The Catalyst RebornChapter 49 Payback is a Bitch
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Jeremy POV: (Cont’d)
Wow! Did I just say that? Well, that’s even understating what making love with Ibera is like. In the last few weeks I’ve made love with a bevy of babes that have rocked my world. Every one of whom has something that makes them ‘the best’ in one way or another. I’m blessed that my soulmate, Sheila, encourages me and all of us to fall in love with each other. Jealousy is not an emotion that anyone in my new ‘Family’ has even a sliver of.
That in itself makes my heart grow to bursting! That needs to be said to understand what I’m saying about making love with Ibera. This goddess’s sexuality is other-worldly. (I’ll bet I’m not the only one who’s said that!) Her soft inviting body, her nearly perfect C-cup breasts, topped with long fat nipples, her flowing blonde tresses, her sparkling blue eyes just sends me into nirvana.
But, what her warm, moist, fragrantly delicious pussy does to my cock is unbelievable. Just sinking my throbbing manhood into her pulsing folds makes it hard to not blow my nut in the first 30 seconds. I’ve always been able to concentrate on pleasing my partner, which I’m trying to do with Ibera, to delay my climax. That’s usually all I need to extend our lovemaking for at least 10 to 15 minutes. With Ibera, however, within 5 minutes I’m so far past ‘gone’ all I can do is let go so I don’t pass out!
Thankfully for my ego, she’s got a hair-trigger too. She giggled so adorably when I tried to apologize for cumming so quickly. “Oh my sweet lover, if you lasted any longer I would just die! You give me so much pleasure I’ll never complain about anything. Besides that, you’re willing to go again, aren’t you?”
I could only chuckle as her pussy squeezed my softening cock back to ready, more than willing and thus, totally able! I wondered if she has this effect on all of my brothers.
Ibera giggled, “Oh, your ‘brothers’ are so much like you it’s like you’re all quintuplets. And until I made love with my sweet Bobby, I’d NEVER been loved like this before. It had been hundreds of years since my pussy experienced a cock in it and those times were terrible. They were all either too small, too big or were attached to total assholes!”
I couldn’t help but wonder how my sexual prowess compared to my ‘brothers’. She giggled again, whispering, “You’re the best!”
But, from the massage table right next to me, where Rex had ‘She-bera’ riding his cock like a delirious cowgirl, I heard, “Ohhh, SHIT. I don’t know about that. Ohhhh MYYY ... Sexy Rexy, you’re one studly fucker! Ohhhh shit! I’m cumming for the 5th time! Ughhh...”
I looked over and saw Rex catching an unconscious She-bera to keep her from falling on the floor. It’s scary that these two girls looked SO identical. They even had the same little dimple on their right cheeks.
Both Rex and I started laughing at the absurdity of our situation.
We were here in the 5th dimension to get some sleep and rest so we could help Charlie, Bob and Greg take on some group of assassins that Bob was certain planned on blowing up our houses. Ibera was supposed to get us relaxed so we could sleep! Yet, here we were as wound up as could be having just been in a friendly competition to see who could pleasure our ‘twin’ the best!
As soon as ‘She-bera’ came to, we found ourselves in very comfortable beds. It was like they sprinkled ‘pixie dust’ or something. Within seconds, I found myself falling asleep.
I have no idea how long we’d been asleep, but I felt like Rip Van Winkle when I awoke. Sheila was curled up next to me and Joni was cuddled to Rex. It was strange when I needed to use the bathroom and suddenly found myself standing in front of a commode.
I didn’t even have to crawl out of bed!
When Ibera said that was because everything here responded to psychic commands, it made sense. I just couldn’t remember ever asking the question!
Sheila was awake then I returned to the bed. “Charlie and Bob wanted me to tell you to grab something to eat and get ready to get back to work.” Giggle, “They’ve got eyes on the bad guys and want you and Rex’s help ID’ing some people.”
Rex stretched, yawned and after giving Joni a kiss, asked about a bathroom. I gave him directions that took him by surprise until he tried them! Voila and in minutes he was ready to join our compadres.
Back to Charlie...
Charlie POV:
While Rex and Jeremy were ‘busy’ getting laid and then sleeping, Joni and Sheila were helping us investigate the assassins chain of events and chain of command. Sheila seemed almost obsessed with learning everything about operating in this dimension. Helping us discover the bad guys scheme was important to her too, just not AS important.
That’s not to say she didn’t take some playful moments to sexually frustrate and tease Bob and me. Both she and Joni were good at helping, yet keeping Bob and I from stressing too much.
Anyway, we used some serious ‘Spirit Walking’ to follow the assassins from the future, setting the bombs, which they called claymores, in 8 places around each of our houses. We then ‘back-followed’ them, discovering they’d flown into Hinckley municipal airport. They chose that, since it was nearly deserted at 11:45pm when they landed. They flew in on a big twin engine prop plane. We discovered that they’d taken off from a small airport in rural Iowa. That’s where they’d been flown to after Chen secured their release from custody.
