Finding Sanctuary

Chapter Three

In the morning there was no Ann in bed with him but there was an envelope on the dresser. He showered and shaved and looking around he even found his clothes. He dressed and opened the envelope. It had a place and a time. He tucked it into his pocket and left, hoping for another great breakfast like the last one. He oriented himself and then found the apartment with no trouble. He knocked on the door and Myra answered, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt showing a local band. She waved me in. \"Hi, I hope you\'re hungry. You said good things about my cooking so I made you breakfast.\"
He grinned back, \"It looks great but I can\'t eat like this every day. I\'ll get fat. Still no reason to let such good smelling food go to waste.\" He sat down at the table, \"Mmmm! Just tell me we can hit a gym along the way somewhere. Gods, Ben is such a lucky bastard.\"
She smiled again, handing him a mug. \"If you think the food\'s great try this coffee,\" she said sipping from her own mug as she sat across from him. \"Sure we can find a gym. I\'ve never needed one but I know where a few are.\"
He loved the coffee. He was glad it grew here. It didn\'t on some planets, but here it not only grew but thrived. Afterwards he helped with the dishes and learned heat vision dried dishes beautifully. \"Alright let\'s go. Where do you normally patrol?\"
\"I vary my path from day to day to make sure I cover everywhere eventually and I have this.\"
She held up a comlink.
\"If the Fire department or the Police need me they have the number. My sisters generally handle the really big stuff but I\'m the one the people see most often. I can\'t fly but I like to think that people are reassured by seeing me walk by on patrol. I get to know them better this way and they know me. I usually patrol in the mornings, grab an espresso or two for lunch, then lie out on the beach until I hear what the plan is for the night. There\'s usually something going on and somebody always finds me at the beach to invite me.\"
She looked at him after drying the last dish Supremis style.
\"You\'re welcome to come along. After all it will more than just morning patrols for me to get to know you well enough to decide if you are what you seem. Apropos of that you\'ll be stay here every night.\"
\"Here? With you?\"
\"Yup, but don\'t get excited. You\'re not \'getting lucky\' as the Terrans call it. You\'re being watched. One old Terran said \'keep your friends close but your enemies closer\'. He was mainly full of it I think but that\'s what I\'ll be doing with you and watching for evidence of treachery. You ready to go?\"
\"Sure.\"
Jason was dreading a month of distrust but surely before then she\'d see he meant what he\'d said to her mom? He was through with New Atlantis and the Atlantean government. This was his new home. He just needed to convince this beautiful seventeen year old of that. So followed her out the door and they strolled. They strolled for two hours then went to her favorite coffee shop.
She introduced him to Mary who owned and helped run the shop with her helpers Laura and Peter. She had espresso and Jason had something he\'d first tried on Earth, a mocha frappucino. They were greeted often as they strolled and Myra waved and greeted people by name. She asked if anybody needed anything and they swore everything was fine and thanked her for asking. One young man offered her flowers. She thanked him and kissed his cheek.
\"Happen often?\" Jason asked.
\"It would but I\'ve convinced most of the people that I need no tangible thanks and most of the guys know I\'m living with Ben. Still some of them must be extra susceptible to pheromones because they keep trying to soften my resolve.\"
\" I don\'t think it\'s the pheromones Myra. I think it\'s you.\"
\"That\'s what Ben says.\" Her eyes got a little misty. \"Oh, I\'m going to miss him so for the next month. My other sisters are all part Galen so he\'s always exhausted after making love to them. I probably won\'t even hear from him until he gets to Nikki. Oh this sucks! I had him all to myself while we were out recruiting Nikki and now nothing for a whole month!\"
\"I\'m sorry for you. Why didn\'t you grab a male Vel while you were out?\"
\"It takes careful planning to be sure the people we want to recruit. And setting things up to have them disappear in such a way that no one looks for them is also complicated. So Nikki was first. We\'ll try to get a guy next. Not a Messenger though, just an ordinary Velorian.\" She was about to continue outlining the plan when her comlink buzzed.
