Quaranteam: Stolen Goods

This is a story set in the Quaranteam Universe created by CorruptingPower. My thanks to him and the QT writers room for their input and support.

This story revisits the characters from Damaged Goods and takes place just a day or so after that series ends. I fully intended to end the series at chapter five before it could become too repetitive, but this is an idea that wouldn't leave me alone and was sufficiently different that I wanted to write it.

It's quite a change in tone from the original series, darker and with less sex. Consider this a

Content Warning

for violence, some of it sexual in nature so, if that's not your bag, maybe give it a miss.

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Team Goode

(just a reminder)

Steve Goode

(38) - 6' - Software developer. Clinical depression. Recent widower.

Pixie O'Connell

(38) - 4'5" - Software developer. Unmedicated bipolar disorder two. University friend of Steve's that he lost touch with, reconnected by the vaccine program.

Valerie "Sarge" Anderberg

(30) - 6'3" - Averna administration. Former US Army. Double leg amputee and heavily scarred from battlefield injuries. PTSD.

Cynthia "Sin" March

(24) - 5'6" - Unemployed. Former stripper and escort. Escaped a long term abusive relationship by joining Team Goode. Previous exposure to DuoHalo-Orange combined with a history of drug use left her with a very short dosage interval and severe withdrawal symptoms.

Leila Bastani

(32) - 5'4" - Iranian/Welsh freelance editor and author. Social anxiety and panic attacks. Widowed. Lost her young son to DuoHalo.

Other teams

Carly Simmons

(25) - Sin's oldest friend. Former stripper and escort. Survived the same abusive relationship. Joined another team living some distance away.

++++ Tues 17th Nov 2020 ++++

Leila - 22:00

"Get him in the car!" Sarge bellowed at me, that parade ground voice left no room for debate. "In the car! I've got her!"

I did my best, but he was heavy and I couldn't help flinching when the burns on my arm touched anything. Pixie and I just about managed to keep him upright between us as we stumbled out into the driveway where a pretty nice looking BMW was parked, its lights flashed as Pixie hit the remote locking. I somehow found a second to wonder which of our attackers it belonged to and where she'd found the keys.

"Get in the back! I'll strap her into the passenger seat and I'll drive." She staggered as she had to turn sideways to get her burden through the door of the house behind us. It was a miracle she could pull that off on her prosthetics. "Anything has to be faster than waiting for an ambulance right now."

"I'm fine," he mumbled in my ear as his head flopped my way.

"You're not fine!" I muttered back through teeth gritted against my own pain.

"Do you know where you're going?" Pixie threw the car keys to Val.

"Vaguely. We passed the hospital earlier today," she muttered as she started the engine. Hitting a button on the dashboard she said, as calmly as she could for the satnav, "Emergency Room."

"It's called A&E here, Sarge," Pixie corrected her, but the car seemed to understand anyway. A route appeared on the screen.

"Hang on," Val shouted at the world in general and, with a tyre screech, we were on our way.

Val - 08:00 (14 hours earlier)

I screamed as everything went black; or at least I assume I did. I wasn't about to tell Pixie this but, when Steve gets it just right, when he has me on the edge of cumming right before he cums himself, I couldn't honestly tell you if I scream or not. I've always been vocal when it comes to sex so maybe it's just me but, with Steve, it's total sensory overload; my vision goes out completely and Slipknot could be playing a gig in the bedroom and I wouldn't hear them. It's as if every nerve in my body vibrates and there's just his presence between my thighs and the ecstasy and that's my whole universe. That's what I got this time and when I came back to reality it was to the feel of him lying behind me, pressed against me. God, it was fantastic.

"Mmmm... good?" He always asked afterwards. You'd think the delirious grin or the drool I hastily wiped off my lips would be a hint, but somehow he's still insecure. All part of the man I've fallen in love with.

"Oooh fuck yes," I said as I forced myself to focus. The feel of his arms around me and his chest hair gently brushing across my back was making it difficult to think. "Let's stay right here, forever."

"Sounds good to me," he mumbled into the back of my neck, "but we can't. I need to see Sin and Leila off, plus I think I smell breakfast cooking."

"Don't leave me alone," I pouted. "Not yet. Give me five minutes."

"Five minutes?"

"Three? Please?"

