I started to get myself in shape and see what to do next. I didn't have to think much when Mimosa said in my head " We've got another Eurasia gig coming up with the jungles. Long as hell. Now it's going to be a year and a half." Oh fuck. I started to organize it. I let everyone know and Adam promised to let Damon know when he saw this. Now everyone was busy at first, even Bran, and it was so important for everyone to be at the gig. It was no big deal. I wouldn't be on my own. I'd either have Adam, Damon, Charles, or Magnum with me all the time.

These all took part in the Europe gig and of course, I was blessed with fight clubs so damn many. Fine, no problem. First Portugal and Spain with Adam, Italy, and Germany with Damon, Austria, Switzerland with Charles, and Romania and Bulgaria with magnum, then it would be Adam's turn again. For some reason, I became anxious at the idea and again it took me a while to realize that I don't like giving up my independence and my power of decision. Fine, Bran and Samuel had to do mysteries and sabotage and were assigned rescue and blocking jobs. Oh, that Bran really enjoyed them. Good for him.

Normally when I go to a fight club, I have my own customs, my own practices and now I had a partner. Some of the fights would be done in pairs and that was the question mark right there. How well we would go together with whom. Bullfight fight club. Me and Adam against two bulls and four split demons. Oh, that's wonderful. I started to destroy my pieces and so did Adam. We were doing well. Adam did his part and I did mine. He knew what I could do and what I had done. Fine. We did all the clubs well.

So Adam wouldn't let me destroy any fuckers when I didn't have to. He wouldn't let me play with my opponent. If he found out I was playing with my victim, he'd come and kill him. He didn't let me keep nearly all my rage open, even for the entire time. The rage was put tightly hidden or else there would be an injection. He always had it with him. Fine, then we controlled our rage. Adam's principle was to get the opponent out of his misery as quickly as possible. No fighting or teasing, just life out and move on to the next one. It's a bit boring if somewhere in between there was a mood that made me want to do something about it. I wanted to play and no.

Well, we then moved on to France after two weeks and I got Damon as my partner. He was then very strict. No motherfuckers, no unnecessary risks. Pretty much the same principle, knock your opponent out dead on the spot. We had a couple of fights together and I can say we went a while before Damon actually let me do anything. He protected. He came cold in front of me when someone attacked, and killed both opponents himself, but as the night went on he started to relax a little bit and I got into the swing of things, then it became fun. We almost started competing to see who could do more and kill faster. But again with the fucking anger management.

This one had a new weapon. The calming purr. My rage fell down the well when the purring started. Oh, I was pissed off sometimes, but at the same time, I knew that now someone was looking out for me and maybe I wouldn't be so fucking bad after this gig. Although we'd have to trash the jungle ourselves and also probably put down some of the mafias. But that's okay.

Germany was tight for both of us and we didn't have to play around with that. We both fought in our own cages and while I could admire Damon's lethal efficiency in a cage for six months, I didn't have time for that. I had tougher opponents and now my rage had to be on display. Likewise, Damon had to control himself to the point where he couldn't even purr down my rage now. Instead, we fucked furiously every time at the house before the next gig. Both of us had our rages on full display and I could even imagine how our rages merged. When we merged.

The next partner was Charles. Same thing again. Killed his opponent on the spot and this boy was effective. I didn't even have time to do much at first, because he had already finished them both. Fine, I had my own fights, and oh how I got feedback hard on the drive back to the house and coaching as well. We fought all over the house when the clubs weren't enough. Charles taught me to kill faster, to be even more ruthless. He had actually seen pretty clearly what I was capable of, so he knew exactly the right way to steer me.

Except for my rage. I had to keep it under control, too. This one looked like a syringe, too. Fine, I can control myself. I'm learning a lot. New moves and it's actually fucking good to have someone new to fight with. Then you get to try some other tricks again. Improvise. I did beat Charles a couple of times for being so fucking unpredictable. I'm chaos. We went from club to club and slowly the gig would always progress. Next up would be magnum for two weeks. Sergeant Major.

Magnum was really a major player and oh on the way home I had been so fucking sloppy and reckless, careless that. And we were practicing. Where Charles was teaching me new ways to move, Magnum was honing every move to perfection. When I showed a kick that Charles or even Damon had taught, fine. Magnum taught me how to make it perfect. As good as it gets. And there's a hell of a difference. With the right technique, I could get 20% more power in a kick and improve my accuracy by 30%. You don't have to punch and kick so much when even a little bit can do some real damage.

The show went on it was Adam's turn again and we were in Ukraine and Hungary when I got the message about the emergency. We would or I would actually have time to do this. I went to Adam and said "Adam, I've got to go and do a rush gig, I'll be back in time. It's right here in Ukraine, a rescue mission, the fae is supposed to be victims so they would make good allies, and besides they're not good to investigate. Who knows what poisons they'll find."

