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"Go find
our other red man, and anyone else in this building," she heard him say.
He turned to one of the other men. "Arrange their bodies in the usual way.
Then gather our dead. Leave nothing of ours behind."
Angie 6 did not
know how much time passed, but soon the red man who had been on the examining
table in lab 27 was escorted into the room, along with the owner of Forward
Aeronautics. He showed no emotion as he was pushed down to his knees.
The last thing
Angie 6 witnessed was the large man placing his flechette gun against the head
of Allen Venway, and pulling the trigger.
7
Rix drove
through the night back to New San Antonio, satisfied that the Open Sky team
would extract the information they needed without his assistance. He was tired
and sore from the workout and the actual fighting afterward, but one his
favorite features of the blood boost paks was the increased stamina they
provided. If he needed to go 'round the clock he could. Anyway, he was
unwilling to spend yet another night in a hotel.
He arrived in
the quiet hours of early morning, slipping silently into their room. With his
optics he didn't need to turn on the lights. He could see Marie in bed, awake
of course, smiling at him. With her Modifications, even he could never sneak up
on her.
"Catch some
bad guys?"
"Yeah.
Caught some bad guys."
She stretched,
eyes on him, and reached to turn on one of the lights.
"I can't
think of anything I'd rather do than get in that bed with you, but I really
need to shower first. Care to join me?"
"Mmm. That
sounds nice."
"You sound
like you're feeling better."
"Oh, I'm
feeling better. You'll see." She slid the sheets and blanket off,
revealing her naked body in the soft light.
Rix exhaled
happily, restfully, finally at home. Home with that body. And that smile that
had made him forget all other women.
He pulled his
shirt over his head. He winced slightly as the skin and muscle over his ribs
protested.
Her eyes
widened. "That's a helluva bruise."
"Yeah, but
I'd hate to see the other guy's fist right now."
She raised an
eyebrow.
"Plenty of
time to hear the story later," Rix told her.
She followed him
into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, stripping off the rest of his
clothes as he waited for the water to heat. They walked under the stinging
water together.
She faced him
and looked into his eyes, then down to his bruised ribs. She then deliberately
studied the rest of his body, occasionally softly touching a new-found bruise
or scrape. She slowly washed him, pausing a couple times to massage his
shoulders or neck.
He turned her
around, her back to his chest, while his hands moved caressingly over her
breasts, down her stomach, and back up to her shoulders. He held her tightly
against himself, letting the water pour over them.
Later, in bed
after their lovemaking, Rix draped an arm over Marie and looked into her
half-open eyes. He was sliding into that welcome state between sleep and
consciousness, perceiving reality from different directions.
He pushed aside
the worries that had been lurking in the back of his mind, and let himself feel
the deep satisfaction from his union with Marie.
He smiled
slightly as he relived their lovemaking in his mind. It surprised him that the
subject of sex rarely ever came up when people discussed the aftereffects of
undergoing physical Modifications. When you're lying on some cold operating
table or hooked into a web of IVs, and some doctor — an actual doctor if
you're lucky — is giving you a stern warning about the potential
side-effects of altering your body in such fundamental ways, nobody's mind is
on sex.
But two
well-matched Modifieds could generate a lovemaking bout that few normal people
could equal. The same softness and tenderness was evident, of course, if the
two people wished it that way. But there was also a new and definite
physicality possible, as well as an unexpected dimension of sensitivity. With
the combination of
"Go find
our other red man, and anyone else in this building," she heard him say.
He turned to one of the other men. "Arrange their bodies in the usual way.
Then gather our dead. Leave nothing of ours behind."
Angie 6 did not
know how much time passed, but soon the red man who had been on the examining
table in lab 27 was escorted into the room, along with the owner of Forward
Aeronautics. He showed no emotion as he was pushed down to his knees.
The last thing
Angie 6 witnessed was the large man placing his flechette gun against the head
of Allen Venway, and pulling the trigger.
7
Rix drove
through the night back to New San Antonio, satisfied that the Open Sky team
would extract the information they needed without his assistance. He was tired
and sore from the workout and the actual fighting afterward, but one his
favorite features of the blood boost paks was the increased stamina they
provided. If he needed to go 'round the clock he could. Anyway, he was
unwilling to spend yet another night in a hotel.
He arrived in
the quiet hours of early morning, slipping silently into their room. With his
optics he didn't need to turn on the lights. He could see Marie in bed, awake
of course, smiling at him. With her Modifications, even he could never sneak up
on her.
"Catch some
bad guys?"
"Yeah.
Caught some bad guys."
She stretched,
eyes on him, and reached to turn on one of the lights.
"I can't
think of anything I'd rather do than get in that bed with you, but I really
need to shower first. Care to join me?"
"Mmm. That
sounds nice."
"You sound
like you're feeling better."
"Oh, I'm
feeling better. You'll see." She slid the sheets and blanket off,
revealing her naked body in the soft light.
Rix exhaled
happily, restfully, finally at home. Home with that body. And that smile that
had made him forget all other women.
He pulled his
shirt over his head. He winced slightly as the skin and muscle over his ribs
protested.
Her eyes
widened. "That's a helluva bruise."
"Yeah, but
I'd hate to see the other guy's fist right now."
She raised an
eyebrow.
"Plenty of
time to hear the story later," Rix told her.
She followed him
into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, stripping off the rest of his
clothes as he waited for the water to heat. They walked under the stinging
water together.
She faced him
and looked into his eyes, then down to his bruised ribs. She then deliberately
studied the rest of his body, occasionally softly touching a new-found bruise
or scrape. She slowly washed him, pausing a couple times to massage his
shoulders or neck.
He turned her
around, her back to his chest, while his hands moved caressingly over her
breasts, down her stomach, and back up to her shoulders. He held her tightly
against himself, letting the water pour over them.
Later, in bed
after their lovemaking, Rix draped an arm over Marie and looked into her
half-open eyes. He was sliding into that welcome state between sleep and
consciousness, perceiving reality from different directions.
He pushed aside
the worries that had been lurking in the back of his mind, and let himself feel
the deep satisfaction from his union with Marie.
He smiled
slightly as he relived their lovemaking in his mind. It surprised him that the
subject of sex rarely ever came up when people discussed the aftereffects of
undergoing physical Modifications. When you're lying on some cold operating
table or hooked into a web of IVs, and some doctor — an actual doctor if
you're lucky — is giving you a stern warning about the potential
side-effects of altering your body in such fundamental ways, nobody's mind is
on sex.
But two
well-matched Modifieds could generate a lovemaking bout that few normal people
could equal. The same softness and tenderness was evident, of course, if the
two people wished it that way. But there was also a new and definite
physicality possible, as well as an unexpected dimension of sensitivity. With
the combination of
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