It was the police. There were three gunmen holed up in a suburban house and they had taken the family of three hostage.
They had a list of demands that needed to be met in three hours or they\'d kill the hostages. \"I\'ve to get there quickly. I\'ll be running 30-40 mph can you hang on at that speed?\"
\"Yes. Maybe I can help when we get there.\" He put up his Battle Aura and stepping behind her, put his arms around her.
She took at a human sprint and moved smoothly up to full speed. She looked over her shoulder once to make sure he was ok but did not stop till she got to a suburban street with many local police units parked in front of a house.
A detective walked up to her, \"Thanks for coming Miss McCloud. I hope you can help. We can\'t tell how the gunmen or the hostages are positioned. Can you take out these guys fast enough to keep them from endangering the hostages?\"
As Myra scanned the house with her tachyon vision Jason scanned it telepathically. \"I see two on the ground floor.\" Myra said, \"One behind the front door, one behind the back door and four in the basement.\"
\"I can read their minds from here,\" Jason added.
The detective looked at him shocked. Jason smiled. Myra smiled as well and said, \"He\'s my secret weapon for a month.\" She turned to Jason, \"Can you keep the basement gunman from harming the hostages while I take out the top two guys?\"
\"Yes, but you should be warned that all three men are expecting you to show up and they at least think they\'re ready for you. Specifically the guy in the basement is thinking about a trap on the basement steps but there may be others as well. Be careful and wary. You are not totally invulnerable.\"
He turned to the detective.
\"Do you have a means to let us communicate with you and each other?\"
Yes,\" replied the detective. \"But are you sure you can get in and take out the basement guy without being noticed?\"
Jason smiled at him and faded from view for 30 seconds or so then came back several steps away.
\"Not bad but be warned I could hear you move.\"
\"I can deal with that too.\"
\"OK, here are your short range radios.\" He held up two small pieces of equipment. Each looked like an earplug with a curved piece of plastic leading towards the mouth and a short antenna on top. They each took one.
\"I\'ll tell you when the guy in the basement is secure.\"
He faded from sight and sound and even scent and then moved towards the rear of the building. Once behind the house he moved towards the window and created a mental illusion so the guards would not see the window open. He slipped through the window and closed it behind him. He walked silently by the rear guard and headed for the basement door.
A moment of concentration and a new illusion cover him as he slowly opened the door. He closed it behind him and dropped the illusion but remained invisible, inaudible, and scentless. He scanned the brain of the gunman in the basement again, looking for more information on the trap he had been thinking of before. However the gunman was now thinking hard about previous crimes he had committed and it might take a long time to dig for what he needed to know.
It would take too long he decided. He could just levitate down with touching any steps but they would have considered that she might just jump down the stairway so it was likely they had set up some sort of electronic eye. They must be gambling that she would be in too much of a hurry to rescue the hostages to notice it. Well, he would just have to bet he was smarter and more observant than they. He shrugged, they were planning to annoy several Supremis women how bright could they be?
He surveyed the walls closely and spotted one end of the beam. He could not see the beam itself but the detector was visible about halfway up the wall above one of the steps. He levitated carefully over it and continued to make his way warily down the stairs. He moved up to just behind the gunman and drawing some more extra-dimensional energy he altered it to suit his current needs and put the man to sleep with a \"spell.\"
He caught both man and gun before either hit the floor and canceling the silence that had surrounded him he keyed the mike of his radio. \"The gunman in the basement is unconscious. Everything ok up there?\"
There was no reply; but as he said the word \"unconscious,\" he heard several noises almost simultaneously. There was the sound of heavy wood breaking, a loud, wet splat, a body falling to the ground hard, followed by an \"Oh, shit!\" and another body falling a few seconds later. He levitated up the stairway and carefully over the electronic beam and through the basement door. The man was speaking into his radio and pointing a weapon at Myra when Jason hit him with a lightning bolt and fried him extra crispy.
