20.

We were in the throes of our passion for another two weeks in total, I don't know how long Adam had been with us, but fucking in the sand was quite exotic, and there was sand everywhere, so we had consecrated all the rocks and the nearby forest quite thoroughly...

Then my phone started beeping so hard that I rolled off Damon, sweaty and tired, and said, " Let me see what's wrong with the world now that I'm such a desirable woman."

Damon started eating my ear and neck, nibbling and nipping as I reached for my phone. There were 25 messages from a couple of rush gigs and no one to do them. Sark's works. Two quick blasts. Both had seen Sark quite recently and this made my pulse race a little, now I had to be smart about this and not give too much away or the protective man in me wouldn't let me on the gig.

I put the phone down, turned to Damon, and said, "I've got two quick gigs. Can you wait?"—two blasts at Sark's. I'm not even going in. I'm on the outside team."

Damon looked at me and let his hands wander. "Hmm. Baby... I've never been to your gigs much, though; it could be fun. When do you want to go?"

I was silent for a moment and thought, now if I tell him not to come along, he'll suspect something, but if I let him come along, I mean, when there are two gigs.

I said, " Yeah, I must clean up first. Then I'm ready."

I got up and went into the water to wash up. Damon followed, and we didn't get too clean, but that's okay. He just couldn't help fucking me, and neither could I. We were just too horny for each other. 

We finally got to the house, and I sent a message to the base that Damon was coming with us. All I got was confirmation that we were a little shorthanded. Excellent. I started to plan the job as I knew which target was the one where Sark had been seen more often.

I went into one of the rooms, opened a cupboard, and grabbed my work bag again. I grabbed my rucksack and started packing. I was already in full work mode. I noticed Damon leaning against the door, looking at me sharply.

He said, "I've actually never seen you in this mode before. You're already at work even though you're at home. Interesting. There's a side of you I didn't even know existed. Let's just say you're incredibly hot right now, right? So if I weren't so damn curious about your gigs, I would come and take you right now. What are you packing there anyway? "

He came over and looked at my weapons, my guns, my knife, and took a few from me and put them in his belt. When I was finished, I put my bag back into the cupboard.

I asked him," Are you ready?"

He nodded. We went out, and I opened the garage door. My work vehicle was there. I opened the door by pressing a button. I put my stuff in the back. My work car was a Mercedes Benz SUV, the latest model. It wasn't the biggest SUV, but it was safe enough that I could drive it over some pretty rough terrain.

Now, I was in such a working mode that Damon's dominance wasn't something I was paying attention to, so I jumped into the driver's seat, and Damon came in on the other side. He was clearly curious and wanted to see the whole thing.

I went for a drive, and after half an hour, we came to the town center, which we had to drive through. I cursed a steady stream and berated all the drivers. It was a bloody slowdown with these Sunday drivers in traffic who didn't understand how to do things on the move but crept ahead of me, didn't leave as soon as the lights changed, and didn't accelerate to the right speed. 

I slammed my hand against the dashboard and broke my skin for a moment so that my blood smelled in the air. I wasn't even paying attention when Damon looked over at me. He reached into the glove compartment and took out one of the cans he was biting into. Velvet. Black and a pretty fair dose.

I always had jars for just that in the car; the difference was that I didn't make velvet; I made poisons. I had eight jars full of my poisons in the glove compartment. I had quite a large collection of my dental stuff stored as well. I had quickly analyzed them sometimes so my poisons were very stable; they lasted a long time and kept their potency; one of my plans was to set up a room for my stuff either in a Pennsylvania mansion or even in Monaco.

After pouring the velvet into the jar, he looked at me and said, "Keep it up, Darling, and the next dose will be on your throat, and the gigs will be over for me. You have the worst road rage I have ever seen on anyone. You can be sure, Darling, that I will be driving if you don't calm down. These cans of poison tell you that right off the bat. These should be examined and locked up in a medbay, not left in the car, but after looking at your thoughts, I think you have quite a collection of these. Now calm down, or you'll be asleep soon."

I looked at Damon sharply. He was serious, and I had been warned. I was in work mode and a little irritated about this, but I could really see he meant every word.

I said curtly " I've accumulated those jars and my poisons will keep, they are very stable."

