A-Cup Angst Ch. 10

"Fuck me," Jamie whispered in admiration. "I could just kiss you!" Nova quickly calculated that Jamie's utterances were colloquialisms and chose to not point out to its creator that it was not anatomically correct. It smiled instead. "Alright, we have a plan of action! Twins, you lie down in the back seat! You are to seize Ben as soon as you get close enough to him! Nova, you hide in the passenger seat and do as you just said! Get the radio out and start broadcasting Martin's anger right now!"

Their radio wasn't digital so Nova had to actually speak aloud into the microphone with Martin's voice. The vampire sat Martin up in the driver's seat and the twins and Nova took their positions. Nova started the car and drove towards the cabin, swearing up a storm along the way.

Jamie crouched behind his tree and looked through his binoculars. The SUV was halfway across the open ground between them and the cabin when he saw the door open. He grinned as he saw the object of his hatred emerge and stand on the porch, defiantly glaring at the approaching car. Then Jamie remembered their car was laden with lots and lots of wards that made it unrecognizable and the passengers unnoticeable. He cursed himself inwardly and desperately hoped Ben wouldn't notice it. He obviously didn't notice an inability to spot the license plate on his camera screens, if he had even bothered to check them. Jamie just hoped he wouldn't realize he was unable to make out Martin's features behind the wheel.

The car drove nearly all the way to the cabin before Jamie saw Ben step away from it and back to the door. "Shit," Jamie cursed aloud. He made no move to pursue Ben. They had a few minutes' drive to get to there and if the twins weren't able to take Ben down in one hit, he was going to be able to enact his emergency plans, whatever they were. Jamie held his breath and stared on through his binoculars, hoping the twins noticed Ben and took action.

Just as he saw Ben turn around to head inside, the rear doors to the Wrangler opened and the twins started hanging out of them. Jamie saw two slight flashes of light and Ben Johansson fell down on his front porch. Jamie sighed in relief and gathered his posse to drive down to the cabin.

A few minutes later, Jamie drove up to the cabin and walked in. Nova greeted him in the front hall and said, "I've deleted all the footage from the security system and disabled it."

Jamie nodded in acknowledgement and said, "Where's Ben?" Nova led him into the front parlor where the head of the Johansson clan lay on the floor, unmoving. Jamie let out a great sigh of joy when he saw the glad sight. "Finally, we get to the bottom of this big, ugly mess. Wake him up and interrogate him!"

Ray made Ben come to and then Nova and the vampire Jessica picked him up and roughly divested him of his warm, layered clothing. Ben tried to fight back and resist, but soon saw the futility of combating their super strengths. He craned his neck to face Helena, while he was being manhandled and said, "Helena, help me! Stop your friends! Talk to them!"

Helena regarded him with a blank look. "No," she quietly said.

Jamie stood next to her and whispered in her ear, "You really don't have to be here for this."

She nodded and looked conflicted for a few moments, before shaking her head and saying, "I'll be fine."

Ben saw his options dwindle. "Mr. Jacobs," he said, "let's talk about this! I have information! A lot of knowledge that an ambitious, young man like yourself could use. We can come to an arrangement, please!"

Jamie stepped before the naked, pasty, white man covered in blubber and fat. "I am going to take all of your knowledge for my own, don't you worry," he said. "Ray, Felicity."

The twins got to work and Ben was soon squealing and wailing in protest at his anal penetration. Ray's thrusts set Ben's blubber shuddering and Felicity had trouble riding his surprisingly large cock with all the gut fat hanging over it. "Ray, this cannae work," she said. Ray nodded to Nova and Jessica and they helped him drag Ben backwards to a couch. Ray sat down and Ben was impaled upon his cock again, screaming in humiliation. Felicity mounted his hard shaft again and began to bounce up and down it with relish.

Soon, the three of them came together and Felicity's pleasure ridden mind was overwhelmed with images of Ben's thoughts and memories.

Jamie patiently waited for his redheaded slave to catch her breath after she dismounted Ben's softening cock that was glistening with her juices. Nova pulled Ben off Ray and restrained him on the floor, next to the couch.

"Well," Jamie finally said, "Why did he do it?"

"The Suit ordered him to," Felicity said. "It offered him rehiring all the members of his clan and releasing the ones in lockup if he passed a file on you and your group to the Syndicate."

