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  Asking Cain for the password caused her to laugh when told it was Toni001. Entering the code, Toni liked Cain’s background image, it was a photo of herself wearing a swimming costume. Where did he get that from?She thought, I've not been swimming for over a year. Opening Cain’s call log, she noticed Cain had called her number seventy-eight times, in the last two weeks.

  Just for a laugh, she checked his messaging app, he had sent one hundred and thirty virtual and text messages. All Cain’s calls and messages went unanswered and unreplied. Bummer and he still came out when I called. Before Toni could say anything, Cain took hold of her left hand, kissing her fingers.

  "I know why you didn’t receive those messages and calls. Can you remember that man who tried pinching your bag a few weeks ago? Well, he was one man I killed in your apartment. He placed a phone duplicator chip in your bag. They imaged your phone and blocked all your messages. If you hadn’t got that friend of yours to send you a burner phone, you would be dead by now. I understand why you would think I didn’t care, but the truth is I care for you greatly." Cain whispered, with no heat, accusation or annoyed tone in his voice.

  "We both need to sleep, we can continue this conversation in the morning if you so wish. But go to sleep Toni, go to sleep knowing I care for you and these last few days have been hard for me as they have been hard on you." Cain said as Toni agreed, giving him a kiss on his cheek before she turned over with her back to him.

  Cain would speak more but at the soft sound of Toni sleeping he held his tongue. She looked bushed, not surprising, that was a lot of stress to handle. I hope my hands don’t go wandering or I have another flashback as he listened to the sounds of her gently breathing in the same bed. Turning on his side, so he faced her back, so he could without being caught staring, look at the outline of her. It wasn’t long before he joined her in a deep sleep.

  Chapter 6

  Dreamland

  She remembered they talked, for quite a while, interrupting each other with little kisses. It was as though she could lose herself in those eyes; they looked bottomless. After a kiss that left them both breathless, Cain said she could lead their lovemaking, and she did. It didn’t take Toni long to move beyond the enjoyable heavy petting, being provocative and sitting astride Cain, her nightie riding against her thighs yet covered her vagina.

  With great care Toni took her time in undoing each button on his shirt, between each button she darted forwards giving chaste kisses and pecks. She could feel his member growing, from the first stirrings to now, the straining against his trousers rubbing against her inner thigh then thong. Those first touches caused heat then desire to grow inside her as she moved backwards and forwards, pressing down. They laughed together as she struggled with the belt then zip as she removed his trousers, with him commenting that he wore boxers to bed.

  It was a warm night, the quilt, was superfluous crumpled hanging over the bottom of the bed. First his clothes then her nightie, thrown into the twilight lit bedroom. She had him remove her thong, with his teeth. The rush as his face brushed her thighs while his teeth grabbed and pulled on the thong was near torture. He pulled her thong down her legs by his teeth alone, the smell of her juices her arousal filled the bedroom. Both were now naked as he waited for her, she straddled his body, knees either side of his hips. With her right hand she touched his penis, feeling its size she then rubbed his head between her lips, coating it with her juices.

  With Cain's penis between her lips, she lowered herself, taking pleasure as his penis slid deep inside her, filling her. He’d let her take the lead, and she was enjoying the change. To her it made him strong, letting her dictate the outcome. Lifting herself up with the grace of a dancer, enjoying the movement, feeling his penis moving out back to nestle within her entrance. ‘Now,’ she said, as he thrust up filling her again. The pleasure from those thrusts, thrusts on her command was exquisite. Impaled, she moved slightly, rocking forward, bringing her clit into contact with his body, adding to her pleasure. She’d lost count of the number of times working together that she’d crested her peak. ‘Again,’ she gasped beginning the movements again... Now

  She could hear a soft beeping, getting louder, bringing her mind if not body awake. The body beneath her, the penis filling her, disappearing like a thin gossamer mist at the start of a hot day. The joy of feeling full, desired, loved, replaced with a full bladder, she pushed her body back into him enjoying feeling his early morning erection between her cheeks. Erm, Nice, very nice. Maybe it wasn’t all just a dream, she thought. The beeping and vibrating sound waking her.