"Three minutes huh?" He kissed the back of my neck and another burst of pleasure ran down my spine. "I wonder what I could do that would keep me entertained for three whole minutes?" His fingers trailed down my back and over my ass. I didn't consciously lift my stump but suddenly there was space between my thighs for his hand to slip between them.

"Ohh Steve..." I gasped as his fingertips combed through my short hairs and began circling my wet lips. You would think there should be a limit to how good that man could make me feel but, if there was, I clearly hadn't found it yet. I pushed my ass back towards him and rolled partly onto my front so that I could spread a little further for better access.

He was laughing quietly to himself as his fingers slid gently across my clit. His thumb passed over my lips a few times before it slipped inside me and curled forward, circling over my g spot. I was focused on the building heat in my pussy when he started kissing between my shoulder blades. His stubble made me shudder and I found myself trying to push both my back and my ass towards him at the same time. I groaned and bit my lip as his constant rhythm pushed me closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly his touch disappeared.

"Well, that's about three minutes..."

"Don't you fucking dare stop!" I rolled onto my back, grabbed his hand and dragged it back. I pressed his fingers against me with one hand as I took the back of his head with the other and pulled him down to kiss him and stop him from getting away. The renewed sensation as he started rubbing again was even better than before. Seconds later I felt the wave coming and I couldn't think clearly enough to kiss any more. He pressed his forehead against mine and looked me deep in the eyes.

"Cum for me, love," he breathed and my body responded. I'm not sure he'd ever used the word 'love' in my presence before we proposed, but it felt damn good to hear it just then. It wasn't a serum orgasm, but my body was still overstimulated from before. He smothered my shout with another kiss as I convulsed, keeping up the motion of his fingers against my electrified nerve endings until I couldn't take it any more and I had to push his hand away again so that I could breathe.

I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him against me as I panted. Eventually I let him go and my body went limp. He kissed me; long, slow and loving before he moved to get up.

"Fine. Go. I'm just gonna lie here for a minute and then I'll be down." My skin where he had been touching me felt icy cold without him. He paused to pull the sheet up over me and tucked it in around my neck.

"No you won't."

"No, I won't."

Sin - 08:10

Steve came into the kitchen behind me, I didn't have to look to know it was him. Maybe it's the sound of his footsteps or something, but my body always seems to subconsciously know it's him before I do. My first clue is always the instant response in my knickers. He paused to kiss me on the cheek where I sat at the island eating breakfast. The feel of his stubble made my body react even more fiercely. His hands rested on my shoulders for a moment but he didn't touch me too much, thoughtfully trying not to make it any tougher than necessary to resist the hair trigger impulses that variant DuoHalo exposure had left me with.

I reflexively glanced at the timer I always had running on my watch nowadays. Had it really only been nine hours since he'd bent me over this very worktop? It felt like forever since he'd pressed my half naked body down onto the cold granite and fucked me until I could barely stand. I ran my hands along the surface, remembering the feel of the edge pressing into my stomach as he'd laughed and bit the back of my neck like a lion in a bloody nature documentary. Shit! I was going to have to change my underwear again before we left.

"Morning girls," he said. "Got everything you need?"

I wanted to say 'No. I need a blast of your cum down my throat!' but I knew I didn't have time for that. I also knew he'd just finished with Val but, and I smiled at the thought, everyone for a mile in any direction knew he'd just finished with Val.

"Yes, thanks," I settled for the practical answer. "All my stuff is in Leila's car already, she's just packing up her overnight bag."

"Bacon, Sexypants?" Pixie asked him without looking up from the frying pan she was using.

"A question you know damn well I will never say no to," he said. "You must want something if you're breaking out my kryptonite?"

"Oh there's something I want from you, but that can wait til I get you alone later." She cracked an egg into the pan as she smiled at him. "Can't I just do something nice for my fiancé?"

"That's me! I'm a fiancé," he turned back to look at me, grinning like an idiot, before he put his arms around Pixie's waist and kissed her cheek too. "Fiancés get bacon

and

eggs? Why did no-one tell me this? How have I made it to thirty eight years old and I'm only hearing about this now?" He hugged Pixie and groped her arse. Bitch. I had to strangle the jealous impulse before it could really get going. Maybe I could persuade Leila to pull over somewhere later and help me take the edge off.

"Sounds like a pretty sweet deal for you," Leila asked as she came down the stairs with her toiletries bag. "What do

your

fiancées get then?"

"Hmm, I don't know," he let go of Pixie and crossed the kitchen to kiss Leila too. "There's four of you; that's a lot of bacon for one man."