"Everything I did," Ben panted from the floor, "I did for my family. It was nothing personal against you."

Jamie's blood boiled at hearing that. The memory of the videos of his mother being raped and mutilated surfaced in his mind. A vision of her in a dog cage, naked, bloody and broken, danced before his eyes. The edges of his vision turned red as his wrath consumed his sanity. Jamie stood up and grabbed a heavy coat rack stand by the door as if it was a toothpick. He roared in anger as he brought it down on Ben's prone form again and again.

"My mother was kidnapped because of you," he yelled at the semi-conscious old man on the floor. "She was raped, because of you! She was mutilated, because of you! You fucking bastard!" Jamie kept swinging the heavy stick until it broke against Ben's bruised body. He saw that Ben was still breathing and he reached down and snapped the man's neck with his bare hands. Jamie stood over the corpse and gulped air to catch his breath. He kicked at the corpse repeatedly. "Fucking cunt!"

The rest of his group stood around and calmly waited for orders. He had done this many times over in the last few months and seeing him bludgeon someone to death was nothing new to them. Felicity and Ray got dressed in the meanwhile. She popped out of the room and returned very quickly to ask, "Shall I tell you about the vault?"

"What fucking vault," Jamie asked.

"The Johansson clan had been formed way back when Ben was just a toddler," Felicity said. "His father and uncle had been archaeologists that went on digs throughout the world and scoured the ancient finds for magical objects. They found lots and lots of them and brought them all to D.C. and stored them in a vault that's accessed from under the Smithsonian."

"I take it there are dangerous things of great power in this vault," Jamie said. Felicity nodded. "There always are. Is there anything here that is connected to the vault, or grants access to it?"

Felicity nodded her head yes. "This is an almost complete inventory of its contents," Felicity said, brandishing a thick bundle of papers she had just retrieved from Ben's office.

"Ok, then," Jamie said, "Nova, take those and scan them into your memory. Let's get the fuck outta Dodge and burn this place down to the ground! Nova, toss the Johanssons from the car!"

Nova dumped the unconscious married couple out on the snow and they set the cabin on fire. They sat in their cars and drove off. The huge blaze could be seen in their rear view mirrors for several minutes. They drove to the airport and took off towards Washington, D.C.

Once the plane reached cruising altitude and speed, they were settled in the seats and Jamie said, "Ok, Felicity, tell us all about this vault that the Johanssons have!"

"Well," she said, "it's fucking huge, for one thing! It's more than a hundred feet underground and it's about as big as a football pitch. It's hidden and sealed with very powerful and dangerous magic. If you can find it and know the passwords that allow you to survive the magical traps, you can enter it by simply turning the knob on the doors. The vault itself is just a big room made of armored concrete, nothing special. Now, inside the vault is where the magic really is. Ben did an inventory of the place. It took him nearly the whole time from when his uncle Eric died to the time when he disappeared to hole up in his cabin.

"The most important thing in the vault, at least in Ben's mind, is a fountain that pre-dates ancient Babylon. It has the power to create and bestow magic upon those born without it." Everyone gasped at the news. "The catch is that you have to drain thirteen people of all of their blood to convert their life force into magic that you then absorb. And that's how all the Johanssons got their magical power."

Astonished whispers of "fuck me" and "damn" spread throughout the plane's cabin.

"Not a single one of the clan had been born with magic," Felicity said, "they all got it while they were kids and the clan elder made the sacrifices in their name and dipped them in the spilled blood. Obviously, the elders gave themselves magic while they were already grown up. Helena's magic came to her the same way."

"That must be why I was able to knock out all the Johanssons when I first attacked The Suit," Jamie said, still sickened by the recitation. "I spent only one spirit for each gender. Fucking cunts! Slaughtering innocent people for power. Fuck! I left Martin and Jessica alive back there! Which one of them knew about this?"

"Besides the founding brothers, only Ben had been told about it," Felicity said. "Everyone else believes they were born with magic since the sacrifices were performed while they were still infants. Besides, I interrogated those two, remember?" Jamie nodded and sat back in his seat. "And Ben only found out about it after Eric had died," Felicity said with a mischievous grin on her lips.

"What do you mean," Jamie asked. "How?"