  "It will stop in a minute or less, it’s been going for four minutes; it doesn't have a snooze option, well not from over here," Cain said. Toni would have turned and faced Cain but was enjoying the feel of his anatomy against hers, the way his arm encircled her. His right arm beneath her breasts, holding her, restraining her without pulling her back towards him.

  "I’m sorry, but I need to go pee," he said, then kissed her tender beneath her right ear. "I’ll use the bathroom downstairs, so you can have the privacy of the one on the landing,"he said, as he slipped away from her body. "Use some of my sister's clothes, the wardrobe is full, she wouldn't mind"he shouted to her.

  Hearing him start down the stairs Toni pulled back the quilt and realised the nightie had risen to just below her navel. Damn, he’s not the only one who needs to go pee, she thought and jumped out of bed, making for the bathroom to empty her bladder.

  First Breakfast

  Cain had a quick wash after having used the toilet, selecting his casual clothes he got dressed. It was only as he walked towards the kitchen did he realise his legs were still working. That’s odd, he thought, they only last a maximum of five hours before they lose functionality and grind to a halt. Maybe I put them on a charge before I fell asleep. Realising he could get the UI to show his leg status, he called up the interface.

  Surprised with what the interface showed on his UI, for the first time he noticed there was no information regarding the charge level of his legs. Cain asked Enoch where the information about the charge level for his legs. He replied telling him that he charged the legs to a ninety-nine point nine percent level of their full charge.

  "How can that be?" he spoke out loud.

  {The more you use the legs in stressful situations beyond normal walking, the more they will become part of you. You no longer need to charge them as they receive enough of a charge from your own body. If you took the legs off, they would lose their charge, but not as fast as before. The longer you leave the legs on they will assimilate faster and become a full part of your body.

  Just as John, your friendly technician designed them to be. Before you ask about the power boost X4. If you had normal legs, they for a normal person would be X0.75. You were like an athlete before you lost your legs, they would have been an X1. The largest boost would have been if you were a weight lifter then the boost would be an X1.2. Remember when you leapt off the roof when you saved Toni? Well, your legs were at X3 then, } Enoch replied, but Cain interrupted him thinking…

  So now that my legs are X4 I can what run faster? Leap further? Jump higher?

  {If you had just let me finish Cain. The power boost is not a simple increase in power. John designed and built your legs using a logarithmic power scale, meaning that the numbers on the scale measure factors of 1.1. So whatever your true leg strength was it got multiplied, that is why at X3 you could jump from the roof carrying Toni, fall thirty-five plus yards and land with no problems. Now your legs are stronger and faster someone designed them with only you in mind, to help you become what you will need to be.} Enoch finished.

  Cain felt stunned, he knew these legs were a prototype design, a new design, gifted to him by John. Cain raked his memories trying to remember how he’d received the legs in the beginning. Those who were there when the delivery to his office. Cain told the people on the ninth floor at work the legs were from an old colleague, a technician who worked for the government. W
hat Cain did not say who was his technician, his long time family friend, John.

  The legs came with a hand-written note, telling him only to use these legs, once he had his new NL+ fitted. An unmarked white hover-van delivered them, only three weeks ago. Just before he had his special Neural Link with Artificial Intelligence fitted, John also made and provided these.

  Just wait until I see John again, I mean he’s turned me into some fictional bionic man, into the real bionic man. What with robotic legs and an evolving AI core attached to my brain. Steve Austin, would stand no chance against me. But why me? I’m nothing special just an ordinary guy.

