We had the plan, the supplies, and the time all in place. I went to put on the gear. First I went into one of the bedrooms and took a box from under my bed. I opened it. There was everything flat, and small, that I would hide under my skin. I grabbed various pieces of equipment and took a sharp scalpel and got to work, first slicing then shoving a spatula like this under my skin and starting to peel my skin away from my flesh. When I got a big enough area, I put the stuff I had in mind. And then just let the incision heal.
Magnum had done most of this and some of it was packed in bags with sort of gel in them so you couldn't see under my skin, for example, the wire bugs, I'd been doing this for years and quite a few times these actually helped. I'd eventually hidden inside myself one bow and arrow, a very small transmitter, and explosives that don't activate until you connect them. I usually put one part on the left and one part on the right. A walkie-talkie, spare bullets and a collapsible gun, and three knives.
Once I got these in place I put on black jeans, and proper boots on my feet with a black button-down shirt and a black jacket, used some dental stuff, and dyed my hair black. Then I put on my guns. I put small ones on both my ankles, a Beretta on my thighs, and a Walther PPK on my hips. I didn't put an underarm holster on because I thought it was clumsy. In my jacket stash were knives, ammunition, 3 syringes of adrenaline, and 2 syringes of a dental agent that would set me off in a second.
These were in case someone shot a tranquilizer or tranquilizer dart so with those syringes I had escaped more than once. Of course, it always required calming down if I blew up my rage, but that was usually taken care of. Well, now I wasn't sure because it had always been Damon's job to get my rage down and because he was no longer in my life like that. Well, this was going to be interesting. Luckily I had Adam. He could get my rage down if he wanted to.
We had protocols in place for everything, if I or anyone was shot with a single dart the gig would be off and I would send out a danger signal which would mean everyone would retreat and go to a predetermined safe haven, each to their own with the help of designated security. No exceptions, same thing, if anyone else was hit by a dart then the gig would be off and we would then wonder what we missed, what we didn't know, and whether we could do the gig again.
Things under my skin were so well put together that even if someone did a body check they wouldn't know anything. Only an X-ray would reveal the truth. Yet another lesson I had sort of refined from the books of Modesty Blaise. It was just easy for me to literally hide under my skin, no need to develop a false skin.
We were off and running. I had to go around to the back of the facility and find a gas pipe and put some explosives in there. we all had our own places and the strike team worked in pairs I went by myself. I snuck around to the back of the building and was able to set the first bomb when I felt a dart hit the back of my neck. Oh, an incident like this. I grabbed the dart out and sure enough it was empty. Whatever was in it was now in me. An easy solution takes the rage out. I took out my rage and snorted the dart, sedative and damn strong at least some of it, all of it I couldn't figure out but I didn't need to.
I had already hit the signal and started to withdraw. I left the explosive in place with the intention of detonating it anyway. I let my rage be pretty much on display and started to retreat into the cover of the woods, when I found my legs would not obey and my arms were losing strength. Oh fuck some muscle relaxant. Not much help from the rage but adrenaline might help, if only I could get my still powerless and clumsy arms to work. I heard movement from several directions.
There was a muffled thud and a silver net with weights flew over me, knocking me over completely. The muscle relaxant worked relentlessly and soon I was entangled in the net very effectively. The man came out. Sark, of course. He walked over to me and behind me. He grabbed my hair and I felt something cold metal press into the back of my neck and then a sharp pain followed by nothing.
Sark was pleased. Omega was now in control. The snapping of the neck put the target's rage down long enough for them to get the target under control and properly restrained. Sark had been studying this woman for a long time and the new thing he knew that needed to be taken into account when controlling her was her rage.
Now a person can get angry and be angry and do who knows what in their rage but it's nothing compared to the rage of the supernaturals. An enraged werewolf can be three times stronger than normal and three times more ferocious. But this individual, this rage made it all possible, when the target was enraged even the big silver bullets fired at it stopped it, no anesthetic or sedative worked and this was brutal. This killed just about anyone who got in the way.
Sark had seen enough security camera footage of this thing to have studied the rage of supernatural creatures and how to control it. Snapping her neck would reset the rage, allowing his new rage-suppressing drugs to take effect. And then there would be the collection of enzymes. The subject was taken inside and tied to a scaffold. As soon as the subject's heart started beating, a very large dose of a rage inhibitor was injected into the vein. And it was also dripped all the time.
The subject's liver was taken out and a collector was attached to it. A disc the size of a liver, filled with long needles. The subject's liver was platinized and the enzyme would start to seep into the needles very soon. A permanent platinum coating was applied to the subject's liver. The enzymes would begin to accelerate within 24 hours, but even at this point, the subject had a healthy collection.