"It's a lot of anything for one man," she replied and leaned into his embrace. "You'll have to think of something else you can supply enough of for us all." He held her tight and kissed her deeply. Fuck it! I wanted that. I knew I should have persuaded him to go with me instead of her. Girls' nights are overrated anyway, at least I wouldn't have to compete with Carly for his attention. If it hadn't been for a visit to see her, I wouldn't be going anywhere, but we used to be inseparable and now I'd seen her just once in the last month or so. I missed her.

"I'll give it some thought, we can 'discuss' it when you're back tomorrow night." His dirty chuckle set Leila off into a fit of embarrassed giggles. "You've got your laptops and work phones in case the balloon goes up tonight? Carly's new address for the satnav?"

"Yes dear," Leila said mockingly. I just nodded as I finished off my food. He took her bag, picked up the little case at the bottom of the stairs and carried them out to the car for her. I couldn't help but watch him walk away.

"Sin? You ok love?" Leila asked me. I snapped back to reality, interrupting my dirty little fantasy. "You look a bit distracted," she gave me a wicked smirk. "Got enough undies in your bag?"

Ugh! I'm surrounded by bitches.

Pixie - 11:00

I let him think he was in control but I had him right where I wanted him. He thought he could manhandle me and toss me around and there was nothing I could do about it, but I'd been waiting for my opening ever since we started. I saw Val moving in behind him and I knew she was going to provide the perfect opportunity. She leaned in and kissed him. He couldn't help but kiss her back, so I pounced while his attention was split. I got my combo off, flipped him up into the air and let him have it with a perfectly timed finishing move.

"Yes!" I shouted. "Suck it, lover! You lose!" I dropped the game controller and stood up to do my victory dance.

"Cheats!" He objected. "You think I don't know what this is? I know a conspiracy when I see one. I should have spotted it coming, of course you two would gang up on me."

"Don't look at me," Val laughed. "I just wanted a kiss."

"What did you promise her, Pix?" He slapped my arse as I wiggled it in his face. "I'll bet it's dirty."

"Don't know what you mean," I said. "All I know is that you have to get up early tomorrow and do the shopping while we get to have a lie in."

"Hmmm," he smiled as he got an idea. Leaning back on the sofa he stretched lazily and the smile became a definite smirk. "Well, if I'm getting up early anyway... I suppose I could wake

one

of you up with head before I go... but which one?" He got up as Val and I looked at each other and I knew we were going to go straight back to competing.

"Play you for it, Sarge?"

"So you can cheat me too?" She shook her head. "No, I'm sure we can think of something better."

"Hey, have Sin or Leila been in touch with either of you since they left?" Steve asked as he looked at his phone. "They were supposed to let me know when they arrived."

"Not that I've seen," I shook my head. Val double checked her own phone and tapped at her contacts list.

"Odd, Sin's going straight to voicemail," she frowned. Another few taps on her phone and then, "So's Leila's."

"Hmmm," Steve scrolled through his chat history looking for a number before making another call.

"Oh heya Carly! Steve Goode... Yeah, fine thanks. Did the girls get there yet? They were going to let me know but their phones are both going to voicemail. I don't know what the signal's like at your new place." He paused and his face screwed up in confusion. "What do you mean? She's on her way to you... You invited her over... Yeah... Girls' night with your partners?... She's been so excited to see you since you messaged her, she even convinced Leila that she needed to spend time with people who aren't us... but... no... about two and half hours or so... that's what she told me, it was an NG13 postcode... fuck, fuck, fuck!" He looked up at us, suddenly scared. "What the fuck is going on?"

Pixie - 22:03

"The blood won't stop!" Leila shouted desperately but I could see it easily enough for myself. Her hands were red with it. "Why won't the blood stop? I'm pressing on it!"

Steve started to cough more, grimacing in pain. Leila cried out again as she tried to maintain pressure on the wound in his side despite his shaking and convulsing. I did my best to keep him still in the middle seat between us. We were never going to get a seatbelt around him in his condition.

"M'fine," he said weakly. "Don't panic, I'm fine."

"You're not fucking fine, you bloody bell-end!" I said. "You're fucking fucked up!"

"Pix? Why are you topless?" He was slurring and his good eye was squinting at my bra

"You don't remember? Fuck! Stay awake, lover! Stay with us." I knew I was panicking. He was wracked by another rough coughing fit. "Shit!" I cried. "Why is he coughing like that? Is he infected? It hasn't been long enough for that has it?"