Adam got up from the chair he was sitting in and asked " Fine, when do we leave?" I raised my eyebrows. Adam has never done a rescue mission. He's always been on killing sprees and blowing things up, but after that one job, I wonder if Damon told him about it. I said to Adam "Fine, come with me but, this is my job, I'm in charge so if you've got a problem with it, then you should stay home." Adam looked at me challengingly and said " Do I have a problem with a female boss, no I don't. Just show me what to do and let's go." I smiled and said "I'm actually going upstairs to get some supplies. "

I went upstairs. I'd bought a house in every country where there were always tours. I didn't really spend any time in these except for the European gigs but the looks on Adam and Damon's faces were quite revealing when the truth came out. I packed my bag and changed my clothes. I went downstairs and to my surprise, Damon was there too. He said, " Baby, I'm off too so you've got another one for the road." A real passionfruit factory. Fine. Of course, Damon should get to drive but since I knew the way to the base and didn't bother to go play navigator now. One of my rules was that I never drove with a navigator to any base because basically the information could be stolen. I knew that fleas had the same principle.

When Damon asked, " Why don't you use a sat nav to get there?" I said " Because I don't want to tell anyone outside the base the location of the base. Navigators can be hacked." Damon was silent and was actually surprised, it was interesting. What on earth did he think I was doing in a flea when so many things were completely new to him? It was as if he hadn't anticipated that this was actually such intense and demanding work. But fine by me.

I drove to the base and went inside. I introduced the two thugs who were with me and the men were men. They started talking to each other. I knew Adam was fluent in Russian but so was Damon. I hadn't studied that language and for the moment I wasn't going to. Penn and Ruby had also been on the Europe gig and they would be in on this. I joined them and started to watch the show while the men were still socializing. We now had a new attack, which Murdoc had advised.

I would fly a drone over the roof and drop three bombs. Again if there was a shielding mechanism these bombs would take it out of play, again if the roof was empty the bombs would not make so much noise that anyone would notice. If there was someone on the roof. We had three snipers in the woods in the trees ready to kill whoever was on the roof, as I said. You've got to keep evolving in this business. Only when the roof was clear would the job begin.

Once again, the way would be cleared for us rescuers, and now I only had one problem. The fae might not show up on the thermal cameras or register on them. So this would take a bit more time, having to go through all 16 floors. I would have Damon, as well as Adam, be the destroyers, they would get to rampage and destroy to their heart's content. I Penn, and Ruby were the saviors. We set off after I had explained the whole show to everyone. Damon and Adam were both wired. Extremely tuned, but a little tuning is only good.

We went out and I was in the car with Ben's son Burt. I'd been in touch with them ever since Ben died. I hadn't mentioned or told Adam anything. It was just something I had done. Burt was barely 15-16 years old and had come from a flea market when he was only 13. His mother had died, so Burt knew me and I was almost his aunt or a relative, I had just let him do office work and of course, we were helped by the fact that he was a fucking good hacker. He got a lot of Sark's accounts cleaned out and us the money then, and he found the information. But now he wanted to be on the gigs, so I'd let him be the driver on a couple of gigs. Adam actually didn't even know who Burt was and now I wasn't going to introduce them either.

We got there and I waited until the sharpshooters in the trees were ready. I put the drone in the air and the bombs down. There was apparently the same kind of cover again and it didn't take 15 minutes to get the roof in place. Adam, Damon, and the other destroyers went to clear us out. I soon ran across the yard and started looking for victims

. I went up to the eighth floor and there they were. I went to the first victim and these were the fae. I removed the shackles and the IV tubing. I squeezed his ear and I woke this guy up. I gave him my blood. The man looked like Richard Chamberlain and said "I am Alistair Beauclaire. You saved my life and I owe you my life. And I don't mind. I'm your ally now because these are really bad places." I nodded and directed this to the movers. It wasn't uncommon to get loyalty oaths at this point. I'd had a lot of rescued allies over the years. This was a good gig but there were a lot to be rescued and in the end, I always had two pints of blood left when I moved on to the next one. My blood really helped these guys a lot.

We got away and no one died. Damon and Adam really killed a lot this place had been well guarded but this time we won. We destroyed the whole damn facility in the end and drove to the base. I was supposed to be at the fight club in 18 hours, but that didn't bother me. This feeling was what kept me going. While I was still at the base putting my stuff away and writing everything down, this fae came up to me again. How he found his way here, I don't know but he was waiting for me in the coffee room when Burt came to pick me up and told me.

I then went to see this Fae. He reiterated his oath of allegiance and gave me his number on my work phone. if I ever need anything he will help. I said "Thank you. I have no doubt we can use you. You can be sure I won't give your number to anyone else." He smiled and said " You've got a lot of energy. I did hear that you had the energy fae changed to another form to save you. Now I have no doubt at all why they did it. Those facilities are so bad I've never come across anything like it. " Yes, people can.