"Another thing they have in the vault is a small, magical pool," she said. "It serves as a sort of answering machine. A magician can record a message consisting of his or her thoughts and have it deliver that message to a person of their choosing after they die. That's how Eric told Ben where to find the vault and how to get in."

"And who did Ben leave a message for," Jamie asked. He was starting to get the nagging feeling that this whole thing was only going to end when he slaughtered each and every last Johansson.

"No one," Felicity said. Jamie gave her an incredulous look. "He hadn't picked a successor before you snuffed him." She laughed. "In Ben's opinion, his whole clan is made up of incompetent idiots."

"Wait," cried Sandra in sudden alarm, "hold up! Jessica Johansson! She wasn't born a Johansson, she married into the clan! Where did she get her magic from?"

"She was born with it," Felicity said. "The clan has the practice of only wedding people that were born with magic."

"So, she doesn't know about the vault," Sandra asked.

"No, she doesn't," Felicity said.

"What else is in the vault," Jamie asked.

"Enchanted weapons, captive monsters, stored spells, ancient items and artifacts of great power, and quite a lot of stuff that's obviously very powerful but they hadn't yet figured out what it does, exactly," Felicity said. "I'll give you a run down of everything when we tour the vault itself, but I doubt you'll want to use any of their shit."

"Oh," Jamie said, questioningly. He grinned at the flippant tone of the young woman that was his slave.

"Yeah," Felicity said and settled back in her seat. "See, the price for activating and using nearly all the things in there is human sacrifice." Jamie's grin evaporated. "And a lot of the stuff there kills the one that uses it, as well. Like the preconstructed rift spells. You activate one of those and it ends with disintegrating you."

Jamie remembered the one that was used to clean up after Eric Johansson's failed attack on them. He faced forward and let Felicity get some shuteye. She was exhausted. Ray was already snoring in his seat. Jamie shook his head to himself and let out a heavy sigh. Dark thoughts were swirling around in his brain. He counted up the Johanssons by birth and multiplied the number by thirteen. Then he felt sick. Helena's power, the power gained by murder, was inside Rose and they used it, on a regular basis, to store up Jamie's power spirits. He felt violated and disgusted by the realization.

"So, what are you going to do about The Suit," Helena quietly asked, breaking him out of his reverie of revulsion.

"Huh, what?"

"Are you going to confront The Suit about what it did," Helena asked.

"No," Jamie said. "I'm just going to kill the shit."

"Can you do that," Helena asked.

"I think I've thought up of a way," Jamie said. "We'll see. Even if it doesn't work, and The Suit survives, it'll be scared a bit. Just like we were when we got those DVDs."

Helena shut her eyes and nodded in sympathy. She hadn't gone through what the rest of them had, because her parents had not been taken, but she was plenty disgusted by what she glimpsed of the others' tapes. "Is that wise," Helena said. "Is it wise to kill the head of a nation's supernatural law enforcement?"

"Fuck wise," Jamie said. "The fucker knew full well what would happen if he, or she, didn't back the fuck off. They made their choice and they must be made to suffer the consequences of that choice." He turned and studied her features. "You disagree?"

Helena sighed and reluctantly nodded. "Jamie, you've done so much killing by now. Aren't you sick and tired of it, already? When is this going to stop? Is The Suit your last victim? Or are you going to decide to kill the President for having appointed whoever it is?"

"Dude," Jamie whispered in protest. "What the fuck? When did I ever kill someone who didn't have it fucking coming to them? Whom did I kill that didn't have innocent blood on their hands? Name one! Just one name!"

"You know that isn't-" Helena started to say.

"If you can't remember the name, then give me a rough description," Jamie said, insistently.

"Look, I'm just saying-"

"I get what you're trying to say," Jamie said. "I get it. And you're completely wrong. The Suit is the last. Very last one. We snuff him, or her, and we stow Stansfield in the Johanssons' vault and beef up its security and we're off to see the world."

Helena sat and considered his words for a few more moments, before saying, "We're not going to have any choice in that matter anymore. Regardless of The Suit's guilt, once you kill it, Section is going to come after us and never stop. We are going to have to roam the world, like gypsies. Do you remember that pimp in Vegas?"

"I didn't kill him," Jamie said.

"No, but you were going to, Jamie," Helena whispered. "If those hookers hadn't come back so fast, you'd have killed him dead."

"I didn't kill him," Jamie said, insistently.

