Even though they were not combat tested, Rhys felt like they were ready to start to take the battle to the Om. They had discussed how to proceed at some length. Rhys recognized they needed help on many fronts, but the immediate threat was the Om, and they needed intelligence and logistical support. So they had picked their target.
Leslie Clarke was the director of clandestine activities for the CIA. Former field agent, and Officer in Charge of a terrorist "interview" facility located north of Afghanistan, she was ideally placed to help us begin our search. Rhys knew who she was and her group had hired Rhys a few occasions.
Leslie was in her early fifties, divorced, no known current relationship that Bob could ferret out so that probably meant none. Not surprising given her reputation as a very ambitious, ruthless Bitch.
Interestingly, Rhys had the most ethical qualms about this despite her reputation. He couldn't simply ask for her help without revealing some of the truth. Washington being the mess it is, they could hardly trust anyone with information about them. Their own government would be breathing down our necks, trying to get access to the base, and put them in a quarantine facility. Rhys nor Bob could allow that.
They had decided Rhys would seduce her, giving her a symbiont. That would allow him to fully bring her into their group where she could be controlled. The girls were ok with this, Amancia even offering to help if she had lesbian tendencies. While not the ideal solution, it was the only one they could come up with that would not put everything at risk. The stakes were too high for mistakes, and in the end, the girls and Rhys agreed we should do whatever necessary to keep each other safe.
Part of Rhys liked the idea of taking her and putting her under control even though he didn't know her. He could command the girls but this was different. Leslie would be the test, he just hoped it worked.
Leaving the base for the first time needed caution. New identities were not a problem, but the Om had shown an uncanny knack of locating them. Weapons and armor were a requirement. Amancia found us an isolated house in southern Maryland that we could ship them to.
They traveled in style, first-class, each flying separately to D.C. They were staying at the Hyatt Regency. Rhy got a suite as might be expected for the CEO of a little known but upcoming security and arms manufacturer known as Miranda Group. The girls took separate rooms with identities that identified Sandy as an employee of Google, and in Amancia's case, a travel company located in Jamaica. Sandy and Amancia had done an excellent job building the fake identities.
Amancia and Sandy arranged delivery of weapons to our backup address and retrieved part of the weapons we would keep with us at all times.
Rhys' job was getting a meeting with the director of Clandestine Operations. It would be difficult but not impossible Also, somewhere along the line, his true identity would be discovered if anyone looked very hard. Rhys wanted to entice Ms. Clarke into wanting to meet him away from her office.
The girls gathered in his suite after they checked in. It was not the kind of place he normally stayed in. Large living room and dining room, separate bedroom with a king-size bed.
"Nice," said Amancia, jumping into the middle. "Sir, my Bob needs feeding," she said with a sexy Grin.
"I am sure," Rhys grinned, "but it is going to have to wait for a minute."
"Plenty of room in the shower," Sandy called out, "Come in here first."
Amancia frowned but got up and headed into the bathroom shedding clothes as she went. There weren't very many of those and Rhys was treated to the sight of a very firm bottom swaying delectably as she walked in.
"Coming Sir?" she asked, looking coyly over her shoulder.
Rhys thought a shower sounded good at the moment.
That night they went over our plan again. Leslie Clarke liked to stop at a bar near her townhouse on Friday night in Springfield. She was a regular there, and she would often have a few drinks and something to eat before heading home alone. Our plan was to have Sandy make initial contact. She would give her just enough information to engage her curiosity, but not enough to put her on alert. Hopefully, that would lead to a meeting with me that weekend. Rhys didn't want to rush things, but they did need to begin to move, and they did have real actionable intelligence.
We knew everything there was to know about Leslie without having her under active observation. That would come later but for now, we had enough. Sandy had 'acquired' all Leslie's CIA records, medical records, and every credit card purchase she had ever made.
The picture that came across was of a woman who was very driven, ruthless, and ambitious. And right now we had something Leslie Clarke dearly wanted; information. In particular information about a former prisoner in the black ops interrogation facility she had run, now an active terrorist again.
Abdul Nazir had been active in Pakistan, then Syria, and had now moved into Iraq. Noted for his brutality and ruthlessness, he made a name for himself by taking family members of the ruling elites of Saudi, Qatar, and UAE hostage. After a few well-publicized gruesome executions, the rest of them paid up to the tune of hundreds of millions of dollars each. Funds he used to finance other terrorist groups. Bob and Amancia had tracked him down, and we knew where he was with the current hostages. That was my trump card if everything else failed.
The other interesting thing about Abdul was a sudden influx of cash Amancia couldn't trace. It was very suspicious that she could not tell where the funds were coming from. She knew where the funds were being kept, but we left them alone for the time being. Something else I could trade to Ms. Clarke.
Sandy had been somewhat quiet after we arrived. Rhys could sense her disquiet and did not object when she suggested they stay in and send out for food.
"How about that Jamaican food," she asked Amancia, "want to run over to the restaurant you have been talking about, Fred's Café Jamaican Restaurant?"