Damon grunted, furrowing his brows as he thought about it. Fine. I tried to calm down and not fuck everyone out loud while I fucked in my head. 

After 10 minutes, Damon said, " Do you know, Darling, you have a strong telepath sitting next to you? That's just as good as talking out loud, as far as I'm concerned. Now, please drive to that rest stop, and I'll drive the rest of the way if you want to do these gigs."

I looked at Damon. He was pretty serious. " Fine, then let's drive to the rest stop," I thought irritably. 

I got out of the driver's seat and went to sit on the other side when Damon again fucked up all my seat adjustments. I'm pretty particular about driving comfort and when I buy a car, one thing is I adjust my driving position to perfection because the distances can be long.

Damon is at least 20 cm taller than me. He has long legs and a completely different driving style. He moved the seat back, lowered it, and changed the position of the backrest. He moved the wheel. Adjusted the fucking mirrors. I mean, it's just normal stuff you have to do when you go out driving, but I suffered.

I'm the one who invited him to the job. For some reason, the fact that someone else adjusts the seat of my car to suit themselves makes me a bit edgy because it's my car. But this was my work car, and I was so lazy that once I had got my position perfect, I didn't do anything about it, except that now I had to put everything just right instead of almost.

Cars are one of the first things I buy. I haven't learned to share them yet. I started to tell him where I was going. 

Damon grunted " No need to play navigator I already took the route in your mind."

Fine I was then silent, I took one of the jars myself, bit into it the bright orange poison that had developed when I had started driving. Damon glanced but said nothing yet. 

We finally got there. Damon backed the car up near the door, where the other vehicles were, and he took the keys for himself. I didn't argue. I got my stuff out of the car and went into our base.

A crowd was there; I greeted everyone and introduced Damon. He started walking around and talking to people. I put my stuff on one of the benches and went to look at the floor plans, what was the problem with them.

Now, I had to do this cleverly so that I would do the gig where Sark had been seen more often, so I went to see the other gig first. This was another one of Sark's sites, where they were examining samples, examining tissues, and developing procedures.

There would be no victims here, but samples that would be important to destroy, and this was a suspected enzyme plant. My explosion expert this time was a 50-year-old engineer who had done a lot of explosion work for a living. They were destroying buildings and all sorts of things.

I started looking at a suitable site, and we discussed it. Damon joined in the conversation and perfectly took over, and the two of us started talking. Just the way it was supposed to be. Two jobs, and they could both do one job. Damon seemed to know what he was talking about, and I then moved to another table to watch the gig. 

This was the place where the Sark had been seen most often. This was a drug making and testing facility, again there were no victims but chemicals and new drugs that had been designed based on previous experiments. I planned this job with one of the women. She was one of the most experienced blasters around. Her name was Lucy. Lucy was happily married to a woman and although Damon was looking at her almost hotly as if to test her, Lucy was in work mode, we both were.

This would be my gig. I started to look like I would be part of the outside team, meaning I would set off explosives while the inside team would get the samples and data they would find or get taken and then destroy the rest.

The door opened, and out of one of the break rooms walked both Jake and Magnum. They had just come from a job, and both looked at me questioningly.

I said, "I came to help with these two, and Damon wanted to come along."

The men came to see the gig I was looking at, Jake read the information and his expression tightened, Magnum had taught him that when it came to Sark and me my judgement was very questionable.

He immediately noticed how often Sark had been seen at the facility, and he took me by the sleeve, pulled me back a little, and said, " What the fuck? You know better than that. I'm not letting you go on that job alone; you're not going after Sark. You can be sure of that."

I said, "I'm the team leader, so I decide who goes where. I don't need a babysitter, and I'll get this job done."

Jake now growled louder, so much so that Magnum raised his eyes and approached us. " You don't consider or think what comes to Sark. If you see Sark, all caution goes out the window."

Magnum came closer and said, " What is this talk of Sark? I quite agree that when it comes to Sark, your judgment is off and badly off."

I started to get irritated and said in a firm voice, so much louder that now Damon raised his eyes and looked at us.

"I'm in charge of this job, and yes, I can still do my job. As for the Sark, they've only been observations. No time frames have been found, so the high probability is that the Sark is not there."

Magnum growled. Damon was now looking more closely at us, noticing our body language, and Magnum looked him in the eye. Damon grunted something and started walking towards us.

