That's why we always tried to strike before the facility started collecting security and improving everything. These were also damn hard to find. The satellites were there to help but they didn't know everything either. The reconnaissance troops were the keyword. Most of the time, the fleas were watching, observing. And then every once in a while it paid off. The interior team had done their job and soon it would be our turn. This was an enzyme plant. So this was looking for enzymes similar to the ones I had. Enzyme samples were brought in from different facilities and they were tested and processed. If there was a use for the enzyme, the donor was put on the records that it would then have to be captured if it had been rescued from a pharmaceutical facility, for example. This would also be a big financial hit because the enzymes were what these institutions were using to make money.

My enzyme allowed the drug company to make the prescribed drugs much cheaper than they normally would. And yet those drugs were sold at a high price so the drug companies made a sweet profit. Yet when it came to one old blood pressure drug, one cholesterol drug, and four different erectile dysfunction drugs. All the drugs were popular and expensive. But when the manufacturing costs dropped so low with my enzyme, more money came in. But my enzymes didn't last forever and so the drug companies kept looking for new enzymes. Samuel didn't believe in the whole enzyme theory. He lectured me for a long time that everyone has their own enzymes, and everyone's enzymes are partly unique. I hadn't even talked about enzymes to Damon yet. I got this information less than a year ago when I found out about enzymes at a gig. I didn't even know if I could protect my enzymes in any way.

The inside team came to the meeting place and we went to work. I went around from the front of the factory to the courtyard and my own area. I started to hide the explosives so that even now if someone happened to walk by they wouldn't see them right away. I managed to put all 26 rounds and dropped one larger one down a well. Over the years all the waste oils and waste liquids had been drained into it and it hadn't always been emptied, I got the job done and got back to the rendezvous point. I was the last one and we were done. We got to our car and I took out my watch and pressed the button on the side of it, there started to be explosions and one after another of us bomb detonators blew ours. I watched with satisfaction as the whole building started to go up and flames were everywhere. We started to drive back to the base. Again, the medical establishment could not demand an investigation because they had now been exposed. Part of this job was to leave one section completely undestroyed so that the investigators and firemen had evidence of chemicals that shouldn't have been there. And those chemicals again had to do with the financiers who didn't like being investigated every time there was an explosion. That job went well.

I changed out of my gear at the base and made some coffee. Damon probably wouldn't come until the morning because they had such a long drive. We had coffee and went to a diner to get something to eat. Some of the gang left and those of us who stayed went to eat and there were 8 of us. 4 of us including myself were at another gig with someone else, husband, wife, boyfriend. The rest of us were in no hurry to go anywhere. There were active members in the fleas, so it was we who were doing the gigs, researching, and enquiring.

And then there were the so-called shadow members. They wouldn't admit to anyone that they were members of a Flea and might even publicly be against us. But as these were senators and congressmen, they had their own advantages. the vice president was one of them. If there was some kind of a pharmaceutical company or something like that that came to light. These guys were calling for heads on a platter. These were the ones that raised a ruckus and brought things out in the open. And the publicity again was what the designated drug companies didn't want. Shadow members could give information or example to the right designated satellites at all times at designated times when no one would be watching them and when they would be sort of on the off chance. We had the resources but we were always ready to accept any help.

We got back to base at six o'clock in the morning and half an hour later I saw Damon's team pull up. He was pleased when he came in and kissed me passionately as everyone watched. I kissed back. He said " Are you ready baby so we can go? It was actually a very satisfying gig, I'll have to remember to hang around more, darling." Damon directed me very firmly to the car and I had no choice but to get in. We drove to the house and Damon asked on the way " Does that always give you this feeling? When you do a gig on the spot?" I smiled and said " It depends on what kind of feeling you mean, but if you're talking about feeling like you did something right then yes, yes, you always get that feeling after a successful gig. There's one less enzyme plant." I said.

Damon grunted and said, " What actually is an enzyme plant, what's the big deal?" Oh yeah, when I didn't tell you fine " About a year ago I got some information from a gig, Sark has been researching my enzymes and found one that they use to make drugs on the cheap. I mean really much cheaper and yet they sell them at a high price so my enzymes always give a good profit, now my enzymes don't last forever and as you know they always get rescued. Samuel doesn't think they are that important sark has been trying to find enzymes from other places and the plant that blew up was processing the samples. A secret facility, well now The financiers have a problem again when their chemicals are found in the destroyed plant. "

Damon was quiet and said. "Yeah, I remember they were testing your enzymes when I sold you to the drug company, but why doesn't Samuel believe it?" I was silent for a moment and said "No, he doesn't believe me and won't let me do it. Colin didn't understand anything when I said that. I can dig out the papers if you want to go through them yourself. It would be good if someone wise would at least say whether it would be a problem if the enzymes were robbed. Why do I even have them? Can they be protected, can they be changed?" Damon said calmly "Yeah don't worry, I can go through the papers and we'll do some research. If Samuel doesn't want to, I'm always ready to help." We drove the rest of the way to the house in silence. Damon's eyebrows were slightly furrowed and I knew he was already thinking about the whole enzyme thing.

