0 comments/ 5811 views/ 2 favorites Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 00 By: JoeBarnosky Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 01 Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 01 She let the question slip from her mind and slips through the park. Roger placed the envelope behind the John Rawlins statue, which is easy enough for her to find. Not wasting any time, she tears the envelope open. Inside is a lone piece of paper. On it is the name Skye Lounge. The Skye Lounge is a nice little bar just a few blocks north. Spencer had taken her there a few times. She doesn't know what awaits her there, but she has a job to do. Without a contact in CATU, Sam is unsure the extent of the FBI's search. So she decides to go on foot. The trip there takes her almost twenty minutes. The bar is packed, which is a relief. The more people, the less likely she would be spotted by anyone looking for her. Sam walks into the bar and maneuvers her way to the darkest corner she can find and takes a seat with her back to the wall. After two minutes the waitress comes by. "Can I get you something hun?" "Not right now, thank you," Sam replies, even though she'd like to have something after the trip there. "Okay, just wave me down when you need something," the waitress says before heading to the next table. Sam sat there studying the crowd, looking for anyone that didn't fit there. After fifteen minutes, no one stood out and she is about to do a walkthrough when a shadow falls over her. "Good evening Sam," the man says. He stands nearly six feet tall with short cropped hair. His skin is a light brown, very subtle and attractive for a black man. He is wearing jeans and a t-shirt but has a military atmosphere about him. "Do I know you?" Sam asks. She is on guard now as she stands up, ready for a fight if need be. "My name is Major Duncan Graves and no we've never met. I'm here to help you, so if you'd like to sit, I can explain what's going on," he says, gesturing to the seat. She takes her seat, keeping her eyes on Graves as he takes his. "So who do you work for?" Sam asks, her voice stern. "Army Intelligence." "There's an oxymoron," she says with a smirk. "I happen to take my job seriously," he says smiling back at her. "Sorry, I've never met anyone from Intelligence that..." "Hey, it's no problem. I'm here because you need our help as much as we need yours." "Besides the obvious, you know," she shrugs and gestures at him, "being Intel, why me?" "Because of higher powers, favors were called and we really didn't need your help at the time, but it does present us with needing it now," he explains. "Okay, I'm confused. The FBI has my agency under arrest, I came here because of a piece of paper in an envelope and now here I am being visited by Army Intelligence. What the fuck is going on?" "Sam, the members of CATU are being arrested and if the investigation turns up anything, they will be charges with anything from treason and espionage to murder and whatever else they can find. "Technically you are a fugitive at the moment and being an agent for the government, I'd have to arrest you. But like higher powers, we believe you and the rest of CATU are innocent." Sam slams her hand on the table and unintentionally draws a few looks in the process. "Who are these higher powers and why is this investigation happening and why the hell are we beating around the bush here!" Sam practically yells. "Classified on the first, the second we have no control over. Senator Rustlin cause so much fuss that the Senate had no other choice but to allow the investigation, which coincidently no one has control over. "Now on to why I'm here. We will get you transported into South Africa to bring Special Agent Reeds out and in return provide us with Intel we need, but cannot get." "What? How do you know about Spence?" "Like I said, I take my job seriously. Now, we will provide you with the information you will need to get both tasks done. After that we deny ever helping you or knowing about any involvement between us and you or you and the Coalition." Graves sits back, relaxed without a showing a hint to anything he may have been thinking. "I guess I have no other choice. When do we start?" Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 02 Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 02 "Yes, it concerns me too," McKinsey says with a troubled voice. "It's preposterous that this has been allowed to happen!" Petroff bursts out. "Unfortunately my hands are tied in the matter, Andy," McKinsey replies ignoring the outburst. He understood both men's feelings in the matter. It was an issue that kept him up at night since talk began with performing an investigation. "Isn't there something we can do?" Rylings asks. "As you know, I've been asked not to interfere. I called in what favors I could, but I'm sure after last night, my actions are being watched." "But that doesn't stop us," Petroff says almost in a whisper. "I can't ask you to do anything," McKinsey warns. "No sir you can but you won't. Besides what you are not aware of, you cannot be a part of," Rylings suggests. "I guess we are through with this meeting then gentlemen," McKinsey says with a grin. —— Marsha