The assassins were told their ‘supplies’ were already loaded in a white Dodge van they would pick up at Hinckley Airport.
We decided to take a break for a snack and some coffee. Sheila and Joni went in to cuddle with Rex and Jeremy for a bit before waking them up to join us.
The time dilation here was even more dramatic than just coming and going from home. Rex and Jerry would get what they felt was a full night’s sleep, but, to us, they were only alone with Ibera and She-bera for a few minutes! Bob told me that Ibera’s ‘bedroom’ was in a different dimensional place than we’d been in during our investigation.
The more I learned about this place the more I liked and was amazed by it. Bob said he felt guilty that he’d considered just staying here had CJ not swayed him to ‘Unify’. I told him that I understood how he could feel that and didn’t blame him in the least.
Within a few minutes our friends rejoined us.
Jeremy and Rex were giving each other shit about who was the better lover. Ibera and She-bera then ‘Unified’ right in front of us. Seconds after Ibera was once again unified, she went into a sexually delirious convulsion. I swear we watched her relive a sexual episode that left us wanting to get back into bed with her, Joni and Sheila. Even Sheila was gasping and had her fingers in her panties!
Ibera passionately kissed both Rex and Jeremy, then giggled, “Ohhh MY. Guys ... I think I have to declare a tie! You guys were totally different, but, OH SHIT ... well, let’s just say you’ll both get another chance if you want!”
We were all laughing, then Ibera giggled again, “To see if either of you can beat my Bobby!”
Bob’s face was flushed with his goofy grin radiating brightly whilst the rest of us just shut our mouths.
Rex, Jeremy and I just slugged him on his shoulder, which only sent all three girls into another giggle-fit.
Then we got down to business.
We showed Rex and Jeremy the guy that Rex had given Viktor’s account number to. He thought about it, shaking his head, “Sorry, but, that was only the second time I’ve ever talked to the guy. I called an ‘800’ number and I think his name was Blalock. What did you guys discover about him?”
Bob said, “His full name is Specialist Jack Blalock, NSA. He’s based at NSA Headquarters, Fort Meade, Maryland.”
Rex sighed, “Shit. That means he’s probably crooked too, since he didn’t even hesitate before calling Chen. We definitely need to find and interrogate Chen.”
Sheila grinned, “We know where he’ll be later tonight or, I guess it’s tomorrow morning. He’ll be dropping off the assassins at a small airport in Eastern Iowa around 10:00pm our time tonight. The assassins will be taking a twin engine plane from there to an airport just south of our place in a little town called Hinckley, IL.”
I further explained their route and ETA of 11:45 pm in Hinckley. When I told Rex that they were planning on using 8 ‘Claymores’, whatever that was, on each of our houses he damn near vapor locked.
“Holy SHIT. Do you realize that’s more explosive power than what leveled that farmhouse those two idiots accidentally blew up!?”
We were all stunned.
To me, the most unsettling thing wasn’t just being told that the number of these claymores was overkill by a factor of 3. It was that these bastards were perfectly willing to kill everyone, even our women and children with no consideration for our innocent neighbors. They would just be collateral damage.
Our plan for their demise was going to have to be equally cold blooded. Then we planned on going after Chen who would be headed back to CIA Headquarters in Langley, VA.
We talked Sheila and Joni into re-joining the rest of our girls and kids at Dad’s cabin. They wanted to help us, especially Sheila, who was beyond outraged at what these assholes were planning.
The rest of us guys first went to Rex’s place to get ‘reacquainted’ with the local time. It was exactly the same time we’d left, Friday, 9:30pm. We all talked about how weird it was that we’d done everything that we’d done in the space of a few seconds local time! To us days had passed since the events of earlier this afternoon.
We also spent a few minutes visually checking both houses to make sure no bombs were present. We were all a little punchy. We felt relieved to find all was good.
We discussed how we wanted to deal with them. Whether to let them land at Hinckley, then take them so we could question them, or just make them never even get here.
Bob told Rex and Jeremy that we’d learned these guys wouldn’t have much information that we didn’t already know. The original 8 assassins were handpicked by Chen for their ruthlessness. We’d also discovered that these guys were now on a vendetta since ‘Jonah’ had blown up their plan earlier today. Using Claymores and not planning on actually confronting us demonstrated their fear of us and determination to get payback for making them look incompetent.
There were now only seven of them left. The assassin who shot the leader of the others wasn’t a part of their team. How HE had gotten released was a matter we’d be looking into later. I had a feeling he was probably already dead...
We told our friends all about the white Dodge van, currently or soon to be parked at the airport. Rex most certainly wanted to commandeer those Claymores, saying we’d ‘dispose’ of them at Rafael’s compound that we still planned on dealing with on Sunday night.
Bob had the best idea of how to deal with these guys. Rex concurred, agreeing that it would leave many questions about what actually had happened to them, none of which pointed to us.
