Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Sam reached a hand out to Jeannie, who grabbed Brenda’s free hand as she held Jake’s. Time appeared to slow as their perceptions sped up.

“It’s like we just got sucked into the middle of a war! What the fuck do we do?” Jake asked.

Sam snorted. “Depends on who do you believe? The people defending the guy who turns into a goat-man or Snow White’s eighth dwarf, Ragey. The little guy brought his own laser-firing Fairy! I felt the heat of that beam as it shot past my head.

“He’s a Satyr, not a goat man, and that laser would have burnt a hole right through him had it hit,” Jake corrected.

“Do you think he could be responsible for that mess outside?” Brenda asked.

They were quiet for a moment as they recalled the events in the forest clearing.

“That screaming voice we heard. The one the Satyr guy called Mad Mab. She was pretty pissed at him for interfering with her vengeance. I think she sounded like the big bad in this situation,” Sam suggested.

“I don’t like her,” Jeannie offered and Brenda nodded seriously.

“I think that means we side with the Satyr and do as the shiny lady asks,” Jake reasoned.

Sam glanced at the players in this battle. The spell the fairy cast first knocked a lot of people out of commission right from the start. He saw some coming around, coughing and sneezing to clear their lungs and noses, but most were still down for the count. The doctor and her husband weren’t the fighting kind, and he had his arms protectively wrapped around her.

The big redhead had pushed himself to his feet and changed into a huge, vicious-looking werewolf in a blink. Sam saw another blink to his right and saw the lovely brunette woman was on her feet as well. She now had shiny black and red skin and looked like something out of a fetish film. Very sexy… except for the razor-sharp claws she now had and the totally pissed off expression on her face.

“Form a wall between the bad guys and the Satyr! Stay linked!” Sam said, and they moved as one.

Through their link, they shared their fear of the laser bolts. None knew if their shiny skins would reflect it or not, so they agreed to leave that up to the force field the Satyr seemed to be under.

Sam now wished he’d brought along the soldiers.

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Colonel Crane was in the middle of a storm of organized chaos. He was standing in a control room with dozens of soldiers gathering intel from stations around the world. Reports were coming in of sightings of non-human invaders. Not huge groups of them, just singles or groups smaller than half a dozen. It was the fact that it was so widespread that was confusing. None of the sightings reported violence. Well, none, after the swirling green light began playing music, at least. There had been some bloodshed and panic initially, but that seemed to have settled down. People were remarkably calm about this turn of events.

“Are we under attack?” General Baines shouted angrily.

Crane shook his head as he frowned at the General’s agitation. He was tempted to ask them to play the green light music in the control room.

He glanced over at Hugh, who was leaning against the wall, watching them with his crooked smile. Their eyes locked for a moment, and he swore he felt the man’s amusement. Sighing, he looked to the General. “No. This bears none of the signs of being a military action. Have the scientists had any success in getting any readings on the green light?”

Stephen Dawes shook his head. “The only information we are getting out of them is that the light behaves like a liquid. They’re fascinated,” he growled in frustration.

“What are your thoughts on this?” Hugh asked calmly from the side of the room.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Crane couldn’t shake the impression the man knew more than he let on and was just watching them struggle to grasp the truth on their own. He had nothing to prove his gut feelings, so he tried to push them back.

“The appearance of the light coincides with the sightings of these non-human beings. Knowing what we do about the Silver People, the fact that they are actually humans changed by the materials found in the pseudo-clouds, which do seem to come from another place, I think we may be looking at another form of transformation. These may be humans changed by the green light.” He looked to Dawes in frustration. “We need a new way to measure something we can’t see.”

Dawes’s expression froze for a moment.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Hugh offered, and the Director jolted slightly as he returned from his thoughts.

Stephen shook his head gently like he was trying to shake free a blocked memory. “It was just something I heard someone say about seeing what can’t be seen. He said sometimes you have to look at what’s missing to find what’s hidden in plain sight.”

“Who was this?” Hugh asked.

“Henry Gable. The tech genius we tried to recruit because he discovered processors capable of performing Quantum Tunneling.”

Hugh’s eyes lit up, and he glanced at Crane, who was watching him.