Golding, current Attorney General, is leaving her office slightly before four in the afternoon. It has been a stressful day, but she made it through it and will just be happy to get home and relax. She thought about calling her driver to take her home but decided if she drove it would more therapeutic. Besides if she got a craving for some ice cream later, she'd have to wait for her driver. It was better just to cut out the middle man. —— Golding doesn't live far from her office, so the drive does end up being a bit relaxing. She decides to stop off at the store for a gallon of ice cream instead of waiting and putting off the inevitable. She arrives at her home shortly after the sun has set. "Thank God it's still light outside," she says to herself as she pulls into the drive. Her house is in the quiet subdivision of Rockville, a place rich in history. Fumbling with her keys, they finally slip into the door. She slips inside, locking the door behind her and almost immediately has the feeling of dread settle over her. "Who's here?" she asks out loud. She tries hard to keep the fear from her voice. "Is it you Robert?" she calls out once more. Her heart begins beating hard within her chest. She dreads it being Robert. Why can't he just leave me alone? The answer comes in a swift thrust. Golding drops her ice cream and let out a soft whimper. Looking down she sees the tip of a sword sticking out of her stomach. She tries to speak but only unintelligible words come out. The fear and shock grip her so tightly; her words are unable to form in her mouth. The assassin Tsyr Ker moves in closer to whisper into Golding's ear. "Yours is a sweet death." The sword comes free from Golding's body and she crumples to the floor. It is a Friday and with no family living near, it will be a long weekend before anyone will find her. Such pleasure. Tsyr Ker smiles at the thought. Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 03 The Indian Ocean, 27°25'26.14" S 71°27'17.34" E ETA in four minutes, ma'am!" Captain Dimmek shouts over the roar of the engine. Sam nods her head in acknowledgement. She is a little nervous at having to parachute out of the plane and potentially into the ocean. She was given the basics on how to parachute, given there wasn't much time to learn much more than a crash course offered. Sam had parachuted once when she was a child. Her father had jumped from an airplane once in his life and decided it was an experience that everyone should do at least one time. So he took Sam parachuting. She couldn't remember much, except the feeling she had. It was a feeling of both fear and excitement. Afterward, she decided it was fun but vowed never to do it again unless it was necessary. Never did she think the necessary part would ever come up. Sam knows a difficult task lay ahead of her and is a bit daunted by it. Here she is a lone agent against two entire armies. And without knowing what condition Spencer was in, how she was going to pull off a rescue. Her resolve is strengthened at the thought of Spencer. She loves him and misses him so dearly and is prepared to go to the ends of the earth for him. She knows he'd do the same for her. Her only regret is waiting this long to do something about it. Damn the bureaucracy of it all. I should have gone AWOL and went after him a long time ago. It was always should have. A conflict she struggles with everyday for the last two months. Two long months of what she considered hell. "Ma'am?" Captain Dimmek asks again. Sam comes out of her reverie, blinking as if just realizing where she was. "Yes Captain?" "You have," Dimmek looks at his watch, "twenty seconds ma'am." "I'm ready Captain," she says. Standing up, she makes her way to the back of the plane. Captain Dimmek presses a button and the cargo door begins opening. The wind whips at Sam, the cold stinging at her skin. Thank God I put my hair up. Sam watches the lights above her head turn from red to yellow. She takes a calming breath. When the light turns green, she releases the breath and without hesitation, leaps. She plummets, the wind howling in her ears. The ice cold air prickles at her face. But none of this bothers her as she lets the fear subside and her training take over. She releases her grip on all her worries and expectations. It was time to let her training and experience take over. She falls in what seems like forever. Once she clears the cloud cover, the Gidra comes into view. At the site of the ship, she pulls the cord, releasing the chute. The yank of the chute catches the air and is enough to make it feel like her stomach dropped to her feet. Sam descends at just enough speed to match that of the ship. There is one guard on the top deck and she knows if he spots her, this mission will be over before it begins. Sam angles her chute, lining up for a direct line with the guard. The guard lights a cigarette and has just taken a long drag, when Sam releases the chute to land right on top of him. With the guard out cold, Sam turns to see the chute disappear into the night. So far, so good. —— Mike Grines sat in a rundown black van on the corner of the street that Senator Rustlin's house is located on, the late night breeze feeling cool on his