We chatted for a while and I showed him a couple of diagrams of how extensive the networks of medical institutions are. He would start looking into it from his side too. He had contacts in Congress and with policymakers and he said " This whole thing should be brought out in the open. Show the whole world what's going on in these institutions. Then it would be that much harder for them to hide again." I nodded. I had the idea in my head but I wouldn't do anything about it until a rescue or something was public. And you can't really take press pictures like that.

It's a good idea but for the time being there's nothing we can do about it.

So I went on to the Europe gig. I wonder if the Men would be as protective of the whole fight. Adam let me do my part and I won. We didn't have a pair fight and I always had to take out my opponents myself. I moved back to Damon after a few weeks and now it was a no way, no how attitude. He did fight his own fights furiously and then walked to the car to wait. Fine. now I didn't need to control my rage, he couldn't have cared less whether I exhibited rage or not.

At the house, he was calling women and having phone sex with them, wanking on the sofa. I was at a gig and I didn't take it personally. I just concentrated on the gig. I actually went to four rush gigs in the two weeks I was with Damon but I didn't take him to any of them. Wrong attitude. They were blast gigs and went perfectly. I was actually relieved when I left with Charles, but when the rush gigs came again. This one was strict, not letting me go to any gigs but very efficiently arranging for people to be there every time. And this one had the rage control thing going again, so I couldn't let my rage simmer under the surface all the time.

With Magnum, we started the mafia work. First, we had the Italian mafia. Now I'd be with Magnum for three months, taking down these mafias. The others were already getting relief. Although Adam and Charles both came in to help when they started having time off. It was a lot of work and no matter how hard all three of them tried to protect me, it was demanding enough that I had to work here too. In three months we took down the Italian Mafia, the Russian Mafia, and the Yakuza.

I went on to India, where there were some really nasty snake fight clubs. So they threw poisonous snakes, scorpions, and spiders into the cage. All sorts of poisonous things. Yes, I got stung and bitten, but that didn't stop me.

I had been in India for a week and all the men had gone after the mafias. I didn't even ask the Mimosa where. So I was surprised when I came to my house in India and Damon was sitting there, clearly waiting for me. He sniffed the air and sighed when I came in. He said, " Fine, missy, come on, I put the medbay in order, and let's see what I can do about those poisons." Oh, doctor mode. Fine then be a good little wife and let's go. I followed Damon to the medbay which was fully stocked. I took off my clothes and sat down in my underwear and panties on the side of the bed. Damon looked at me for a moment and said "Take everything off and lie down and I'll look you over. I know it's not your fault." I did as he said.

He felt me over and took a tube of my blood and sniffed. Then he said " You don't have your next club for another week, do you? I nodded. He came over and moved me to the side and walked up beside me and stuck his teeth into my neck. I felt them take root and then I felt the velvet start to flow. It's sleep time, then.

When I woke up the medbay was empty. There was a note on the bedside table that said, "The poisons are gone. For now, until you get new ones. There are splicers in your blood for them. Be well. Damon" I had been asleep for five days.

Fine for a couple of days before the gig would resume again. I knew from my full feeling that I was stuffed with viscera and well. As I said, maybe I wouldn't be quite so bad after this gig. I was on the gig for another five months in total, three of which were spent in the jungle. The whole gig had lasted 15 months and I was certainly tired after that.

I ended up just going to Chicago to relax and had Samuel look me over. Well, for some reason I took a month's sleep. I had gotten a little bit injured and damaged in the jungles and then when you have certain plants that don't hurt me they kind of hindered or slowed my recovery.

But then when I woke up in my upstairs bedroom I was fine. I took a shower and got dressed. How wonderful to have the fucking job over. I went into the kitchen and Damon, Adam and Bran and Samuel were all there. I went right up to Damon and kissed him with infinite greed. We went back upstairs because I had tuned up my husband pretty damn well and we had a great two weeks there. Another wonderful time, and wonderful memories.

Once again I retreated sweating all over Damon and said "I'm so fucking happy. Right here, right now. This is so fucking perfect." Damon grunted and I looked at him and said "Do you know what those grunts of yours do to me, oh my darling husband, my own?" Damon smiled and said, "I don't know, but if my lovely wife, you show me..." I started kissing and sat up. I pierced myself into his thick hard ready cock and began to slowly descend enjoying the stretch and burn it caused before always stretching and relaxing.

Damon grabbed me by the hips and pulled me all the way to the bottom at once. Then he pulled my upper torso and kissed me possessively, spinning me around under him at the same time. He fucked my brains out once again. Our passion knew no bounds. We showered and finally ended up on the couch downstairs, in each other's arms. I lay in his arms, perfectly content, and he stroked me. No work, no jobs. Just the two of us, happy.