The Hyde Contagion

????????????????CODE INTERCEPTED???????????????????CRYPTO SEQUENCE INITIATEDPROCESSING01001101 01100101 01110011 01101101 01100101 01110010 00100000 01010010 01100101 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 ??001001M010101E010101S0010MME0101SMER RE01LEA0SEMESMER RELEASE?????????????????????..AUDIO DECODED: DATA CONFIRMEDORIGIN - DE SADE Terrorist Cell: Subject ? Psychological Unraveling Session 4?????????????????????.INTERVIEWER: Name: Unknown? Code Name: NzingaVICTIM: Name: Unknown???????????????????*Analyzing Background Noise- Computer Static- Engine Hum- Slight Echo- Rasped Human Breath- Subtle Female Moans- Low Buzz*Extrapolation: Mobile Underground Headquarters. 84% probability of retrofitted Subway Car.????????????????TRANSCRIPT??????????????..INTE RVIEWER: Feel relaxed?VICTIM: Hmm?INTERVIEWER: At ease. Listless. Languid.VICTIM: Like I?m floating.INTERVIEWER: Do you think you?re floating?(Victim Giggles)VICTIM: No, silly. I?m tied to this table. How could I?INTERVIEWER: True.VICTIM: It?s an expression.INTERVIEWER: Of course.VICTIM: A simile. A little tricky for some of my students to understand. I feel like I?m floating versus I feel like I?m going to cum on this table. One of those is a metaphorical comparative, the other a prediction. Oh, Jesus. What are you doing to me?INTERVIEWER: Nothing yet.VICTIM: Soon, please. You promised you?d fuck me. Swore that you?d open my legs and tongue me while I struggled uselessly against these bindings. Then you?d fill me with experimental drugs and put me on display in a club while people fucked to electronica watching my helpless body convulse in rhythm?INTERVIEWER: I don?t recall mentioning anything even close to that.VICTIM: Your eyes did. Souls never lie.INTERVIEWER: Come on strong, huh? Ok. First, let me ask you a few questions.VICTIM: Mm-hmm. But HURRY. You can smell how much I need to be fuc-INTERVIEWER: How did you find us?VICTIM: How? because I wasn?t looking. Isn?t that always the way? Let me feel the tongue piercing. I bet it?s specially made, isn?t it?INTERVIEWER: Are you a spy?VICTIM: Yes! Punish me. I?m very responsive to a good slap.INTERVIEWER: Increase the Cerbo-doptrium.VICTIM: Ahhhh. Sooooo good. You know how to treat a lady.INTERVIEWER: What?s my name?VICTIM: No idea.INTERVIEWER: Have you ever seen me before?VICTIM: Yes.INTERVIEWER: When?VICTIM: Three years ago. Outside my window. During a storm. I still get frightened at night. Stupid. Thunder always seems to vibrate through me. Love it. When I?m awake, I?d never admit this, but the fear makes me wet. A flash of lightning cut across the sky, and you were standing there. I don?t know how. I lived thirty-two stories up without a balcony, yet? Floating like a ghost in your long black leather coat without a stitch of clothing underneath. God, your body is terrifying. Muscular like a prisoner. Like you could hold me down, and I couldn?t say no. Wouldn?t. I wanted to feel the buzz cut against my thighs and taste those tattoos and piercings, especially the ones spearing your nipples. Every night when I go to sleep. I imagine you breaking through those windows and taking me away from my life.INTERVIEWER: How is that possible? I was visible for less than 1/10,000th of a second.(Victim Tokat Escort Begins to gasp). **VICTIM: Fuck me! I?ve been waiting. FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ?????????????????????????????????????????.END OF TRANSMISSIONANALYSIS??????COMPLETEVICTIM IDENTIFIED:WENDY PETERSON - THIRD GRADE TEACHER ? LAST KNOWN LOCATION UNIT 47385.?????????????ASSESSMENTS:VALUE: LOW???????. RISK: HIGH??????????????????????????EVALUATION: TOTAL ELIMINATION **Flying Dutchman ? De Sade HeadquartersThe automatic doors slid flawlessly open because even inanimate objects knew better than to stand in Nzinga?s way when the rage overtook her. Her locker, however, lacked any common sense refusing to release immediately. So, the warrior queen punched into the fragile metal. The frame, after years of abuse, knew to bend around her fist, and she swore at the lack of satisfaction.?Miserable fucking pieces of shit,? she mumbled, taking off her sweat-drenched tank top. ?Bout time we got some new storage.??Yeah,? Puck muttered a safe distance away, laying out another game of solitaire. His sunglasses reflected the low pulsing ruby light which