face. He looks at his watch in anticipation. Any minute now. As soon as the thought forms, the senator is walking out his front door. He doesn't know how Roger pulled it off, but it happened. The envelope that was left untouched contained everything he needed to perform his own little investigation. Everything from money to several passports, should the need to leave the country arise. What amazes him the most though is instructions to wait here at this time. At first he didn't believe the senator would be leaving at this time of night, but here he was. Senator Rustlin rushes to his car, moving with a sense of urgency. As the senator speeds off, he begins to exit the van when the passenger door opens. Grines is caught off guard for a moment, his instincts scream danger. Before he can react, a voice catches his attention. "Relax Grines and close the door." He doesn't recognize it, but quickly turns to match the voice to a face. He doesn't recognize the man either, but he has the feeling he isn't in any danger. He closes the door as the man begins to speak. "Major Duncan Graves, Army Intelligence." "You're not here by mere coincidence," Grines says with a frown. He isn't sure why Army Intel is here and with technically being an outlaw, he doesn't like it. "Relax, I'm not here to arrest you or anything," Graves says, noting Grines' uneasiness. "I'm actually here to assist you." Grines is now bewildered. He was unprepared to see any representative from the government here, especially one saying he was here to help. "How can I trust you?" he asks, thinking that was the best question to ask first. "Roger called in a favor, that's why the senator is in such a hurry to leave. He just received a phone call about his office being broke into. You don't have much time." Graves pulls out an ear piece and hands it to Grines. "I'll be in contact with you. We need you to collect data off his computer while you're in there. Use this Flash Drive, when it has completed its task, push this button and the device will do the rest." Without wasting any more time, Grines jumps out of the van and races to the house. —— Sam slowly makes her way to the first deck. The boat doesn't seem heavily guarded, but the fact it is patrolled meant the Russians were being cautious. She has a few hours before the boat docks, but she doesn't want to waste time searching for information. She determines it is time to ask someone. The deck is mostly dark except for the places lit up by the moonlight. Hiding by a dinghy, she waits and watches the movements of a couple guards. The opportunity to strike comes in a matter of minutes. As one of the guards walks toward the stern, the other stops to gaze out at the open sea, lighting a cigarette. Quickly and silently, she runs up and grabs the guard in a choke hold. The guard lets out a startled gasp before she squeezes, crushing the man's windpipe. She drops the man just in time to turn and catch the other guard. Sliding her knife from its sheath, she presses the cold Mythril blade against the guard's throat, forcing him to back into the wall. "Poniztye oruzhiye," she says forcefully. "Drop the gun." The guard does as he is instructed. Fear takes hold of him. He stays silent only because his fright prevents him from speaking. Urine begins to run down his leg and form a puddle on the deck. Sam shakes her head in disbelief. "Skachitye mne, ged kompyuter sudna," Sam says more forcefully than the last time. "Tell me where the ship's computers are." The guard stammers and prompts Sam to push the blade deeper into his throat, causing it to cut into the skin. "Tretya paluba, Komnata Dva Dva Odin," the man says after gathering up his courage to speak. "Third deck, Room Two Two One." "Dvizhenie" she says, motioning with the knife. "Move" She guides the man to the railing. She feels a tinge of empathy for the young man, but can't leave a chance for him to sound the alarm. Raising the knife, she strikes him in the back of the head. The man falls overboard into the water. The splash covered by the sound of the boat's engines. —— Grines uses a bathroom window to enter the house. Senator Rustlin isn't married, so there isn't a reason to worry about noise. One of the items that was in the envelope provided by Roger was a map of the senator's house. The first stop is the home office. Following the map, the office is located directly across the hall from the bathroom he just broke into. A large locked door blocked the way into the office. Normally, if the situation called for no noise or the owners never having an inclination of an intruder, he would use stealth and pick to lock. In this situation though, he doesn't care one way or the other. The Flash Card he carries, he figures would do irreversible damage to the senator's computer, so he figures it would be useless to go through the secret process. Getting his footing planted, he kicks the door with all the force he can gather. The door splinters, but doesn't move much. What the hell is this door made of? It takes him three more solid kicks before the door breaks apart, flying on its hinges. "What's going on in there Grines?" Graves asks over the ear piece, he'd given him. "Just a battle with the door," he