The Colonel recalled talking about this young man. “Right, he went missing in that pseudo-cloud attack on the capital. You found him later, as I recall.” Dawes nodded. “He discovered Quantum Tunneling in processors? What does that mean?”

Stephen shook his head. “All I know is that it made a room full of professional eggheads completely lose their shit.” His expression turned serious. “I’m being told it represents a completely new era in computational power. A major leap forward, and none of my geniuses have the slightest clue how it works, but they all agree that it does.”

Crane’s cell rang, and he saw it was the Sergeant. “What’s the situation?”

“Definitely FUBAR, Colonel. May I assume the green light is at your location as well?”

“You may. It’s global,” Gordon replied.

“Ah, okay. Just so you know, the light contains the same energy as the strike zone on the mall, just not as intense. We’re picking up a charge from it, which has been helpful due to what we found here.

Our midwestern agents led us to a secret underground facility in Hainesburg, New Jersey. That’s about an hour due west of Manhattan. When we arrived, we encountered a battle in progress, and that’s when it got weird. I’ll give you a more detailed report later, but I can tell you the two groups of combatants were not human. We had to resort to deadly force with the two giants as they wouldn’t surrender.”

“Giants?” Gordon interrupted.

“Yes, sir. Eight feet tall, tusks from their lower jaw, and built like tanks. One slapped Yablonski hundreds of yards away. It actually managed to knock him unconscious, but he seems fine now. The other combatants are… well, I think they’re werewolves.” When the Colonel remained quiet, she continued. “It seemed like they were ready to continue fighting, but they all just stopped. I overheard one saying their boss was dead. That really took the fight out of them. We don’t have any means to restrain them as they’re stronger than our zip ties, so we have a dozen of them sitting on the ground with guards posted around them.

We did a preliminary inspection of the facility. It looks like a farmhouse on the surface, but below ground is some kind of prison or medical center, but the kind where the patients are locked in their rooms. We found three dead bodies inside three of the rooms, two from close range gunshots to the head and one with no visible signs of trauma though the room was destroyed like a bomb went off.”

“Where are the midwestern agents now?” the Colonel asked.

“During the battle, before the green light fell, we could hear some intense screams of rage a short distance away, which shook the ground, but we were too busy fighting to be able to investigate. Afterward, Sam stopped by to ask us to meet them in Time Square when we were done.”

“One second, Sergeant,” Gordon said to Mick. He spotted and flagged down the tech who’d been getting him reports on the movements of the Silver People. “I need tracking for the original midwestern Silver People between Hainesburg, New Jersey, and Time Square in Manhattan. Use satellite and traffic cam footage.” The soldier nodded and rushed to his terminal.

Gordon went back to his call. “Any sign of who might be running this secret prison?”

“We found no documents at all. It looks like a paperless operation. There are computers, though, so maybe there’s a server room. We need an inspection team up here,” she explained.

“Sir! I found them!”

Gordon looked over in surprise at the tech. “Hang on again, Sergeant.” He walked over to join the tech as the General, Dawes, and Hugh joined him to peer over the tech’s shoulder.

The man looked back at the Colonel and received a nod to begin. “The traffic cams caught the four Silver People running with traffic-”

“Keeping pace with the traffic?” Gordon interrupted. The tech nodded as he looked back in question, so Gordon explained. “They can outrun any vehicle on the road and often run faster than the eye registers. If they’re going that slow, they may be following someone. Look for vehicles that remain in their vicinity.”

The tech looked back to the screen and rolled the footage he’d flagged forward and backward to see if there was a common vehicle in all the scenes. He paused the screen showing a dark sedan. “Yes, sir. This one.”

“Get the plate and run it. Where are they going?” the General asked.

“The car turns up this road, and the traffic cam on the next street up doesn’t show it coming out. They stopped somewhere on that street. Lots of financial companies in this neighborhood,” the tech noted.

The men sitting at the terminal pulled up the listings, and Dawes sucked in a breath. Eyes turned in his direction.

He looked a little embarrassed, but he forced his expression to clear. “It could be a coincidence, but VRL is on that street.” At the blank looks, he continued. “The company Henry Gable works for.”