Meanwhile, the subject was put on a form of dialysis that would collect the enzyme out of the blood and keep the sedative levels appropriate. It would measure how fast the target was digesting the drug and would always add to a pre-set concentration as needed. There were other uses for the target, there really were. Sark checked that the target was properly secured in the upright rack and ordered more X-rays to be taken. The scientists started taking stuff from under the skin of the target. Sark was pleased with that tip as well.
I woke up tied to some kind of scaffolding while standing up. A sharp throbbing pain on my right side told me that the enzymes were collecting and my liver was platinized. My head felt sticky and my mind wasn't really moving. So I was very heavily medicated, a real cocktail of some damn poisons. I didn't feel my rage at first which wasn't good at all. T
he table in front of me told me that I had been x-rayed and everything was gone. I was also naked on a rack. Mimosa was in a deep sleep, as was Mirella. No help from them either. I was bound with metal restraints in several places from my arms and a couple of other places around my waist. chest. Fine, we can't get out yet, no because I was so drugged I doubted I could even stand on my feet. I was not at all pleased that my rage was off.
Sark and some older man entered. This reminded me of James Eckhart from the Beverly Hills series but probably not as nice. Sark said " How do you like my new rage suppressant? I think it's pretty effective. Don't worry you have so much use for it. But first I thought you'd be bored anyway, so I've arranged some entertainment for you for the next three weeks at least. " Sark left the room and this other man came up to me like I was a bug.
He said " Yeah that Damon did so much better marrying my daughter, Petra. You're just a freak. But luckily I have a use for freaks." Oh fuck, how lovely, of course, Damon's new wife was supposed to be the daughter of the evil pharmacy guy. Well if the girl doesn't know what her father's doing. He continued " You wouldn't believe how much Damon talks about you, your rage, your gigs, and those nice things under your skin. Damon doesn't know who I am. No no, I'm just the manager of a big yarn factory. Isn't that a nice disguise? It's not like you can't get to me, no, no. A little more married happiness with Petra and Damon won't care what I do and will even defend me against you because he's so happy with Petra. They belong together and well, you're a cheap little bitch that didn't give Damon what would have been his share. Damon and Petra might be about to have a new addition to the family. Another thing you didn't give Damon. I can tell by the look on your face that you know it's true. That is if you ever get out of here." The man left the room and two other guys came in and turned the rack so I was looking out the window. I realized it was a two-way mirror. In the other room, they don't know they're being watched.
I looked when there was a similar rack in the room to the one I was in. There was just one member of my strike team attached to it. Some or all of them had been caught. Sark was in the room wearing a tee shirt and looking at the monitors attached to my friend, the EKG, the pulse oximeter, and the respiratory rate. Blood pressure. Then Sark took a knife and sliced. Not a deep cut, just a surface cut. My friend was Burt, Ben's son. Burt wasn't like a young boy, wasn't even 18 but he had insisted on getting into gigs.
Adam would be furious if Sark did what I feared. I hadn't introduced Burt to Adam when I'd had the chance. Burt was one of my hackers but had already been a driver on a couple of gigs and now he'd been caught. My fault. I now realize what the entertainment for the next three weeks is. Three weeks 21 days, 22 fleas. Sark cut again and again. It took hours. Sark knew when to stop when the damage was fatal. He left but made sure I could see everyone.
Burt had been injected with several syringes of adrenaline and the room had been visited by a fear demon. My friend was dying, slowly, painfully, in agony and there was nothing I could do. He was dying very slowly, in pain, conscious all the time. Oxygen saturation which was 99 at first slowly started to drop to 80.70. The steady strong heart rate seen in the EKG started to thin, and beats were missed Burt's breathing started to slow down and be intermittent.
Slowly the EKG dropped to a flat line and my friend died. Sark entered the room and went behind Burt. He pulled Burt's head up by the hair and with the knife in his other hand he slashed my friend's throat wide open, not much blood came out. Sark did this every day. Tortured one of my strike team members to death in front of me and always the same in the end. He came and slit the throat.
Like someone could fake their own heart-stopping. My right side was now black it started at the armpit and went down to the hip. The bruise spread a little more than halfway down my body. It was sore. The sark of the week tried new drugs on me all the time and I was more or less medicated.