replies. "You can't pick a lock?" "It's a little late now. How much time do I got?" "The senator is just now arriving at his office. You have twenty minutes max." "Plenty of time." Grines races over to the computer. Pushing the monitor button, the screen pops up, the computer already running and ready. He doesn't know exactly what the device Graves gave him would do, but he is sure if he uses it now, he wouldn't retrieve any information for himself. Instead he pulls out a Flash Card of his own. Like everything else, Roger had him prepared for the task of finding information. The Flash Card he uses would seek out the information he needed, without any having to perform any work himself. He slips the card into the port and the program on the card goes to work. Within moments, a green light pops on the card. He pulls it out and inserts the other card. As the card goes to work a noise comes from another part of the house. "Graves. I've got a noise in the house, got any eyes on it?" he asks, his attention focused at the entrance to the office. "I've got nothing. Get the job done and get out," Graves says sternly. Footsteps begin to fall in the hall, which leads him to believe the person in the house entered through the back door in the kitchen. As Grines begins moving toward the doorway, a sizzling noise erupts from behind him. He turns to see smoke rising from the port where the Flash Card used to be. The monitor was is longer working and the computer is eerily silent. Damn, that's one bad ass device. He turns back just in time to see a man standing in front of him. "Who the hell are you?" the man roars. Grines doesn't waste any time. With a quick movement, he grabs the man, yanking him forward and slams his head into the door frame. The force exerted from the blow is enough to knock the man unconscious. He lets the man fall to the floor as relief courses through him. The fact that the man doesn't have gun is a relief beyond his being caught off guard. "The task is complete," he whispers over the hidden microphone. There is no response. "Graves, do you copy," he says louder this time. Still no response. "God damn it," he curses softly to himself. Suddenly headlights flash through the house's window. Grines can hear the screech of a car as it comes to a halt in the drive way. Twenty minutes my ass. Grines races to the window he entered the house through. As the front door opens with Senator Rustlin walking in cursing to himself, he was diving out the bathroom window into the cool night. —— Sam finds her way to the ship's computer room without incident. The room is lit by the monitors of the computers that fill the room. There are several work stations available to her as she enters the room. Moving to the closest, she slips the Flash Card into the computer port. While the program on the card goes to work, Sam sits in front of the next computer and begins looking for information on Spencer. Two minutes later, the Flash Card sends its information to the satellite uplink before disintegrating in a flash of light. Sam isn't able to find anything on Spencer before the virus the Flash Card uploads into the computer system shutting everything down. She moves toward the door, ready to make her escape from the ship. Before she can reach the door to the room, it flies open. Soldiers begin filing into the room. She turns to head out the only other door, when that one flies open as well. Sam and the soldiers are shocked to see a woman standing in the doorway. "Stryelya! Stryelya ikh oboikh!" the commander yells, pointing at both women. "Shoot! Shoot them both!" "Get down," the woman says calmly. She produces a small remote and smiles. Sam does as she is told and dives toward the woman's feet, covering her head. The woman presses a button. The soldiers are instantly caught in the subsequent explosion. Body parts fly in all directions, hitting the walls and computers. Sam gets to her knees and looks around at the damage. Half the room is in flames and the woman remains standing, not a scratch or piece of ruffled clothing. "Who are you?" she asks the woman, looking her over for some sign of the explosion affecting her. "We don't have time for that now. If you want to live and help your lover, you'll come with me." Footfalls and shouts reverberate through the passageways. Sam looks over her shoulder. "Guess I don't have a choice." She follows the woman through the passageways to the top deck. "How do we plan to escape?" she asks the woman when they reached the railing. "We jump." Sam expects the answer and since it is pretty much her escape route, she is prepared. She pulls off her pack to inspect it, but finds it is shredded from the debris caused by the explosion. "Don't worry. I have a boat waiting for my signal," the woman says, answering the unasked question. They jump over the rail and into the water. Soldiers begin filing onto the deck, commands being issued to find the intruders. "Better get that signal going before they decide to look over the side." "Got it covered," the woman says, producing a remote similar to the one she used before. With a push of the button, the ship erupts into a floating husk. —— So tell me what Talilith has planned," Natalya says as she