flashed along the long cylindrical chamber. Red indicated night hours in the city above, blue the day, violet?Violence.?She?s literally asking for it!? Nzinga?s face burned, and she rubbed her calloused hands over the rough cut of her buzzed hair. ?Does that Bitch know what she?s doing to me? Filthy fucking mouth of hers. Oh, I wanna teach her that lesson.?She stripped off the Polytheorin pants, which, from Puck?s perspective, seemed to meld into her flesh. Though admittingly, he could now see the definition of those legs. Massive muscular thighs and marble calves could pop a man?s head like a cherry. He?d seen her do it. Once or twice, he?d been between those fleshy vices himself, trying to breathe while she pushed him further into her core. His tongue savoring the sharp bitter wonder of her taste. He knew from experience how demanding, how hungry Nzinga could be for flesh. He?d always been left gasping, pleading for air, and only allowed enough to stay alive.?She?s not deprogrammed yet.? Puck rolled himself over to this section?s wall of many screens. He?d had them installed pretty much everywhere on the train. He hated to be far from his data stream. In case he missed something. ?And she?s a strange case.??How come the weirdos are always the most fuckable?? the soldier stepped out of her dull grey underwear and bundled them in her palm before tossing them into the community hamper. ?Soaked.?Nzinga had to be the only person more colorful naked than clothed. Even when she wasn?t wearing the team's typical black on-night trench ensemble. Tattoos painted every inch of flesh from the collarbone down to her toes with jungle greens, tiger reds, and sunset gold. On her back, the yellow eyes of a jaguar glared down at any coward attempting a sneak attack. While on her chest, two sun gods battled the other. Their shields circled her seemingly ever-erect nipples, while the thin metal piercing gave the entire work a three-dimensional feel.?How many more of these do we have to do?? Nzinga grabbed a bottle of water, standing within easy reach. Puck realized she wanted him to fuck her. Tokat Escort Bayan Probably, on this table while watching their new guest. Maybe accidentally activate the intercom so Little-Miss-Sunshine would hear everything.Sounded fun.But he was on duty.?I have no idea. Take a look at this. This is Ms. Wendy Peterson fully conscious.? Puck adjusted the dark shades, took a steadying breath, and his long graceful fingers caressed the keyboard. A picture of their newest occupant swelled to encapsulate the main screen. Her prim blond hair, innocent smile, and parent-teacher outfit covered a sinful body.?She?s framed as fruitful as the free elements,? Nzinga muttered.?What?? Puck asked.?Othello, moron,? her fingers were running through his hair. ?Thought you?d get the reference, Puck.??E-Lit wasn?t my thing. Now take a look at her Psi-Cortex functions,? he summoned the simulation and set it next to Wendy's face. Twisting strings of light knotted together into a single glowing orb. ?Typical Drone layout, right? All the classics: social anxiety, familial pressures, binary moral evaluations. A textbook case of Network Structured Psychology.??I love it when you talk dirty to me.? A small buzz joined the background, like a motorized bumble bee. Puck felt Nzinga?s body tense, and she pulled his hair back slightly. Out of his peripheral, he could see her fingers coating the silver vibrator along her entrance. ?Tell me more.?Miss Goodie Two-Shoes and her tightly ordered brain vanished from the main viewer, replaced now by video of a desperate, drooling maniac. Mrs. Peterson strained so hard against the leather bindings, red marks cut into her pale skin. She thrust into the air over and over again, begging to be filled. Dancing next to the grainy black and white image were more colored strings, but these unraveled in all directions, an infinite splitting thread.?She?s asleep here. Completely knocked out but somehow has full cognitive responses. And the brain waves are completely different. Totally untethered to any social construction. She?s free of Network tampering. Utterly unleashed.??Mmm-Hmmm,? Nzinga?s breath burned the back of Puck?s neck. Sharp teeth nipped one of his oversized ears, and then he felt a tongue dart inside one of his gauges. ?Un? unleashed. I?m? Mmmm? following.??But