  Need music, he thought, something old, easy on the ear. Enoch, can you play a few tracks from Help! And Revolver. Enoch, accessed Cain’s Amazomart account, creating a play list from the albums that Cain requested. Everything selected, Enoch sent the play list to the sound system. Cain liked Enoch's choices, becoming lost in the music playing on the Amazonos sound system. He went about his tasks, opening cupboards and the fridge, he gathered several food types, not knowing what Toni liked.

  I hope she likes fresh ground coffee and homemade pastries, well, thawed out bought ones. The microwave pinged making a counterpoint to the closing bars of the track, Another Girl, just as Toni walked into the kitchen, drying her hair. Dressed in a lilac coloured blouse, a pair of light blue jeans, and wearing a pair of nondescript trainers. With a smile on her face, she said,

  "What are you implying with that track Cain?" Seeing his discomfort, she continued the verbal fun, "Is this a date, a shared breakfast, after our time together?" The next track Dizzy Miss Lizzy, started before he could reply. Toni lost it, she bent over holding herself as the words reverberated around the kitchen.

  Enoch, please reduce the sound level, groaning as he asked. Ignoring Toni the best he could as she recovered,

  "Would you like sugar and cream in your coffee? Help yourself to the pastries," snagging one, popping it into his mouth. Can’t speak if my mouth is full, he laughed at his own shyness.

  "I can cream my drink, thanks for the offer," she said. They sat around the breakfast bar, talking around the music as they ate their food.

  I need to know how Cain can be confident and professional in helping me last night, and timid and shy this morning, ran her thoughts as she sipped another creamy coffee. Letting the tastes of bitter coffee and the cream swirl across her tongue. Cain picked up the empty plates placing them into the sink. Together they cleared away the breakfast things, Toni took the last mini custard filled Danish.

  "Cain, did you know I’m the world’s greatest magician? I can make this pastry disappear without a trace." She waited for Cain to turn his head and look at her. "Look, magic," she said as she pushed it into her mouth. Then making sure Cain was still watching her, licked a few flakes from her fingers. Laughing at her antics, he slipped the last plate into the sink. Working and talking they soon had the plates washed and dried, Cain washed and Toni dried. When they finished only Cain's mother would have known they had consumed any food. While making a pot of tea for two, telling Toni where the biscuits were, before shooing her towards his study. Sitting opposite each other Cain picked up a pad and pen.

  The wall mounted monitor came on as Cain, had Enoch search the news channels for anything about Toni’s apartment. The monitor showed three pop-ups, showing information from the ECC and independent news channels. Enoch had hacked the police system and played the drone footage of the fire.

  "It looks like the police are letting the press run with a gas leak story. The press are saying there was an explosion with a huge fireball, followed by a ferocious fire. It killed nine men, who were in your apartment, or in the one above," Cain said.

  "They sent six men to make sure they finished me off," she asked.

  "No," he replied. "According to the police file Enoch found, they found the two bodies opposite your flat, they included those in the death count."

  "He sent four then, that doesn’t make it any less bad. You killed them all, nine men in total. Here we are sitting drinking tea, dunking ginger nuts, yet you are showing no emotion. You aren't bowed by the pressure of killing those men. Look at you it is though last night at my apartment never happened for you. I’m sat here, and I’m on the verge of shaking and crying," she added.

  "What are you Cain, that you can come to rescue me by storming my building, save my life and in the process casually kill nine people? Then this morning you are shy and don't even flirt with me. Help me out here, please," she finished.

  Warrior of Death

  Can I trust her, he thought, I like her very much, more than like possibly love. But can I trust her, she has her own secrets, a whole load of excess baggage, baggage I know nothing about? While he thought Enoch added another point of view.

  {You total idiot, trust what baloney, excess baggage, you’re the one to talk. Listen, Cain, you fancy her, you went charging off like a knight on a white stallion. Fighting off the minions of a wicked lord. You can trust her, you Idiot.}No sooner had she asked he replied.