"My point is that you have trouble putting things into perspective, Jamie," She said, her tone of voice soothing. "You were dead sure that guy was a baddie."

Jamie's hands rose and mouth fell open in an expression of incredulousness. "Are you fucking dumb," he asked. "Did you not hear it when Felicity read Ben's fucking mind?! Cause I could swear you were standing right fucking next to me when she did!"

"That's not my point, Jamie," Helena said.

"If ever there was a way to tell if someone was guilty of something, or not, then-"

"That's not what I'm saying, that's-"

"What are you saying, Worth," Jamie all but shouted. Everyone was awake by then and listening to the argument. "What are you saying? Are you saying that The Suit isn't guilty and that Felicity read Ben's mind wrong? Or is my slave just lying about everything?"

"No, Jamie, that's-"

"Then what in Bigfoot's furry asshole are you saying?!"

"I'm just saying," Helena said, her tone reconciliatory, "that maybe killing The Suit isn't the best way to handle our situation. It might not be the wisest course of action, here."

Jamie glared at her for a few moments. His chest heaved up and down in anger. "I'm going to do my damnedest to kill the shit," he said. "It's a just punishment and it's what I'm going to do. You can help me, or you can get out of the fucking way." Helena opened her mouth to say something but Jamie cut her off with, "I fucking mean it! I'm not gonna report The Suit to itself, or start circulating a petition to get it removed from office. That shit wanted death and suffering and I am going to give it what it wants!" Helena's lips drew down unhappily. She raised her hand in the air. "What?!"

"And what if The next Suit decides to go after our families to punish you for killing this one," she calmly asked.

"Then I will drench the earth on our families' graves with the blood of Section operatives until there are no more operatives to be had," Jamie said, glaring daggers right between her eyes.

Helena passed up on the opportunity to point out the hypocrisy of his last statement. She sniffed back her tears and faced front. She shook her head to herself and gave up. Jamie was again in the grips of his alpha male madness and impossible to reason with. She loved him to bits, but she felt like he would benefit from a stabbing in the ear, right about now.

The uncomfortable silence in the jet's cabin lasted until the rest of the jet's passengers managed to drift back to sleep. Once they landed in Washington, D.C., everyone got up and stretched as best as they could. Jamie said, "We're going to this vault, first. I don't want to be dragging this vamp into a hot zone and have her attack us when someone else tells her anything that might be interpreted as an order." He turned to Felicity. "What do we need to get in?"

"Just magic," she said and then tapped her temple. "And the passwords."

They had breakfast while they waited for their cars. Felicity used the time to annotate the inventory they took from Ben. She marked the few items that weren't powered by human sacrifice. Jamie noted all of those were made useless by modern technology. Many of the items powered by human sacrifice were also rendered obsolete by progress and science, but Jamie could see how someone would want to kill a human being in order to ensure with sorcery that their well's water was clean and safe to drink.

Their discussion of the inventory list was interrupted by the arrival of the cars. They retrieved them, taking care to have the vampire minimize contact with humans. At least one of them was next to her at all times to nix anything she might overhear and interpret as an order. After retrieving their vehicles, they set off to find the vault. They used charm magic to gain access to the Smithsonian's underground storage rooms. In one nondescript room, Felicity had them line up in single file behind her and said, "Squid."

The wall in front of them suddenly split into two halves that swung inward to let them through. Only when they passed through the doors, did they spot the incredibly intricate illusion that was hiding the seams from prying eyes. "No one could ever spot this door," Felicity said. "The illusion is made by using this artifact." She pointed out a delicate golden chain hanging above the door. "It's from one of the tribes that sacked Rome."

They found themselves standing at the beginning of a long and nondescript corridor. The walls were concrete and cold. A faint glow was seen in the distance. "Doodle," Felicity said. The glow increased until it transformed into a pale light that illuminated their way. "That password disarms the traps and turns on the lights. Come on!" The doors closed behind them and they could no longer see a doorway, or the golden chain hanging above it. Everyone was disconcerted.

"What fucking traps," Jamie demanded. "I can't sense any traps."

"Well, duh," Felicity said, "they're disarmed. Even if they weren't, you'd never be able to sense them until they killed you. The traps were made by Eric and his brother and they incorporate some of the craziest stuff that magicians had made since before language was invented."