that?s not the weirdest part,? Puck hit a single button. ?These are your brain waves during the session.??I don?t know what these light brights fucking mean, Puck,? she leaned against him now. The weight of her body pressed against his back. Her piercing stabbed into his shoulders. She?d readjusted her arm so that instead of playing gently with his hair, it wrapped around his throat. Her entire body seemed to be vibrating at the rhythm of the shiny toy inside her.?They?re unraveling. When she?s in this somnambulist state, she?s able to undo our Psi- Programming. If we figure this out, we might be able to free hundreds of Drones. Maybe all-??GOD!? as Nzinga climaxed, she squeezed Puck's throat. She lost balance, one knee giving out as the sweet waves assaulted her. She bit into his neck.?Fuck!? she laughed, standing up. ?Shit, piss, cunt, motherfucker, cocksucker, tits.? On her last exclamation, Escort Tokat she slapped her own. ?Needed that. Now repeat the last thing you said.?Puck removed his sunglasses, his glowing scarlet eyes pulsing to the rhythm of the train.?We might have found our secret weapon.? **The Golf Course ? Hitting the Links?Over here, Johnson! Watch your head. FOUR!?Carl let her swing. The six-foot-two blond-haired, blue-eyed man kept himself fit. He wore a respectably tight-fitting polo with khaki shots that showed off tanned legs. He lay the driver over his shoulder, nodding in approval as the small white ball flew into the distance. He grinned pearly white straight teeth towards Johnson.Johnson stood respectfully to the side. The six-foot-two blond-haired, blue-eyed man kept himself fit. He wore a professional black suit. He nodded in admiration as the small white ball landed on the green, approximately 54.3 yards away. He flashed straight pearly white teeth towards Carl.?Good shot, sir.??Gotta get you on the green sometimes, Johnson.??Yes, sir.??Weather?s gorgeous!??Yes, sir.??When was the last time Sharyl and I had you over???New Year, sir.??What? Shame on me. We?ll fix that!??Looking forward, sir.??Sure, sure. But ?fraid I didn?t call you over for small talk, Johnson.??No, sir.??Had an intercept late last night. Those De Sade loons. Got their hands on a pretty valuable piece of Network property. Edna?s furious. She axed the entire research and development floor at 4:00 this morning, along with their security team. Going to be weeks before those carpets stop smelling like blood, let me tell you.??Sorry to hear, sir.??But. Lucky for you, that means some corner offices just opened up. Bout time, I say. You?ve been working hard, champ. Don?t think it?s gone unnoticed.??Thank you, sir.??Yes, Sir-Re-Bob. Always say, Crisis is another word for opportunity, and I know my man Johnson is ready to seize the day. And you?re in luck. According to our intel, most of those De Sade nutters are out of the city. Only a skeleton crew protecting the target. We?ve got word they?ll have to emerge from the sewers within a few hours. Fill that hearse of a retrofitted subway car with air, water, and the essentials. You attack. Leave no one alive. Clear sport???Crystal.??That?s my boy. Wanna take a swing? See how it feels???No, sir. I got me a promotion to earn.?John grinned again, giving Carl a thumbs up. Carl returned the gesture. Both standing on the green atop Babel Tower. The artificial sun floated above their head as outside the Prismit Protective Bubble, reserved for such occasions, the storm continued to rage.Flying Dutchman ? Chamber of PainThe hot chocolate didn?t quite soothe the building terror in Wendy?s throat. Still, it sure didn?t hurt. In reality, she expected far worse treatment. The room was comfortable, a mix between a hotel suite and a medical facility. Other than the locked door, it didn?t feel like a prison. She?d woken up naked, covered in sweat, and a little?um? rambunctious. But she couldn?t blame that on this group. Wendy had suffered from sleepwalking for years. Heck, the bindings on the medical bed were not all that different from the ones her beloved Robert installed. But that only made it more confusing. Wendy didn?t know how, when, or even why she?d been kidnapped by these terrorists. She?d heard about them on the news, of course. But murdering a third-grade teacher seemed kind of pointless, and if they weren?t going to kill her, what the heck was she doing here?