The target was about drugged out of her mind. Well, he observed the target for a while and ran a couple of neurological tests, yep this girl was medicated and well. She could handle the drive just fine. Sark didn't know why the target was in this condition and left or in the car too but when he spotted his opportunity, after they had been shadowing the house for some time, of course, he took the chance. They arrived at the facility at their destination and it was an old castle or monastery. A perfect disguise. The subject was first taken for enzyme treatment where the subject's liver was platinized and then waited.

The subject would be subjected to several tissue samples and imaging. Sark did not yet prescribe any medications as he wanted to find out what drug the subject was actually on. The researchers removed some sort of brace from the subject and scanned, there was still jelly in the intestines and abdominal cavity, but it was mostly already absorbed. Sark knew about medical jelly and he thought it was a clumsy way to keep someone sedated because the jelly always had to be added and at first it wouldn't even be certain how well the jelly would work.

I knew my liver was platinized. I'm in the barbed handcuffs at the medical facility once again, oh how nicely done Bran, leaving me in the car drugged and not even noticing we were being followed and the house was probably under surveillance for quite some time. Just my luck. Oh, that pissed me off. The jelly and its effects started to wear off after a week. Sark still didn't want to drug me. Apparently, my tissues didn't want to heal that well and he had found some kind of enzyme blocker in the tissue samples.

I had no doubts. My liver was numb. Mimosa was asleep again, I don't know how or why. But the researchers dragged me back into the cage and put the damn lamp on. I changed shape, and back, and again, so many times I couldn't take it anymore. I lay on my side on the ground and spasms went through my body but nothing happened. Then it was back to other subjects. 145 new ways to kill me. None of them worked as I kept coming back to life. Now they sewed a bomb inside me that exploded. And again I felt the pain of every piece before I could put myself back together. After those experiments, we changed shape again, for as long as we could. Next, different drugs. First creams. different strengths. Oh that I got many different rashes, burns, sores, necrotic skin. Then again antibiotics.

Now I didn't even need bacteria. Vomiting, diarrhea, blood diseases, headaches. The symptoms were many. I didn't know how long I'd been here, but I knew I wasn't the only one. Again, stretchers passed by the room with a motionless figure covered with a sheet, often the sheet was still bloody. Quite often still.

Eventually, Sark took me to the operating theatre and gave me a strong muscle relaxant, and opened me up. "Now I'm going to put bombs inside you, with the same lovely silver as on the ship, 28 of them. Some of them have the other metals Iridium, Vanadium, Rhodium and Cobalt, Platinum, and Gold. These bombs go off if you run away, one after the other. 10 meters from that doorway they start, and you can be sure that these will stop you. I'd love to explore the effect of that silver on you one day, but we've got quite a lot of material to go through again, so I'll put you in another room. You never know who might wander in here so it's good to have you out of sight. But your liver is still platinum and your organs are slowly starting to heal. 9 weeks. What in the world was done to you to block your ability to heal so effectively? You must be feeling the bombs everywhere. The three bombs contain the same amount of silver as you got on the ship and it is in a form that is absorbed quickly and has a rapid effect. Now if one bomb activates and detonates the next one every 15 seconds. So even if you get some distance to go, in 45 minutes, you're completely under the influence of silver. Completely. The bombs have to be within 20 centimeters of each other or they'll explode so any attempt to disable them, well you're not going to succeed plus they might explode if you move them around a lot. They do have a kind of motion sensor on them, though. Well now every bomb is in place and activated and these are not deactivated, these are just armed. "

Oh, this one loves to talk. Oh, bombs, silver madness bombs. Interesting. Sark put me on a stretcher and the investigators transported me, liver freshly platinum plated, to a cell in the basement. It was made of stones, probably the original ones, and cold as hell. I was wearing a shirt and pants that were made of extremely thin material. I had lost a lot of weight in the whole 9 weeks, I knew that, and I still couldn't get my rage to make any connection. My liver hurt like hell all the time and when there was no rage to take it out, it was almost a paralyzing pain.

I had one hope. Magnum had come up with a way to make some of my subcutaneous goods so that they wouldn't show up on X-rays. And not really on any other scanner either. I had a pretty good selection of them but I only had one with me now. I had put it on myself as standard equipment, without even doing any work, just in case. It was embedded deep in my breast tissue.

Now I needed some time and peace of mind to get the transmitter out and tuned up. I could send a message. Because this was going to be a public rescue. I myself would testify in front of everyone, Samuel Colin even Damon would have to write a thousand medical reports on me, but the only problem was those bombs, but we'd have 45 minutes before I was a total nutter.

We'd need a plan, the press, the police, everybody. I'd be saved. SWAT, anybody. My transmitter battery would last for several messages back and forth. I could wait, because I really wanted this to happen. I grew a werewolf's claw on myself and cut the transmitter in plain sight. I took it out and took my time putting it back together. I still had a spare battery, which I hadn't even remembered right away. Excellent.

At night when no one was around I turned the transmitter on. It would send out a continuous signal until someone answered. When the light turned green, it was a signal that someone was listening. I waited my time and fell asleep for a while. When I opened my eyes, the light was green.

I took the transmitter in my hand and said "Mimi here, now I want a public rescue, I'm in the old castle in a medical facility and this is the right place. There are other victims here, some dead, I have seen the bodies. Now this is it." The receiver crackled and Magnum's voice came on " What state are you in, can we afford to wait long enough to get a plan together? I'll get this to find your location now and see what we can do, but Mimi, seriously, wouldn't it just be better to get someone to get you out of there?"