walks out of the bathroom, covered with just a robe. Sergey rolls over from his stomach to face her. "Apparently she plans to rescue Maltaus' prisoner," he says smiling. "By herself?" Natalya says. A shocked look shadowing her face. "No. She doesn't care enough for their cause to do it by herself. She plans to help his lover." "The seeds are planted, but we need to put this fully in our control." She drops the robe before moving onto the bed. She stroked Sergey's face and then pulls him in for a kiss. "You accepted everything you were supposed to tell her?" "Everything. It was flawless, easier than I expected." "Good," she purrs. "She believes by sleeping you, she is extracting information from you. When they come to rescue him, Talilith will be in for a surprise." "I will be glad to dispose of Agent Roberts," he says with a grin. "No. I will need you on another task, but first..." She lets the sentence hang. The robe drops to the floor and she crawls on top of Sergey, biting him playfully. She sighs and wriggles up and down his form in lurid invitation. Sergey's strong arms are already stroking her from the shoulder down to her round hips. He removes the sheet covering him and Natalya gasps when she feels the heat and hardness of his cock pressing between my cheeks. He nuzzles the back of her neck, nibbling gently, causing goose bumps to surface all over her naked body. Natalya turns her head slightly so they can kiss and then his hands eagerly claim her damp pussy. Helplessly, she moans as he teases my clit and then toys with her tight ass. He easily flips Natalya to her stomach and then crouches over her, his hardened cock sliding lengthwise between her aroused ass cheeks. Natalya is amazingly wet and she squirms as his talented hands find her nipples and sharply squeeze. "Now, please, now," she begs him shamelessly as his hips grind against her willing body. He lifts Natalya to her hands and knees. She moans when he parts her legs and effortlessly slides his cock into her drenched pussy from behind. "Yes, oh yes," she breathes. His hands are on her hips as he roughly strokes and she reaches down between her thighs to find her clit. She squeals when Sergey inserts a finger into her surprised ass. She moans as he keeps his finger sliding in and out with his hard cock thrusts. He bites her neck and whispers into her ear. "You're my little bitch," he murmurs. "Only little bitches give up their asses so easily." Sergey replaces one finger with two as he continues to tease her body and arouse her with his words. "Tell me how bad you want it my little bitch." Whimpering in anticipation, she manages to stammer, "Please, oh please." He chuckles as he pulls out of her pussy then and fits the head of his cock against her asshole. Natalya keeps still as he slowly and relentlessly pushes all of his thickness into her. She shudders with excitement as she feels her ass stretch wide and completely filled. He caresses her shoulders, her waist and her nipples without moving, giving her body time to adjust. And then without warning he pulls out of her clenching ass. Before allowing her time to process he roughly slides back inside and Natalya yelps as he begins to fuck her with increasing force. She is furiously squeezes her clit and can't help but orgasm as he pounds into her again and again. Natalya shouts as she climaxes. She tightly clutches her shaking body. Sergey gives a few more powerful thrusts and quickly follows, grabbing her hips hard, forcing his cock as far as he can into her ass. His last few strokes are well lubricated with copious amounts of his deposited cum. They are covered with perspiration, both shuddering, both exhausted. He carefully pulls out of her tender ass and they collapse back onto the bed, breathing hard. —— Now are you ready to tell me who you are and what's going on?" Sam asks the mysterious woman. On the woman's word, the explosion of the ship is the signal to pick them up. Shortly after leaving area with the boat, Sam begins her questioning. The only response she has received is to wait and all her questions would be answered. "My name is Talilith Maykov," she pauses to let the name have its effect. "I am your aunt, your mother's sister. I know you're wondering why you were never told about me. Simply put, your father didn't know. Now the hard part, which you may not want to accept, is I'm a Djinn, a type of demon, the same as your mother." "My mother was no demon!" Sam yells, standing up and throwing her hands into the air. "Please have a seat," Talilith says calmly. "I won't accept this! Your kind are responsible for all that has happened. My friend Sara is dead because of you!" "Not because of me. I'm on your side Samantha, believe it or not." "Why should I believe you? You think saving me then feeding this bullshit will make me trust you?" "Whether you trust me or not, we can help each other." "Help each other?" Sam questions as she paces around the small living quarters of the boat. "You are trying to save Spencer, no?" "What do you know of Spence?" Sam asks, stopping hard and spinning to look at Talilith. "I know where he is at and how we can save him." "And what do you get out of helping me?" Sam asks almost sarcastically. "I get revenge for Dasha's death and help hinder Winter." Talilith sits looking at Sam with a smile, her posture confident. Sam stands staring her down, waiting for Talilith to budge. After two minutes Sam gives in. "Let's say I can trust you to help me, what makes me believe my mother was a demon?" "A Djinn." "Yeah, whatever. A demon is still a demon in my book," Sam spats and waves her hand through the air in dismissal. Sam is trying hard to be confrontational, hoping to Talilith would reveal any real intentions she has. Inside she is having her own struggle over these new revelations. Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 03 "Believe me Samantha, there is a difference between demons, just as there is one between humans. Now please have a seat," she motions for the bench across from herself, "it will be several hours before we reach our destination." "Fine," Sam pouts as she sits. She is relieved to sit and take off some of the weight from her shoulders, but outwardly she keeps her facade the same. "Thank you," replies Talilith. She is happy to see Sam finally sit down. Why do humans pace? It's so damn annoying, like lost ants only a foot away from the anthill. Talilith remains smiling the entire time, which makes Sam uneasy throughout the conversation. "So, since you claim my mother was a demon," she pauses putting a smirk on her face, "I'm sorry a Djinn, then what does that make me?" Talilith is prepared for this line of questioning and the outrage Sam will have, but she isn't prepared to endure the prolonged sarcasm and attitude Sam is putting on for show. It was time to play her game. She sighs then answers the question. "You are technically half Djinn, or as you would probably say half demon. You are considered to be a halfling or since you are female, a Marid." "And if I was male?" Sam asks, a bit more curious than she wanted to be. "You would be a Ghoul." "Isn't that some kind of zombie?" This promotes a laugh from Talilith. "You humans never cease to amaze me. Demons are so integrated with you humans, you don't even realize it. There's a whole other world, which most of you don't know exist." "So if this other world exists, why do you want to fight Winter, especially if they are your own kind?" Sam questions. Talilith lets the comment slip by. Now is not the time to get angry over such an obvious difference of race. "Because like you humans, demons vie for power. Every demon is different from each other. There is a hierarchy and depending on what race of demon you are determines your power. But," she pauses letting the information sink in, "power can be gained other ways. There is always someone higher than you and for me it's Maltaus." "Yeah, I know that bastard well," Sam says with disgust, as if saying his name brought a bad taste to her mouth. "And if you don't except my help, it is a name you'll hear about more often than not." "What do you mean?" asks Sam. "The Council or Winter, is awaiting the release of Avyanna, a Demon Lord that has been imprisoned for over four millennia. When she is released, all demons will be united under a single leader." "How can we stop her release?" Sam asks. She is worried about what may happen. "We can't," Talilith says grimly. "But we can slow it from happening," Sam states. Good, right where I need you. On my side. "Exactly. I don't serve a master and I have no plans to do so. I therefore need your help to not only delay Avyanna's return, but more importantly, get revenge for your mother." "It seems we have a mutual destination and I don't have any other choice but to trust you." "No my dear, you don't." —— This is preposterous!" Senator David Rustlin screams over the phone. "Calm down Senator," FBI Director Todd Nichols says calmly. "Like I told you last night, I can't help you if you are going to be irate." "I'm not irate. My house was broke into, my computer is fried and your agents are making a mess of my house and going through my private belongings!" "Senator, my agents are only doing their job. You are the one that insisted we cover the crime scene and not the local police." "Yes, because it was a CATU agent that broke in and since the FBI is investigating them, it's only natural you investigate!" The senator is on the verge of throwing the phone and personally walking into Nichols' office and giving him a piece of his mind. As it was, Rustlin had to stay home and make sure the FBI didn't get into anything they weren't supposed to. "There isn't any evidence a CATU agent was invol—" "Then who the hell else could it have been?" Rustlin asks interrupting Nichols. "Look Senator, I appreciate your candor, but this is an investigation by the FBI and we will handle it. Just please step aside so my agents can do their job and we'll be out of your hair as soon as possible." "Fine Director, but I expect answers and quickly. Since I'm obviously in danger, I also expect some kind of protection," Rustlin demands. "I'll see what I can do Senator," he replies. The phone goes dead. Director Nichols sighs as he pushes a button on his intercom. "I need the files on all the missing CATU agents," he says. "Right away, sir." Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 04 Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 05 Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 05 "Never my lord. With all that you have to focus on, I wanted to ensure you exacted your revenge." She walks over to Maltaus and holds out her hand. "Come. Let's take our minds off these matters. We have eternity to rule over these humans after all. Maltaus takes her hand and changes back into his human form. Natalya looks over his naked form and slowly her clothes dissolve as she presses him against a pillar. She grabs his ass while sticking her tongue down his throat. They kiss for several minutes, while her hands roam across his ass to his thighs and across his stomach. In turn, he was running his hands along the crease of her ass and around her stomach and then across her chest, brushing her nipples as he went. A large flat rock surface erects from the floor and Natalya breaks away to sit on it. Maltaus follows to stand in front of her with his cock bouncing in front of her face. Natalya grasps the base of cock with one hand and lightly kisses his swollen head before wrapping her lips around it and swirling her tongue across the sensitive underside. Her other hand is pressing against the small of his back, pulling him in closer. Maltaus is groaning with pleasure and as she continues her tongue stroking of his cock. She begins to stroke the shaft slowly with her hand and already Maltaus can feel the pressure building. And so can Natalya. She merely sucks a little harder and increases the movement of her hand. She also removes her other hand from his back and cups his balls. Maltaus came, shooting his load into her mouth as she gulps it down, milking his cock for every drop. As the last vibrations of his orgasm subside, she releases him. He drops down next to her and Natalya is already on the move. She climbs on top of him, legs straddling his hips and she kisses him. Maltaus can taste himself on her lips and they spend several minutes kissing deeply. Rather than subsiding, his cock grows firm again. Natalya takes advantage of this and moves her hips down a bit to rub her pussy on his cock. She worked her pussy over the entire length of it without letting it penetrate. They tear their lips and tongues apart and he moves himself to meet her breasts, sliding his lips down her throat, to her shoulders and across her collarbones until he had his lips centered on her breastbone between her firm, engorged breasts. She moves slightly from side to side, trying to make contact between his mouth and her nipples. Maltaus slides my lips and tongue around the bottom of her breasts, licking the crease underneath them and then circles around to the top, fluttering his tongue and lips along her skin. He could feel her arch her back in an attempt to make firmer contact. Natalya is breathing heavily and he can almost hear her nipples hardening in anticipation as he moves his mouth to one nipple. His tongue shoots out and licks her hard nub briefly, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from her. He then locks his lips onto her breast and begins to manipulate her with his mouth. Meanwhile, he is massaging her other breast with one hand as the other slides down her tight stomach to find a home between her legs. He spreads her lips wide with his index and ring fingers and then slips his middle finger to inside her pussy. Natalya convulses in pleasure. He breaks his hold on her breasts and pulls his finger out of her. He slides down and positions his face underneath her dripping pussy. She lowers her pussy onto his face. Maltaus gently uses his fingers to pull her lips apart. He cranes my neck a bit to reach up and lick the delicate folds of her inner lips, circling around her hole and purposefully avoiding her clit. He sucks her lips, inner and outer, into his mouth, gently nibbling on them before pressing his face onto her clit then applying pressure. His hands are groping across her back and cupping her ass and she is squiggling around on top of him, trying to settle into firm contact with anything. He stretches the tip of his tongue out to touch her swollen clit. Natalya takes a deep breath and presses herself against him. He reaches up with both hands and grasps her breasts, finding the hardened nipples and giving them a solid pinch. At the same time he begins to move his tongue rapidly across her clit, providing more stimulation while she presses ever firmer against his face. Natalya came in a mighty wave. He could feel her body move from her shoulders to her knees as she cries out and grabs the back of his head with one hand. Her juices run from her pussy freely and drip around his tongue and out across his face. As her quivers of pleasure subside, he manages to remove his face from her pussy to flip her onto the slab of rock and onto her back. He leans over her and kisses her with her cum on his lips. She devours his kisses and even licks his face in an attempt to collect the evidence of her pleasure. Natalya throws her knees apart and he lowers himself onto her. She grabs his cock and guides it into her deliciously, wet pussy. Maltaus slides into her with ease, slowly pressing down until he is fully encased in her warmth and wetness. He pulls back until