And then Damon came round and again I saw through the mirror how he was kissing Petra right in the same room where my friend had been killed. How Sark shook Damon's hand. How Damon joked with Sark and then Petra said "Damon, you know what, Daddy has developed a cure for you so you are no longer sterile. I know what your ex-love made you do and you can actually be happy that he is the solution to our problem. I know she was your biological half and Daddy has now collected a miracle enzyme from her with Sark and with it your fertility is fine. Look, honey. Here are the capsules. 1 capsule a day for 10 days and we'll have a baby."
Damon looked pointedly at Sark "Is Mimi here or, I thought she was in another facility? Fine, I could talk to Mimi if I can calm her down at all. Mimi can be so damn absolute." Sark said " Over here. She's in holding, it may look rough, but you know what she's capable of and I don't want to risk anyone's life, not even if I'm doing this for the whole world."
Damon nodded. He said, "Mimi can't die, just do what you see fit, I have the power to manage Mimi's medical care, so I can sign the consent form too." I was shocked. Really. First, he sold me to the medical establishment and now he's still approving it. Fortunately, Bran and Adam had been wise in this matter, but soon Salvatore will see.
Damon came into the room and looked me over. I was naked strapped to a rack, unwashed, a wild look which was due to the fact that Sark had killed three weeks of my friends, I was in pain, medicated and Damon looked me over clinically. I had lost so much weight that every rib was showing. The shackles tightened as I got smaller. Damon came in front of me and touched my side. There was still a scoop in place and a platinum drip dripping.
"Mimi, you need to calm down. You can't die. You're only hurting yourself by attacking everyone. Your enzyme saves so many. You're doing a very important service to humanity. I don't want to see you in pain, so I supplied Mr. Sark with five large bags of the strongest velvet I could make. They'll see if they can synthesize it. Mimi, try to have a better attitude. Mr sark is collecting as much enzyme as he needs. I gave him permission. But I have..."
"Damon you no longer have it, Bran cancelled it. Colin is now my medical guardian and he won't approve. Oh thank you for approving, I live by your approval. Fuck off, get out, I never want to see you again. By the way, if you see Adam, tell him I said hello and that the strike team is in the stars. " That was our code language and Damon didn't know it.
He would come right out and tell me that everyone had been caught and killed, except me, and that code would also tell me that I was still a prisoner. Damon looked at me for a moment and turned around. He stopped at the door and turned and said " Did you know Mimi that Petra thought you were such a badass legend that she was willing to name our baby Mimi if it was a girl, but I don't agree. You are a bitter freak who doesn't know her own best even when it comes on a silver platter. You are Mimi, you always have been, a soulless killing machine, a soulless freak and I'm done trying to make you better."
I laughed, this was funny, Damon came closer with cold eyes. I said in a fucking dangerous low voice so no one in the other room would hear "Damon darling, how are you going to train a petra? She won't heal, can't take a flank, a couple of stabs in the wrong place and you're a widow." Damon smiled cruelly and replied in a creepy voice " How did you think I was going to train Elena, baby, my blood is helping oddly enough to endure, but don't you worry about it. If the need ever arises, I'll find you. Too bad that song won't scare you anymore. A little fear might do you some good. Did you know they have a fear demon here, how would you like that?" I spat in Damon's eye. There you go. He reached down and pressed his hand on my side and hard, I blacked out from the pain.
When I woke up, he was gone. I just wondered how Adam would react if Damon gave him that message. That's when Damon actually tells Adam that he's talked to me while I've been a prisoner. Oh, yeah, yeah. Sark continued his drug trials and Damon no longer came to visit, Petra did.
Daddy how is our guest, Daddy Damon just took the last capsule, when am I pregnant, Daddy what are you going to do to that freak next, Daddy try this and try that. So I've just had an antibiotic test. I had been infected with the most resistant bacteria in the world which was an absolute horror to humans and killed them for sure. The bacteria lived in me just fine and I was given many different antibiotics with various symptoms, diarrhea, vomiting, rash, white blood cell count, and platelet count. Eventually, the bacteria was gone but I didn't know if it was the antibiotics or myself.
Next, they put amoebas in the brain, again different drugs, end result was the same the amoebas disappeared after a while. I was finished, my weight was 23 kilos. Then it was time for autopsies and tissue samples. My liver had now been removed quite a few times. They had tried to drip velvet but it gave me a fucking bad allergic reaction.
They couldn't get it to work. Damon came to see me one more time. Although I was covered with a padded blanket and sedated up to my eyeballs. He just stroked Petra's belly and said "That's right Mimi, go kill the nurses again, now you'll be sedated when you can't behave, you monster. Oh, Mimi. I actually hate you at the moment. "