He asked, " Do you have a problem? "

Jake introduced himself, took Damon over to the desk, and showed him the papers and evidence of how Sark had been seen at this facility almost every day for a week now, and he always left at the crack of dawn. We hit at night, so...

The men talked amongst themselves, and Jake told Damon how my judgment was shot regarding Sark. He showed me what area I was planning on taking, and it was right near the cars; Jake told him that either I would shoot after Sark or I would be too reckless and get caught. Damon thought for a moment. He strode out for a while.

I hadn't paid any attention to it as I had moved on to studying the gas line diagrams and other places where I could put the explosives. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up my back.

I felt the needle sink into my heart, and Damon's voice said very smoothly in my ear, "Darling, either you take that other job and let me handle this, or you take a long sleep. This syringe has the whole dose of that very black velvet I drained in the car, I'm not bluffing, my finger really wants to press the plunger."

 I sighed and said, " Fine, I'll take that other job. You can handle this one."

I didn't want to be unconscious, and even though the thought pissed me off, I knew when to back off. I felt the needle leave my body.

Damon held on to me and said, "You take Jake with you; you do the job together, and he'll keep you safe. or..."

I nodded and then studied the specs of the enzyme plant.

 It was a medical facility in an old factory, and we had been investigating and shadowing this for a couple of years. Now, the city water department had done a renovation near the plant, and they had had to dismantle their security because this was a secret medical facility, and the plant was supposed to be abandoned.

This gave us an opportunity, and I was ready to take it. I'd be on the outside team, so I'd locate the gas lines, the fuel tanks and put fucking powerful bombs in them. There were six of us in the field team. Each one had an area to set up.

The inside team would go in first, find out the information and samples they could get off, and set up the explosives in strategic places, and then us, outside team members. Once everything was in place, it would be kaboom time. Jake came up next to me and Damon had just been talking about the explosives, he hadn't had time to look at the place yet.

I looked at my area and calculated that I needed about 30 bombs. They would be small, but there were several good targets out here on the outskirts. Then, I looked more closely and found another perfect possibility in one of the reports. I took a floor plan and started to locate what I had read. Jake came over to see what I was looking for.

I said, "Look, here's the bill, back when this facility was in operation, and this is a dumpster drain, but notice the contents are put in the hazardous waste, meaning there's oil, chemicals, etc. If you look at this diagram, here's the well in question: if it hasn't been sealed, then I will put the big bang. "

Jake looked and smiled.

He said, " Yeah, I'm with you, so it's shut down. Let's see if we can get it open. See all these pipes coming from inside the plant, the drain pipes, so when we blow up, the shock wave just blows these pipes apart, and if there's chemical residue, they'll explode too, making the whole foundation unstable and collapsing this whole fucking wing better. That's a good find, flea leader..." 

We then went off to see what explosives we had taken with us. I grabbed my work backpack, and Jake and I went to see what we needed. Our explosives were modified, partly experimental, chemical so that bomb dogs, for example, couldn't smell them. They were small, discreet, and fucking effective.

Damon was already studying the explosives when the engineer showed them to him. He looked at me and Jake. It seemed that Damon trusted Jake a lot more than he had initially trusted Magnum, and Magnum was talking to Damon when they would go on that job together.

If Sark were there, it would be Magnum's thing, and if Sark escaped, then Magnum would be free to hunt him down. 

 Damon soon got his whole crew together and started running the show. He seemed right at home, and I thought I'd better remember to see if I could get this guy in again. Any help was always welcome.

I called my group together, and we started going through the gig. I noticed that Damon had come along and was looking at me challengingly.

I heard him say in my head. "Interesting, baby, this is a much bigger deal than I thought. good thing we're both doing our own gigs. You behave. Jake will keep you safe. "

I smiled tensely, and he just nodded as he headed to his group again. I tried to concentrate on going through the gi,g and my future husband advised me from the head the whole time. Most of the advice was spot on. But not all. Apparently, the gentleman was in protection mode and would have preferred to leave me in the car to coordinate, but I wasn't quite up for it.

I just looked back defiantly as we got through our plans. He was apparently talking to Jake in his mind, too, because Jake was particular and didn't agree to have his own area but insisted we do this as a couple, so I agreed when I couldn't find any real objection to it.