just the head of his cock is still inside of her then back in. She is starting to moan in the back of her throat and the volume increases as he grasps her breasts in his hands tightly for a moment before sliding her nipples between his thumb and forefinger of each hand to apply firm pressure. She lets out a yelp and grabs his ass with both hands, forcing him into the closest possible contact while she squirms under him in orgasmic pleasure. Natalya's orgasm settles then she slides his cock out of herself and squirms about to place her legs over his shoulders. She locks her ankles behind his neck and positions her wet pussy on the head of his cock. "Now fuck me," she coos. She reaches up and grabs her own breasts, massaging them strongly and pulling on her nipples. Maltaus begins to thrust in and out of her fast and furiously. His cock thrusts in while his balls occasionally slap her ass. They synchronize just right and he could feel the walls of her pussy roll around the head and shaft of his cock, creating a very delightful feel. Natalya stops suddenly and slides his cock out once again. She scoots out from underneath him and places her feet on the floor as she bends over the edge, presenting her ass and swollen pussy lips high into the air.. "Fuck me harder!" He does. Once again their bodies are slapping together and he places his hands on her hips while she grabs at the edges of the stone slab in pleasure. She reaches up and rubs her erect nipples for more stimulation. They fuck in this position for awhile, but then Maltaus changes it up and grabs her right leg, elevates it and turns her around to her side with his cock still pounding inside of her. They wind up facing each other with her leg thrown up in the air and him thrusting into her almost sideways. After a couple of minutes, he cranes his neck down and manages to grasp her nipple in his teeth. He applies pressure gently and all of a sudden she is cumming in a furious orgasm. He could feel the temperature of her pussy rise and the fluids are running out around his shaft. Her eyes roll up and she shakes and trembles in pleasure. As her orgasm passes, Maltaus rolls to the side and pulls her around with him. His is cock still firmly encased in her. At the completion of his roll, she is now on top of him, with her breasts hanging down and her pussy firmly lodged against his cock. Then Natalya places her hands on his chest and begins to fuck him. Her hands massage his chest while her hips are bouncing up and down and his cock is sliding in and out of her pussy. Maltaus places his right hand on her breast and his left seeks out her firm ass. He grasps each in his hands, savoring the firm flesh. Natalya rises to the tip of his cock to the point his head might pop out and then slams down until it is trapped entirely inside of her. Her breathing is growing heavy and her chest is flushed. She is close to cumming again and so was Maltaus He uses his left hand to press her firmly onto his cock and his right pulls on her nipple strongly enough to pull her close. They kiss once more and that is it. She comes and so does Maltaus. His cum shoots into her and she gushes juices on him. Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 05 "It's settled. When do we leave?" Spencer asks. Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 06 Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 07 Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 08 Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 08 "We have the Zodiac," Spencer offers. "It may take us some time to get to shore, but it's better than the alternative." The Zodiac G 380 was a quick inflatable boat. Using compressed air cylinder it could be inflated within minutes. Capable of carrying up to five people and up to 1,763 pounds, it was a perfect means of transportation for any mission involving the water. The Zodiac G 380 was even capable of using an outboard motor. Considering the team's current mission involving stealth, carrying an outboard motor wasn't listed in the needed supplies. "We clean up any evidence of us being here and set the stage to look like some kind of pirate attack," Sam states. "By the time the Chinese find the boat and investigate, we'll be long into China if not already headed home," Spencer adds. "I guess we don't have much of a choice," Julie says throwing the dirty towel onto the deck. "What I want to know is why we didn't sense their attack," Sam states. "I didn't think about it at the time with all the confusion, but the explanation is simple," Julie says with a smile. "A special ability succubi have is to create a storm that disrupts our Second Sight." "Second Sight?" Spencer and Sam ask simultaneously. Julie laughs heartily. "You have this incredible gift and you don't know what it's called?" "I wouldn't quite call it a gift. More like a curse," Spencer answers. "Call it what you will," Julie says dismissively. "It is what it is." "When this is over I want a crash course in all of what this gift encompasses." Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 09 Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 10 Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 11 Rising Tide: CATU Book 3 Ch. 12