Outside what had been happening was that after Jason had disappeared was that Myra had spent a few moments searching for him with tachyon vision and had no luck. She was greatly surprised and not a little impressed. She turned to the detective, \"Wow, even I can\'t see him now.\" She looked down at her clothes, \"I should get ready to charge in as soon as he has the basement gunman secured.\"
The detective, having worked with her before, nodded and opened the rear car door, \"Anything you don\'t want to get messed up you can leave here. I\'ll keep an eye on it for you.\"
\"Thanks, Bob! I hate to ruin a good pair of jeans and this is my favorite shirt.\"
\"Well if you are trying to impress the new guy then this is a good way to do it,\" he said watching her undress and fold her shirt and jeans carefully and lay them on the backseat of his car.
She blushed at the compliments, \"Only until he meets my sisters.\" The detective shook his head at such folly, \"I doubt that.\" He turned towards the house, \"Get ready. He\'ll could call in anytime now.\"
She started scanning the basement waiting for something to happen to the guy there. She concentrated on him, ignoring the admiring looks of the policemen as she stood in plain view in just a bra and panties of midnight black. She wondered how Jason was planning to get in. She knew he was a spy but those gunmen were alert for anything.
Of course \"anything\" rarely included Diaboli superspies; still, how would he take the guy out quietly? She realized how little she knew about Diaboli powers. She knew they were supposed to have mental powers and were rumored to cast spells although Jason just said these were advanced science and innate ability. She looked closer hoping to see what he did.
When she did she was amazed. The man in the basement just fell and he and his gun were laid softly on the ground without apparently being touched. She shuddered once, she certainly hoped he turned out to be on their side. He\'d be one scary opponent. She shook off her amazement as she realized he was speaking, it must be the go signal. She took off running at the front door and hit it hard. She had seen that the front gunman had been crouching beside the front door and she was trying not to damage the house more than necessary so she did not hit it as hard as she could and she stopped just inside. As she stopped there was a wet splat and she was covered in something gooey. She looked down and to her horror saw it was gold paint! \"Oh, Shit!\" she said over the microphone as felt the first tingles. It must have a high concentration of gold particles. She tried scraping it off and just spread it around more. As she stumbled and fell next to the gunman who had been knocked over by the force of her entry and was injured by flying wood.
After electrocuting the standing gunman Jason used the sleep \"spell\" on the other guy and moved towards the broken doorway. He could smell the pheromones already and knew he had to get Myra away and fast. The cops could take it from here. After he got her to someone who could help he\'d return to interrogate the prisoners.
\"Stay back until I get her airborne then you can come and arrest the two living ones. The family is completely safe.\" He stepped over to her and leaned down to lift her off the floor. She flung her arms around him and squeezed as she kissed him. He cast a spell and gathered her up in his arms and stepped outside. The police were staying back, good. As he levitated he called out, \"I\'ll take her to her sister. I\'m sure she can get this stuff off her safely.\" He figured Aayla would be immune to the pheromones and should have something to remove the paint.
As he flew Myra had her arms and legs wrapped around him and was kissing him. His levitation spell was much slower than Supremis flight and trying to muster enough concentration to fly, block pheromones, and the spell that kept the arms and legs wound around him from harming him was very difficult with the scantily clad Myra distracting him.
Eventually after a few close calls he realized he would not make it all the way and put down on a high flat rooftop away from civilians. Even with the gold she was stronger than he, and pinned him to the roof. He wondered if all female Primes were this strong or if it was because she was an Old One genetically, or maybe it was her arousal.
Whichever it was, she shredded her clothes and then his and then started kissing him all over. He was hoping whoever was on patrol would find them soon. As she started making love to him he found her pheromones getting through despite his block and felt guilty pleasure as his resistance dissolved and joined with her wholeheartedly. There was just enough of him left to be happy the gold was enough to limit his injuries to bruises and muscle strain and to hope for rescue before complete exhaustion set in.