We arrived at the house and I went straight into one of the rooms upstairs, I actually had the enzyme papers in here. I picked them up and took them downstairs to Damon. " Here's this enzyme stuff, you can look through it." Damon took the papers and got into one of the armchairs and started to read through the papers with his eyebrows furrowed. I got in the shower and changed into my home clothes, which was a dress. When I came down Damon was on the phone with someone talking about my enzymes. I sat down in an armchair and started reading the newspaper.

Damon got off the phone and said " Baby, I have to go and research this stuff somewhere else, I'll be back . I'm going to see a professor and see what I can do. Don't worry baby, when I come back we'll look at something else entirely." Damon came up to me and wrapped his arms around me from behind and said " Do you feel it, baby, do you feel how hot and hard I am already? " Fine this guy came out. " What are we going to do when I get back? Come on, baby. You feel it?" I said " Yeah, yeah, I feel it. I don't know what we're going to do yet." Damon took off and now took his own SUV.

I ate my food and continued with my business at the fleas. I had the day off. A couple of days went by and no word from Damon, but Sark had been spotted in Alabama. Now Sark and I have an enmity so I want to kill Sark but the flea marketers have shown me that Sark is just one cog in a huge machine and we should get Sark's contacts out and stuff. Somewhere along the line sark will be on the kill list but first the information. I promised to go shadowing because no one else got in right away. They had gone to Louisiana for five gigs.

I took one of our insignificant-looking cars and went to watch. I followed Sark's activities for hours. Then the Sark went to sit in the park and the man walked over to the same bench and handed the Sark a file. The man was Damon and he had just given my enzyme data back to the Sark. Why? Was it lack of money again or maybe the gentleman was going to sell me into the institution again .oh fuck. There had better be a fucking good explanation for this. I went back to the house and was shocked. Not that those were not the only records, I had copies of them and over the years had got myself a photographic memory and had gone through every page so I could rewrite them myself if need be.

Damon came home the next day while I was talking to Jarod on the phone just general stuff. He came into the room and snatched the phone out of my hand and slammed it against the wall. He said " Again Jarod. I see the wedding will have to wait unless Jarod is the groom, or maybe Magnum" I got up and let my rage show. I said " Well, what did the sark give you about the information? Don't try to deny it. I saw your little exchange in the park. Well, did you have maybe a pharmaceutical factory reserved for me as a wedding present or are you going to fucking sell there again sooner. Unless you've happened to fucking notice I'm fucking rich so if you're short of money come and ask! Otherwise, the information was not a single item. I have copies of them and in case you didn't know I have a photographic memory and have gone through them. "

Damon looked at me like a piece of meat and came over to me and lifted me by the throat onto the wall so that my feet were 50 cm off the ground. He said "I would so like to teach you one fucking time to respect me enough to not always talk to strange men and have phone sex with them. You would, baby, be such a fucking good victim for a couple of things I could do to you. And I can guarantee you wouldn't enjoy them at all. And I don't think once would be enough. That remains to be seen, but come at me the same way again and I guarantee you'll be sorry and good." Damon smelled like a wet dog as he set me down to let me fall to the ground panting. He walked away.

I decided not to say anything more because he had been looking at me like a medical examiner. Totally without emotion or empathy. At that moment I was just someone to whom he could do anything. Bad. This was not the darling type. This one didn't want to teach, this one wanted to destroy. I heard the car leave and when I went into the living room my phone and wallet were on the table. I decided to leave Alabama myself. I went to Colorado. It was a long drive, but I had time. I called Adam on the way and told him the whole damn thing. Adam didn't understand at all and neither did I. I decided to let it go. It was good that Sark knew that I was aware of my own enzymes. At the same time, I realized that I couldn't take Damon to the Flea because, with his relationship with Sark, it would be hard to get the gigs done if he decided to sell us. Maybe a gig like that which is less than ready might be in order but I decided to scrap my plan to take Damon to the fleas. I would also know to keep my mouth shut about certain things. It was disappointing because I had thought we would get to spend a lot more time together. Not everything is just meant to function.