[This one-shot longish short story has some graphic violent scenes. If this upsets you, please don't read it. It has both sci-fi and fantasy elements in a contemporary setting. The sex scenes are heterosexual.]
Infiltration
By: Faustian Fables
1. NeuraNest Technologies Corporate Office - Second Floor Suite
I was 'working' my job at the front security desk. My eyes focused on the porn star's huge rack bounced across the small screen on my knee. A bomb blew up behind me. Light flashes reflected against my monitor, a loud boom sounded, followed by things crashing and people screaming hysterically.
I didn't get paid to watch porn and so I got up and waded through the cloud of dust trying to figure out what was going on. Fires burned and the sprinklers activated dousing the flames. I saw now a huge pool of blood where the coders used to work and all around it severed legs and arms. Only half of Paul was there with the intestines spilling and he had the strangest look on his face.
I followed a woman's cries and found Gloria with her leg trapped under a pile of debris. I approached her, tried to pull her out and then something above creaked loudly. The hair on the back of neck prickled before a loud crash followed by an intense sharp pain on the top my head.
2. San Jose City Hall
It was cold that morning.
"Now I'm going to turn it over to Inspector Swan with the U.S. Postal Inspection Service," said the mayor.
A serious looking woman stood behind the microphone. There was something about her short blond hair, crisp formal uniform, thin yet curvy figure, world weary appearance, and unapologetic grimace. Her subversive masculinity performed by her feminized body. An intoxicating mixture of beauty and aesthetic fascism. It wasn't hard at all. Me imagining her dressed in leather holding a riding crop.
The crowd of reporters yelled over each other in an incomprehensible din.
Inspector Swan pointed at a journalist in the front with her hand shaped like a gun.
"Do you have a suspect?" the reporter asked.
Inspector Swan shook her head. "No individual suspect, but there is a group that has claimed responsibility," she explained. "The Animal Liberation Front."
Swan shot another journalist with her finger.
"Why is the ALF targeting NeuraNest, aren't they an... AI startup?" the newswoman asked.
Inspector Swan frowned before releasing a small sigh. "We've not identified a motive at this time," she admitted. "NeuraNest never experimented on animals. They're a small Silicon Valley firm. We're still investigating and hope to develop a more robust motive and identify those responsible for the attack."
3. NeuraNest Technologies Corporate Office - Second Floor Suite - Cozy Security Room
It surprised me when she showed up unannounced. The light blue polo shirt had three buttons and none were fastened. With every movement she made, my eyes glued to them.
"Show me it, I want to see," she demanded. "All of it."
The screen flickered and the office floor down the hall from my desk came into view. Quickly I clicked the mouse. "There," I said and pointed at a large package sitting on the desk. My moist hand gripped the mouse, reduced the playback speed, and set the scene in motion. Moments passed and then a fireball formed where the package was and grew until you could see bedlam and flying severed blood soaked limbs.
Inspector Swan's left hand gripped and squeezed my left shoulder as she leaned over my right. Her ample exposed chest hung right next to my head and I couldn't help but stare, softly smile, and lean towards her. Her perfume smelled of cinnamon but not quite. It had a sharp bite. God, if she asked me right now to munch on me, I'd let her feast on whatever she wanted.
"Hey, uhh," I asked before hesitating. My jaw set, chest puffed out, and eyes stared into her own as my moist hands gripped against each other. "Could we get drinks after this? Y'know, it's hard. Watching this again after what happened. A few beverages could... calm my nerves a bit. I'm sure you have some good stories to share as well. Being a postal inspector."
"Are you asking me out?" she asked, blinked, and tilted her head.
"I'm friends with Sean Svensson," I responded without answering. "He gave me a bunch of NeuraNest stock when I was hired. If this company becomes the next big break through. I'll be a millionaire several times over."
She laughed, looked down, and then returned my stare. "Sounds tempting, but my focus is on the investigation," she refused.
4. My Apartment
The rubber tip squeaked as I pulled it off the top of the tequila bottle and poured liquor into the short glass. My mind remembered when I joked to friends that since my divorce, my new love interest was a Misty Quelia. When I still had friends... I gulped from the glass and it burned on the way down my throat. It's been years. Since I last fucked a woman.
I stood blurry eyed and stumbled. Fuck... The bed beckoned but... the mail. I never checked it.