  "It’s a long story, but I’ll make it as short as I can. I joined or should I say co-opted into the military when I was twenty. While I’d been studying Nano-engineering at Bristol Uni, I was in the uni cadet force. I showed promise in two summer exercises.

  At the start of my third year, I had a visit from three men, all in dark suits. Who all worked for a branch of the government. After I listened to them and agreed to join them, they reimbursed my course fees and settled my student loans. They even ensured I had no financial worries as I completed my doctorate two years early.

  The doctorate was in Nano-engineering, using Nanobots to rebuild and enhance neural connectivity. The blueprint for repairing nerve damage using Nano-engineering, giving people hope where there was none. I handed my thesis into my supervisor on a Friday afternoon after I became the government’s property.

  On the following Monday I started six months of basic training, getting lean and fit, learning the basic military ropes. Then and only after all that basic training, did I get moved on to join the special forces. After the squad they attached me to and my third mission, someone asked me to leave and receive more training. That’s when they trained me as a special operative.

  What went before was nothing compared to all the new training, crammed into a year. They taught me skills such as learning to hide in plain sight, gathering intel using a variety of methods and how to eliminate targets, either in silence or making lots of noise. Once trained they sent me on missions, often working alone or as part of a quartet.

  The first few people I killed, almost broke me, they were up close and personnel. They tasked me in taking out a French drug lord in Marseilles and the two leaders of slave trafficking ring, again in Marseilles. I knew my job, some people said I was a natural. Near the end of my service, I joined with a group of similar SOF members. It was here that I became a dark operative.

  The group they attached me to were superb at what they did. I lost count of the number of mission I undertook as a single operative or as part of a quartet. My final mission with them was hard. We had several points to hit together spread over a wide area, timing was critical. Someone in the government told us to do a mission, the team, and I weren't happy about, we had to work with three other quartets.

  As the lead in my quartet, I argued with some civil servant, we could manage everything without the help. They overruled me. There was a rumour around the units base that there was a rouge quartet, too many missions were failing. The mission was to take out a large group of Russian mobsters, they named themselves The Bratva, based near Doullens, in an old citadel complex. It was there in that mission where friendly fire hit me, the rest of my team died in the same operation. I lost my legs and should have died too.

  One woman whom I rescued, was in the room next to the two I killed. She was a doctor they kidnapped earlier in the month. Somehow, she applied additional tourniquets to my thighs, with the help of a few more of the free
d women, together they carried me to the medical centre in the citadel.

  The Bratva had taken their own care serious, hence the kidnapped doctor. She worked a miracle in saving my life. She performed a lifesaving operation. Someone left me for dead, thinking the explosion would kill me, the only quartet to survive. When I came around from the operation, the doctor told me what happened. I used a micro transmitter, phoned John. Within two hours one of my old squads arrived at the citadel, they picked me up along with the doctor. The official records show I died in a failed operation, I disappeared.

  You know I have mentioned my friend, John, he works in the corridors of power. He found me the job at Square Projekt Quality Red. All I am now is a ruined body, a piece of flesh held up by robotic legs, I'm nothing but junk." His shortened tale ended as he drew a deep breath in and waited for questions. Cain didn't have to wait as Toni spoke as soon as he finished.

  "So, you are telling me a piece of junk, could climb a rope up the side of a large building in silence. Scope out the roof discover two operatives on another roof across a wide road, looking at my apartment. Listen in to their conversation, make a snap decision and use your AI, Enoch to kill them in silence. Enter the apartment complex, dropping in from the skylight, without making a noise. Entering my apartment and calmly taking out three hitmen wanting to kill me.

  Making sure I'm OK, before cleaning the evidence away, so I’m not worried. So the same said piece of junk, jumps from the top of a bloody huge building, carrying little old me, in a bridal carry no less. On the journey he reluctantly makes out with me in the back of a vehicle until he gets me to his home. In his house the same said junk, sleeps with me to keep me safe. Safe from the dark.