I replied "I'm thin, tired, I've got 28 silver bombs inside me, if someone takes me 10 meters further away the bombs will explode, same stuff as on the boat, ask Adam and Samuel. We have 45 minutes before the silver goes to my head and I'm crazy. This is the best option because once I've recovered from the silver madness, I'll testify and hard. Damon, Colin, Samuel, or half the world will have to make statements and testimonies about me. But I want Magnum to make this public. We won't have a better opportunity and since there are many other victims here, even better. Get on with it and always let me know what the situation is. I'm being kept in a cell in the basement now so no one will see me,"

Magnum was quiet for a moment and said "I'll get on it but, Mimi, I can't swear Adam or Damon won't try to save you first. " I sighed of course " Tell them about the bombs, the victims, Sark, make this as tempting an opportunity as possible. I'm counting on you, my friend. " Magnum clicked once to signal that he heard. The green light went out and I stayed waiting.

A couple of days passed, and the researchers always brought me a tray of food that was drugged, so I didn't eat. I smelled the drugs all the way to the door. My liver started to get pretty black and the pain started to stop, so I suspected my liver was dead. I would grow a new one or more in good time depending on how busy my replicating enzyme happened to be. Sark came and shot me a tranquilizer dart.

I hid my transmitter back where I took it before the drug could take effect. When I woke up I was back under the lamp again, changing shape long and hard until I couldn't. My liver had been taken out and so had all the enzymes, you could feel it when you tried to change the form, without the enzymes, you couldn't. At least not quickly or many times. Sark started to get it in his skull. I was put on a sedative implant the whole time and taken back to the basement cell.

Finally, I managed to dig out the transmitter and the light was green. I pressed the button and said "Mimi here, any news?" Damon's voice was tight, tense as he said "Mimi, baby, are you alright, I've been waiting for you for a week on the line, what did they do to you? Magnum is about to make this public but can we baby, can we really afford to wait? How bad shape are you going to let them put you in? "

I cleared my throat and said " I can take it, Damon, I really can, but remember when I get rescued I have to have time to make a statement, no matter how much pain I'm in when the bombs go off, it'd still be fucking good to have someone recording the whole thing. I know your instincts will kick in and it will be bad but please, if at all possible let people rescue me. For publicity. That way we can get the strongest story out of this. Just get the world's press and fucking high authorities because some of the victims are human. "

Damon was silent for a moment and said " You baby, don't ask for a little then, you know that's going to be a fucking hard place for me. Right now, I feel like, I keep watching live satellite feeds of that castle you're in, coming in there, storming in, sinking my teeth into your neck, and putting you to sleep so you don't have to fucking feel the bombs going off inside you. I'm trying, baby, I'm trying darling for real, but I'm not promising anything. And you can't make me promise darling. "Oh, that guy.

That's an okay guy if he's not in a stabbing mood or a bit of a bully but otherwise okay. Damon continued " Magnum says it'll be another week, but baby, this is gonna be a big one. Public prosecutors and all. Supreme Court justices and even the Speaker of Congress might show up. Adam is here with me and we have one question. How in the world did they catch you in the first place? "

Oh, Bran didn't tell, fine let's tell the boys then "Oh, Bran didn't tell?" Damon said in a stern voice " Did what tell me, baby, what does Bran have to do with this? " I laughed, enjoying how I'm going to fry Bran.

"12 weeks ago I quit that bakery experiment Bran put me on, I mean I ran that bakery for 8 weeks by myself, I just got to the house and I was thinking about not doing anything for a week when Bran called and said he had some information to go over, and lo and behold Charles was just in town and drove me to Brans. When I came in, Bran started demanding contacts. I repeated myself for the millionth time and said when they don't want to talk to you, but Bran pulled the fast one and badly. Do you want me to continue or do you want to make up the rest?"

Adam's voice was hoarse. "No, go on and tell me everything." Adam's temper was explosive so Bran would probably get a pretty good shout and now there would be no excuse. I continued "I asked to go to dinner to talk afterwards and Bran agreed but drugged my drink with chloral hydrate and I passed out on the food, woke up naked on the exam table in spiked handcuffs and Bran paralyzed my vocal cords and tied even tighter, then gave me a muscle relaxant and gelled. The jelly on day one was a rage blocker and there was a lot of it. I still haven't got my rage out and I don't know how long it will take. After he had jellied my stomach full, he put a brace on which made sure the chilled jelly was absorbed all the time. Then I had to be without underpants when Bran needed to relieve the pressure, he put some arousal gel and a crawler on me, it was actually a good game. But then Bran decided to fuck my ass and it hurt and it hurt bad. Well then at six in the evening into the cage which was so small you could just lie down in it, there was a mattress in there, and the marrok power was on full blast he told me to fall asleep as soon as he left the room ie the basement and had to have dreams, wake up was at eight in the morning.

When I woke up, vocal cords were down, muscle relaxant given, gelling, bowel and stomach. The day before drank a laxative, I now got my bowels full of jelly first, different meds. On the third day, he removed all my organs because the multiplying enzyme had been activated when Bran didn't know the anatomy, poured a whole bag of concentrate over my organs, and put a port in my small intestine to make it easier to jelly. My punishment was gelling, when I put up against it. On the fifth day, someone called and Bran picked me up, totally drugged, we drove into the yard of some building and Bran just got out of the car. Sark's guys came right over and picked me up. That's how I got caught."

Adam was already cursing harshly and I could hear the promise of pain in Damon's voice as he said " Darling, I think a certain Bran Cornick needs a little lesson. Luckily we have a week because Bran never even said he invited you to his house, when we told him your car was still in the driveway, he just remarked that the lady had been careless again. Now, darling, I won't budge on this, Bran has done nothing to save you. He's negotiating with the alpha males for the heat treatments, but I can guarantee, darling, that this one will hit and sink." I sighed but for some reason, I was happy maybe because for once someone is on my side and it was Damon Salvatore in a fucking dangerous mood. The light went out and I waited.