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Ch 5a
Jason was dreaming again. He stood at the top of his apartment complex. It was not very high, but still. He was looking around, trying to enjoy the view, but every passing second solidified his desire to move out, and into another more fitting place.
All was remarkably clear for him, considering that it was dark. He could see two figures moving in stealth, getting close to his car. He wanted to have a closer look, and see if he could hear what they were discussing. "If it as dream then I can make myself invisible, and float down there," he did just that. He achieved it quite easily.
Floating down to the two figures, he noticed it was a man and a woman, with dark suits, and stern faces. The woman spoke first.
"Is this the place?"
"Yes. It is. And, here is his vehicle."
"How can you be sure?"
"The most obvious being that this vehicle does not really belong here. It is out of place. The others around it don't match the quality of this one. Also, is seems to be imbued with some form of repellant as the other vehicles are not parked near it, and by looking at the parking lot, which is in desperate need of further parking spots, it is highly unlikely that someone willingly would not park next to it."
"But, that is all circumstantial."
"Look here. The sign in the center of the wheels, as well as the center of the steering wheel is a 'T' not that of a BMW. We were told my Xerxes that this sign is placed upon those that have found the power. It usually cannot be so easily detected."
"You mean he made this?"
"Yes. Although, I was told that it had been not so long ago that he had come across this power. This is quite impressive for a novice."
"So this amateur has made a mistake with the sign?"
"Or he is confident that most would not notice it."
"So either he is a natural genius, or we have been lied to. We should just move in now that we have the element of surprise."
"Negative. I do not have his exact apartment, yet. And, if he is able to create this vehicle, who knows what else he has been able to create as personal defenses."
"You're scared," jibbed the female agent.
"No. Just concerned." He took out what looked like a scanner, and pointed it at the vehicle. "Look at this."
The female agent moved toward him. She was very pretty, and seemed to be tight all over. She had long red hair, with a streak of white at the front. One could see a gun being framed by her suit.
"Do you see that?" Asked the man wearing a similar suit, but he was muscular and well built, with a crew cut. He seemed made to seek and destroy, so it was odd to have him so reserved in this case.
"What is that?" She asked incredulously.
"Here are the normal parts of the car. And these are the modifications."
"Yes. I know that. But
that
," she asked as she tapped on the scanner with her finger.
"That seems to be what powers the vehicle. The scanner does not recognize it so it must be a very new form, or a very old one. Strange. The scanner cannot make a copy of it either."
"Alright, I'm getting tired of waiting around. When do we move in?"
"So anxious to get the action rolling," he joked. "You're going to have to wait a while. We are not allowed to move in until tomorrow evening. Right now we are here for recon, and we have enough."
"Tomorrow? He will be gone by then."
"He does not now we are here, so that is unlikely."
"We can just move in. Go in 'guns blazing,' per say. To bad I can't use my real gun, and instead this damn electric gun, and darts. Anyway, we are good. We'll have it wrapped up before morning, for sure."
"Negative."
"Stupid rule," she responded frustrated.
"Come, lets go look around the building before heading out."
"You mean we are leaving him unguarded?" sounding incredulous.
"Waxel will be here soon."
"Oh. Okay. Good."
Jason saw them move toward the building looking in the oddest places for who knows what. He was concerned about what they had said. He wanted to go back in his body, and try to do all the things he need to take care of. From the looks of it he was going to require all night, and who knew whom this people were. He would like to ask Miranda, but Misty was still there.
After a few minutes he notice another figure walking around the parking lot. This one only glanced at the vehicle as he made his way toward the building. He knew this was Waxel. Everything about him was shady, and secretive. Jason tried getting a little closer, but moved away immediately when he realized that it was as if this Waxel character could feel him.
The two other agents went toward him whispering rapidly. After the information was exchanged they left, and Waxel went to lean against one of the trees, and waited.
Figuring that was his cue, Jason went back to his body, and almost forgot all as he saw himself cuddled against Misty. It was obvious to him how happy were both of them to be sharing blissful sleep. Then Jason remembered the conversation the two agents had had, and slammed into his body.
Jason awoke in a start, but when he realized where he was he stroke Misty's arm to get her back to the steady sleep she had been experiencing before his upstart. Then getting out of bed, took the book, and went to the living room, leaving all in darkness.
He sat on his couch, but was unsure what to make of all of it, and he really needed guidance. He remembered the bright light from when he called Miranda last, and thought that would be a bad idea to have again, and quite noticeable in the middle of the night.
He opened his computer and logged in to his bank account, now it being at over seven figures. He was prepared, but it still surprised him. For as long as he could remember he had never had more than a couple of thousand in his account. 'Wont the bank find this odd, and inform the proper authorities. Did they already do so?' He was becoming anxious, and seeing those agents outside was unnerving. Mind you he was sleeping, but he knew they had been there. There was no doubt. He looked out the window, and could see the red of a cherry as Waxel smoked a cigarette.
He logged in to his email account noticing an email from an investment firm. Technology. The person writing was the CEO, and it was signed Mr. Whitehead. Apparently he had a meeting tomorrow at 1 pm with him. Okay. He wrote the address down, and then checked his sent folder, surprised at email conversations taking place regarding investments, and real estate. He, however, had no such conversation. Or, not that he was aware of. Looking more carefully, he noticed an email that had gone out inquiring about real estate property.
"Shit, I should have read the book quietly from the beginning!" He went to the bathroom with his book, and closed the door behind him. It was the only room without a window, and holding the book said, "Mistress Miranda, I need your help."
A flash of light went of again as it had the last time, and his eyes fell upon a beaming Miranda, now in a golden dress. "Oh, the bathroom. Are you interested in experience sexual pleasure in the bathroom, young one?"
"No Mistress..."
