. "Hmm. Baby... I've never really been to your gigs much though, it could be fun. Fine, I'm in. When do you want to go?" I got up and went to the water to wash up. Damon followed me, and well, we didn't get very clean, but that's okay. We finally got to the house and I sent a message on the way that Damon was coming with us.

I got my supplies and was already in work mode. I noticed Damon leaning against the door and giving me a pointed look. He said "I've actually never seen you in this mode before. You're already at work even though you're at home. Interesting. There are sides of you I didn't even know existed." I had gathered my supplies and said " Yep, work is calling. Are you ready?" We went out and I went to my car and put my stuff in the back. My work car was a Mercedes Benz SUV. I jumped in the driver's seat and Damon got in the other side. He was obviously curious and wanted to see the whole thing. I set off driving and after half an hour we came to the town center which we had to drive through. I cursed a steady stream and berated all the drivers. I slammed my hand against the dashboard and broke my skin for a moment so badly that my blood smelled in the air. I wasn't even paying attention when Damon started rummaging in the glove compartment and then found a jar of velvet, black, and a fair amount of it.

When he finished pouring the velvet into the jar he looked at me and said " Keep it up darling and the next dose will be on your neck and the gigs will be over for me. You have the worst Roadrage I have ever seen on anyone. You can be sure, darling, that I'm going to come driving if you don't calm down." I looked at Damon sharply. He was serious and I had been warned. Fine. I tried to calm down and not fuck everyone out loud as I fucked in my head. After 10 minutes Damon said " Do you know darling, you have a strong telepath sitting next to you? That's just as good as talking out loud as far as I'm concerned. Now please drive to that rest stop and I'll drive the rest of the way if you want to do these gigs." Fine, let's drive to the rest stop, I thought irritably.

I got out of the driver's seat and went to sit on the other side when Damon fucked up all my seat adjustments again. I'm pretty particular about driving comfort and when I buy a car, one thing is I adjust my driving position to perfection because the distances can be long. Damon is at least 20 cm taller than me, he has long legs and a completely different driving style. He moved the seat back, lowered it, and changed the position of the backrest. He moved the wheel. Adjusted the mirrors, but I suffered. I'm the one who invited him to the job. For some reason, having someone else adjust the seat of my car to fit them makes me nervous because it's my car. I haven't learned to share them yet.

We finally got there and I got my stuff out of the car and went into our base, there was a crowd of people and I greeted everyone and introduced Damon. He started walking around and talking to people. I put my stuff on one of the benches and went to look at the floor plans, what was the problem with them? My explosion expert this time was a 50-year-old engineer who had done a lot of explosion work for a living. Demolished buildings and all sorts of things. I started looking at a suitable place and we discussed it. Damon joined in the conversation and perfectly took over and the two of them started talking. I didn't mind. I had a bit of this in mind. Two jobs so they could both do one job. Damon seemed to know what he was talking about and I moved to my other table to watch the gig.

I planned this gig with one of the women. She was one of the most experienced busters around. Her name was Lucy. Lucy was happily married to a woman and although Damon was looking at her almost hotly as if to test her, Lucy was in work mode, we both were. This would be my gig. It was a pharmaceutical plant in an old factory and we had been researching and shadowing this for a couple of years. Now the city water department had done a renovation near the plant and they had had to dismantle their security because this was a secret pharmaceutical plant and the plant was supposed to be abandoned. This gave us an opportunity and I was ready to take it. I'd be on the outside team, so I'd locate the gas lines, the fuel tanks, and put fucking powerful bombs in them. There were six of us in the field team. Each one had an area to arm. The inside team would go in first and put the explosives in strategic places and then we'd go in the outside team. Once everything was set up it would be Kaboom time.

Our explosives were modified, partly experimental, chemical so that bomb dogs, for example, couldn't smell them. They were small, undetectable, and fucking effective. Damon was already studying the explosives when the engineer showed them to him. Damon soon had his whole crew together and was running the show. He seemed right at home and I thought I'd better remember to see if I could get this guy in again. Any help was always welcome. I called my group together and we started going through the gig.

I noticed that Damon had come along and was looking at me challengingly. I heard him say in my head. " Interesting, baby, that we're both doing our own gigs. Somehow I got the impression that we would do the gigs together, but I don't mind. " I smiled excitedly and he just nodded as he headed off to his own group again. I tried to concentrate on going through the gig and my future husband was advising me from the head the whole time. Most of the advice was spot on. But not all. Apparently, the Lord was in protection mode and would have preferred to leave me in the car to coordinate, but I didn't quite go for it. I just looked back defiantly when we got through our plans.

We would now do the gigs simultaneously as we now had a manager for the other team. Damon. He came up to me and said " Baby, be careful then, I'd rather take you on this job with me to make sure you're safe, but let's do it your way. I'll take the Mercedes and you take another car." Ah, the fine car is gone. Well, luckily we always have cars available at the base. Damon would be leaving with his team after he had collected all the supplies, it was a pleasure to watch how professionally he went through our weapons and selected a couple of guns and a lot of bullets for himself. I actually had my own locker and the look on Damon's face was worth seeing as I went to my locker and started gathering my gear and getting dressed. He lazily walked over to my locker and looked. In my locker, I have bulletproof vests, different strengths, and safety shoes. Even armored trousers if you're going to have a tough job.

Magnum had pretty much made all this protective gear. I took one of the gloves with me, and put a work watch on my wrist, of course, that's where the bombs were detonated from and they were always synchronized so we were in time. I had a receiver in my ear and a microphone on my collar. I tested that they could be heard. Damon had gotten similar ones, but I had a custom-made receiver and microphone. To suit the Werewolf. Damon took his off and quite coolly took a similar headset and microphone from my locker. He rifled through my jackets. Some of them were longer and he chose one to put on. It fits like a dream because it was a man's jacket. Some of them I'd found for women, but there were men's models because not everything was made for women. Damon leaned against me and said, " Think, darling, when we're married we'll share everything, if I come to the gigs every now and then I'll probably have the key to this locker of ours." Oh darling time again. He pulled me against him and rubbed my liver. Again. I didn't say anything. He released his grip and walked to the front door. I got all my stuff together and I was ready myself. I grabbed my bag from the top of the closet and went outside.

Damon got into the car in the driver's seat and I watched them drive off. I happily got in the back of one of the SUVs, enjoying the ride from time to time. Especially on the way to the gig. I like to be so focused on what's coming that I don't want any extra distractions and there was always a driver in our team. But Damon wanted to do things his way, so that's the way he does it. The drive was less than 35 minutes and we arrived at our destination. The interior team left quickly and efficiently and now we just had to wait. Planning a gig like this takes time and there are so many things to consider.

First, we had to make sure the plant could be blown up. So there are clearly gas pipes or somewhere you can make a good bang. Second more importantly there was no one to save. That was the one that took time and a lot of it. We had now been watching this site day and night, with werewolves, drones, and satellites. No victims. Then we had to look at security. What kind of guards, fences, everything? It was to our advantage that this was a secret facility. They couldn't put up strong electric fences or terribly many people out.

But because it was pretty centrally located, even though there was nobody in the neighborhood, it wasn't so remote that the city government, for example, wasn't keeping an eye on it. Usually what the pharmaceutical companies did was wait a few years and if the factory or wherever they had set up shop was suitable, then this bogus company or shell company would buy the place and start turning it into something, and then they would get added security. But because often the drug companies had little funding problems they couldn't afford to publicize every hiding place because it cost. In good times no one would sell the building or the land and it would have to be rented, or the owner would want to come in and show it off.