At 10:15pm the four of us teleported to the east side of the Mississippi River near the little town of Ebner, Illinois. Bob and I went first, since we knew where we wanted to be. Rex and Jeremy then popped in right behind us.
We only had to wait a few minutes before we saw and heard the twin engine plane approaching. Not wanting to chance a mistake, Bob and I flew up to peek in the windows to confirm our target. We saw our 7 assassins laughing and joking around in their black jumpsuits.
Bob just couldn’t resist and rapped on the window so he could flash them ‘The Bird’. They were still staring stone-faced when we forced their plane to crash on the island in the middle of the river. We chose this place to insure there would be no collateral damages of any kind as the island was totally deserted.
Seeing the plane burst into flames just before the fuel tanks exploded confirmed there would be no survivors.
Bob joked that we needed to thank Tom Gregory for giving him this idea. Last year when we helped take down ‘Papa Legba’, Tom had explained to us why people would be so afraid of us. He’d asked us how hard it would be for us to just ‘pluck’ a plane out of the sky. We didn’t do that exactly, since we just mentally pushed down on the ailerons (wing flaps) forcing the plane to nose-dive into the ground.
We landed on the island, upwind from the crash, just to check that there were no survivors. Now that we were sure, we all turned invisible and prepared to ‘Pop’ in to confront Chen.
We knew that just one of us had to go first. Chen was going to be in a Learjet and we didn’t know exactly where he might be IN the passenger compartment. So, with some trepidation, I planned on being horizontal and even with his head and slightly behind him. It worked and I nearly had my feet against the rear bulkhead. He was not alone and there was one other person with him sitting in the seat next to him, across the aisle. I looked up front and there was only one pilot and no one in the co-pilot seat.
I told my buds to wait a second because I wanted to see who this other guy was. They were looking through my eyes and Bob immediately said that this guy was one of the Co-ops’ members. He’d discovered this during his maneuverings to decide on his plan to deal with Tsau Ni. Bob wasn’t sure of his name.
This was now an opportunity we hadn’t anticipated coming across so easily. One of the things we’d planned on interrogating Chen about was to get the names of as many of the Co-ops members as possible.
We had some intense discussion on how we should proceed. Since now I had actually seen this guy, I could always pop in to him again whenever I wanted to.
We couldn’t agree on what we should do right now, however.
Rex urged us not to confront them until after they landed. Then, to let the Co-op guy go and have a couple of us follow him to see if he might lead us to his associates. He also wanted to find out who else in the CIA and other Agencies might be Chen’s confederates. Bob wanted to interrogate BOTH Chen and this guy on the plane, so they couldn’t get away and warn their associates. Jeremy was on the fence, but agreed with Bob, assuring Rex that we could push a ‘CS’ spell on BOTH of them that would essentially prevent them from remembering we were ever there.
Rex made the deciding argument. He said that the pilot was a variable that could cause us untold grief, since if he freaked out, nobody else could fly the plane. The more I rolled the possibilities over in my mind, Rex’s idea did seem the best. I just suggested that Jeremy join me on the plane, so we could possibly discover some things by eavesdropping and even surreptitiously getting into their thoughts.
That was agreed to be what we would do.
Bob and Rex would teleport to Hinckley airport, find the Dodge van, re-appropriate the explosives, then wait for us to summon them.
Jeremy popped in behind me and we positioned ourselves to reduce the likelihood they would discover we were there. The one thing we were thankful of was that we’d begun using unscented glycerin soap so we wouldn’t give off any ‘smell’. Viktor had proven time and again that ‘smell’ was a dead giveaway of his presence. I just hoped that we hadn’t picked up any of the scent of the burning airplane. We’d stayed over 100 feet away, upwind and only stopped long enough to survey the wreckage. I’d been here a few minutes and hadn’t noticed anything that suggested they smelled me.
They soon started talking about Jonah and Jeremy’s looming demise. They obviously had no idea that plan was already up in smoke! Chen eventually addressed his buddy as Mr Humbacker. The name meant nothing to me, but Rex said he’d heard about him. The NSA had investigated him for heroin trafficking, racketeering and insider-trading on the stock market about two years ago. Mysteriously, the case had just ‘gone away’ with no arrests or resolution.
He was now square on our radar.
They mainly just made small talk after that. Humbacker showed some discomfort being around Chen and we heard him sigh in relief that their problems would soon be over.
Humbacker did say that his other associates would be glad to get the news, once it was official that Jonah and Jeremy had been ‘eliminated’. I couldn’t help but wonder how they would have explained that military grade explosives had been used in an ‘accidental’ natural gas line explosion!
Just then, the pilot announced we were on final approach to Dulles International Airport. Rex and Bob flashed that they were ready when we were. It’s amazing the way the five of us had formed our telepathic ‘group’ connections. It’s similar to the intimate connections we have with our soulmates. The difference was ours was purely functional and strategic, allowing all five of us to be instantly connected when the situation called for it. The five of us were truly brothers now.
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