Val - 12:00

"Fuck this!" Steve said as he pulled his shoes on. "I'm not sitting on my arse waiting for the police to decide if this is a real problem. As soon as they look up Sin's history they'll probably decide she's not worth their time."

"They're too busy anyway, and they know it," Pixie snarled as she joined him. "Even the dispatcher girl on the phone knew she was talking crap, just trying to be reassuring. I say we start by following their route. We can look out for any accidents and check out this address at the same time."

"Ok," I conceded. Any action sounded good, and her logic seemed sound. "At the very least we can rule out car problems en route."

"Here," Steve said as he opened Google maps on his phone. "This is the address Leila looked up on my PC before they left, but google gives two routes that would have been roughly the same travel time." He showed us his screen and we both got the address. "We've got two cars to work with, so I'll take the motorway and you guys take the alternative." He gave me a look over Pixie's head and glanced at her. His meaning was clear, he wanted me to go with her and keep an eye on her.

"Ok," Pixie said, oblivious. "Sounds like a plan." It obviously hadn't dawned on her yet that, at this time of day, the motorway would get him there well before us. I wanted to object, but I could also see Pixie's face and I could see he was right. She would need watching over.

We piled into the two cars, but when I went over to kiss him before we split up, I squeezed him hard by his balls and muttered;

"You will not do

anything

until I get there!"

"Yes Sarge!" He squeaked.

Pixie - 14:30

"Number fourteen. I think this is the place," Val said as she peered at the numbers on the houses. We had made the trip slower than I would have liked, scouring the side of the road as we went. We'd seen nothing, and Steve hadn't called so now we were looking for the address.

"It's a big house," I conceded and parked on the street outside, "but not when you're thinking in terms of a full team. How many partners does Carly have now?"

"Her man plus six, I think." She wound the window down and peered around the cul-de-sac. "It's quiet. There's no-one moving about at all."

"Those cars in the neighbour's drive look like they haven't moved in a long while," I offered. "I think this whole area might be dead or gone." It was pretty eerie to be honest. Some kid's bike was lying in the front garden of one of the houses, but it's not like there was a pile of unopened deliveries at each door. I noticed that Val was still craning her neck to look up and down the street. "What is it?"

"I don't see him," my lack of understanding must have been obvious. "Steve. He should have beaten us here by a good twenty minutes or so." She called his phone. "Shit! Straight to voicemail." We sat and stared at each other, imagining the worst. "So help me," she murmured, "if he's dead, I'll fucking kill him!" At least she was channeling her fears into a helpful rage.

"Fucking hell!" I muttered and got out of the car.

"Pixie, wait!" She tried to stop me. "We need to get the cops."

"We still haven't found anything that will get them out here." I slammed the door behind me, forcing her to get out too if she wanted to continue the debate. "I'm going to go have a look through the house's windows." She mumbled something that I'm pretty sure wasn't complimentary but she followed me.

We split up and I went around to the back garden. I tried the handle on the back door and peered through the glass. My stomach flipped as I got confirmation of my suspicions, then I heard Val shouting my name from the other side of the house. I sprinted back but found her unhurt, standing where she'd opened the apparently unlocked garage door.

"There's a body in the kitchen," I started as I reached her, "but it looks like an older woman. The house is definitely... dead" I stopped when I saw what she was looking at.

Steve's car was in the garage, the driver's window had been smashed.

Sin - 15:30

"Please," it was Leila's voice. "We don't have any money. We're not whoever you think we are!" She sounded terrified, and muffled, I assumed she had a bag over her head like the one over mine. "You must have the wrong people!"

My head was swimming and every part of me ached. I was sitting on a hard floor with my back against something that felt like a column or a bannister. I could feel someone sitting beside me, but my hands were tied tight behind my back and around the column with hard plastic ties that dug into my skin. Every time Leila spoke, the ties tugged and cut my wrists so I guessed we were also tied to each other. I tried to ask her to stop hurting me but my mouth wouldn't cooperate. I coughed and gagged; there was an acrid taste in my throat and my tongue was swollen and bleeding like I'd bitten it. I could just about bend my finger backwards until it touched someone else's skin. Leila's finger curled around mine and held on. It was the most contact we could manage but she stopped begging and just cried beside me.