Andrea sat down in his lap, her tail moving up to press to the side of his shoulder and neck.
“You’re not paying attention to me,” she growled under her breath.
Felix’s head snapped to her, his eyes catching yellow flickering irises.
Never seen that one before.
“With the return of our Death Others, we’ve realized a few things when we went over our memories. You keep me at a distance. You smell of desire and longing, yet do not touch. You watch me, roll your eyes over me.
“You even watch me at night sometimes.”
Felix’s eyebrows went up slowly, till it felt like they were in his damn hairline.
She wasn’t wrong, of course. He was only human, and he hadn’t gotten laid since before this whole thing had started.
Saying he had blue balls would have been an understatement.
Honesty would do the best for him here.
“What can I say? You’re right. It would be wrong, as you’re a slave and I’m your master.”
Andrea chortled and her eyes flashed again. Reaching up, she poked him in the forehead. “I’m not as smart as the others, but I know this. I will mate as I will mate, when I mate. No one will tell me otherwise.
“You are the alpha. I can accept sharing you with others, but I cannot accept you saying no.”
Andrea patted him on the chest and then got up off his lap. “I’m going to call all my Others in tonight. I’ll let Miu and Ioana know about the gap.”
Leaving his office by going into his attached bedroom, she disappeared without another word.
“Okay then… I’ll just… finish up here and go to bed. I guess.” Felix scratched at his cheek. There was a certain amount of excitement in his head. And his other head.
He was only human, after all.
At that moment, his phone went off.
Clicking his teeth shut, he looked at the display.
The fact that the name came up at all on the display was simple pride on their part.
“Agent Smith,” Felix muttered.
Hitting the accept button, Felix pulled the phone up to his ear.
“Agent Smith,” Felix said again, now for the benefit of his caller.
“Mr. Campbell, I’m so glad to have gotten a hold of you.”
“I don’t remember giving you this number.”
“You didn’t, but that’s okay. I heard you had some guests earlier today.”
Felix felt the hairs on his neck stand up on end. Was Smith involved in this?
“We did. They were escorted off the premises.”
“Glad to hear it, glad to hear it. Unrelated, there was a real problem with the emergency circuits today. Apparently, a huge number of emergency calls and emails didn’t get through today.”
“Uh-huh, I imagine. A real shame. I hope no one had a problem with the lack of emergency services.”
“No, no. The problem was a very small area, apparently. About a street long.”
“I see. So, other than local news, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Oh, nothing really. Just wondering if you’d thought on my offer.”
“Not really. I’ll be honest with you, I haven’t thought of you since you left.”
“For shame. Well, I’ll be by next week to see how things are going. Check on your slaves. Collect. You know, government job and all.”
“Goodie.”
“With that settled, I’ll see you then. Good evening.”
The click of the agent hanging up was all Felix heard.
Setting his phone down, Felix contemplated the situation.
Then his door opened, and Others began marching by.
They were all dressed in street clothes, most of them wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with very little diversity.
Each and every one of them made eye contact with him as they went by, though. Their cheeks turning a pale red and their eyes flashing yellow at the center as he met their eyes.
They all filed into his bedroom, a never-ending train of them.
The last Andrea entered the office, turned, closed the door, locked it, and then entered the bedroom. Watching her go, he waited for her to vanish from sight, and then he opened an email to Lily.
He filled her in on everything that had just happened with Agent Smith, and his questions and concerns, then sent it.
If anyone could figure out what was going on, it’d be Lily.
Getting up, he wandered over to his bedroom as casually as he could make himself be.
The door was already open and inside was a trio of Andreas, waiting for him.
This’ll be fun.
I think.
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
Felix spent most of that time either making gold, or putting his people back to rights.
They’d only lost a few people in that final push.
Missing limbs, blinded, mental problems, everything was swept away under an onslaught of spent points.
He was also well aware of what that did for his reputation. Everyone began treating him as something much greater than a mere employer.
They all treated him like he was their personal superhero. That nothing was too great for Felix. That if for whatever reason something failed, Felix would be there to fix it.
Personally, Felix ignored it. He had other things to worry about.
Like the fact that their assets had been frozen and they couldn’t access anything electronically that was directly tied into Legion.
That was a pretty big worry right now. They’d only been tied up for two days, but it was already enough to be a problem.
Lily had her entire team jumping through hoops to get it all figured out and sorted, but for the most part it seemed as if it was a government hold.
Which really only left Agent Smith.
No one else knew them or had even tried to put any pressure on them from a government position.
“Now I don’t feel so bad about sending Wraith after them,” Felix said, leaning back in the chair in front of his personal computer.
Wraith, the incorporeal shadow hero they’d captured, had signed on as an indentured servant. It was that or get his, her, whatever, soul ripped out and stuffed into the sausage machine.
Since Wraith had never revealed their form, Felix wasn’t even sure how to address them. Not that he cared how to address them. They were Wraith. That was all that mattered at the moment.
And at that moment, they were infiltrating Agent Smith’s organization and doing a bit of intel gathering.
The speedy guy and Tanker had both declined his generous offer. For some reason, they had seemed to think he wasn’t going to go through with killing them.
Felix wasn’t your average cliché villain, though. He did what he said he would do.
Tanker had been turned into many, many sausages. Most of the enemy captured prisoners had been in fact dumped into the machine after having their soul stripped, just like Tanker.
After they’d all been thoroughly interrogated, of course. Any who were willing to sign a contract were given a chance and were being put through their paces.
“Why would you?” asked Victoria. She rarely left his side now. After Miu had attached Victoria to him, Miu had taken a back seat and was working with her team more frequently.
“Dunno. Seems rude to do that to someone who up to this point has genuinely only been annoying rather than a problem.” Felix interlaced his fingers behind his head. “Whatever. Wraith will figure out what they can and report back. I think Lily said she was expecting something today or tomorrow.”
“She did!” Andrea chirped happily at his side. She tapped at her tablet and then nodded her head. “She has another meeting tomorrow with you.”
Victoria took a number of steps to one side, and then paced back the other way. Her sword clicked as she turned and started back the other way.
“Stop pacing.”
“Sorry. I’m not used to this yet. I was just on a security team a bit ago, and now I’m protecting you.”
“It’s been a week already.”
“And? Still not used to it.”