Amancia smiled, "sure, jerk chicken ok with everyone," she said giving her hips an extra wriggle as she went out the door.
Sandy smiled as she saw Rhys watching Amancia's ass as she left. "Pretty nice huh Rhys."
"To die for," he agreed.
Rhys turned and looked at Sandy and raised an eyebrow.
"That obvious?" she said with a grimace.
Rhys just tapped his head. "You know I can feel some turmoil going on in there." His ability had strengthened over the past month, and he was gaining much finer control, able to sort out the flurry of emotions a person gave off.
Sandy came over and pressed herself up against him pulling him into a hug. Her breasts pressed delightfully into his chest, his body hard against her even through their clothes. Sandy felt her nipples harden as she rubbed herself against his chest. I love this feeling she thought as Rhys began to respond to her body. Sandy was beginning to sense Rhys' emotions as well and she smiled with satisfaction as she recognized the raw lust he felt for her.
"Ok," Rhys said into her ear, ``Tell me whats the matter."
"I guess I am having second thoughts about bringing in Leslie. How it will change things between the three of us."
"I thought you were both ok with this," Rhys said while running his hands through Sandy's long red hair.
"Amancia is fine, she will do whatever you want."
Rhys enjoyed holding her like this, feeling her body against his. When he was near Sandy or Amancia it seemed like there was a fire just waiting to ignite, passion that could flare up into a sudden blaze. Rhys took a step back mentally until he was sure he was under control.
"You both know how much I love you."
Sandy looked up into his eyes. "Yes, but I can't help worrying about how this may change this relationship, the one with you and Amancia. I understand the reasoning, I argued for it, we need to do this, but at the same time, I cannot help wondering how this will change things between us."
"You know," Rhys said, "this is the first time in quite a while that we have been alone, just the two of us."
"I know, strange but even now I miss Amancia and she has only been gone for ten minutes."
"Yes," Rhys acknowledged, "me also. But even during sex, we are always together."
"We are, Amancia and I like it much better with the three of us together. It is more intimate, intense. You like it a lot as well, and besides, we both always cum together even if we are in different rooms."
"I do like it better that way," Rhys admitted. "You know how much the two of you mean to me."
"Yes we know, but Leslie will change things. It won't be just the three of us, she is just the beginning."
I realized I could smooth this over using Bob. All I had to do was will Sandy to be calm, and she would. The realization that I could manipulate her like that was alarming. I could be completely cynical and brush these worries aside, and I could feel the part of me that Bob had made into the "One" wanting to do that.
The other part of me didn't want that, the part that was the original Rhys. The part that had been falling in love with Sandy before all this began.
I tried to open my mind to Sandy. I could feel her emotions, so I reached for that kernel in my mind and tried to let her see my feelings for her. Without realizing it, I opened the same channel to Amancia.
A rush of emotions swept over Sandy's mind as Rhys opened a channel between them using the symbionts. almost overcome at the sudden intensity, Sandy grabbed Rhys tightly.
"Oh Rhys," she said, "I love you too," as tears came to her eyes. Sandy could feel him completely for the first time as Rhys's emotions suddenly overwhelmed her. She could see in her mind a tiny ball that was Rhys, and she could feel his love for her and Amancia. She could also see that part of him that he kept caged, it was like a beast trying to get out. It scared her but excited her as well.
She looked up into his eyes, and then kissed him, reveling in the mix of emotions she was able to actually know came from him. Realizing this was how he saw her in his mind. As she broke the kiss, she knew she would never doubt his feelings again, nor her place in them. Amancia, she thought, what about Amancia?
He raised an eyebrow at her again, saying "I cannot read your thoughts, just emotions, what else is bothering you?"
"What about Amancia, you know I love her."
"I expect you will find out shortly, Rhys said, "It seems that Amancia has discovered that part of her mind as well. I could feel her react to us, and unless I miss my guess, she is on her way back."
"We need to talk about Amancia," Sandy said quietly, "she has certain needs, she is more submissive than you may think."
"I know, we have had this conversation before."
"You also know I was a very strong dominant with her, and I knew when she needed the 'Harsh Mistress" role."
"You were very good with her as I remember, I enjoyed watching the two of you together very much."
"I know you did," she said with a wicked smile, "you were always exceptional in bed after watching us together. But it was more than that, Amancia would turn to me with every critical decision in her life. She wanted me to tell her what to do, but instead, I would only give advice."
"You loved her, that was the right thing to do."
"Yes, but it wasn't all she wanted. I have told you this. I could have taken over her entire life, and she would have loved me for it. She was possessive of me, jealous of our relationship, and would have moved in with me and acted the full time submissive."
"I'm glad she didn't," he said, "I loved you then, you know."
Sandy kissed me lightly and nodded. "But now that same submissive focus has shifted to you Rhys. I'm not jealous," Sandy added, knowing it was the truth. "We are still in love, closer now than we ever were. Amancia and I have talked, and that submissive need in her has not gone away. We think you and Bob have made it stronger, more intense."
