Project Sable Rose, Wolfheart [online e reader TXT] 📗

firearms of any sort, but I think we’ll start with something light and small, with little kick.” He began, watching her warily. He was studying her, but she was too busy examining the guns. She had them in her hands, one at a time, cocking them, feeling their weight, loading and unloading them. She was slow because they seemed heavy to her. It still hurt to play the violin, let alone shoot a gun. But dismantling it, on the other hand…
I’ll have fun tonight…

Again, the thought caught her off guard. She forced herself to put the loaded guns on the bed.
“Why? Why did you do that?” She asked him, furry rising in her. “Did you make it so I would enjoy killing people too?”
“No. Why don’t we stick to what’s going on now, instead of in the future?”
She listened, her heart aching and thrilled at the same time. She didn’t know what to do with herself.
“These are very important weapons. They are your and yours alone. This means you can modify them, once you know for sure what you want to do. You can sell them the moment you think you can handle something more powerful. You can do anything you want but throw them away or purposely break them.”
She was so happy; she leaned in and kissed him. Something about his lips, about him, suddenly made her forget the guns. She deepened the kiss. Her entire body screamed for more. He pulled her closer. Then she was upon him, kissing and moving. His lips were so soft, so lush. Desire flooded her. Somehow, their clothes were stripped…
What am I doing?

She tried to stop, to pull away, but instead she found herself putting him as far deep as he would go. A moan escaped her lips. Thoughts of somebody else flashed in her mind, confusing her. What was going on? Jayson moved perfectly with her, making it hard to think.
The hours went by quickly, draped in ecstasy.

Sable Rose woke to Jayson’s movement. He was sitting up, trying not to move her. She blushed; they weren’t dressed yet. She watched him dress, pleasantly sleepy yet. The only thing ruining the moment was the pain easing its way through her body; from her toes and fingers, into her ankles and wrists, and up to her knee and elbow, then finally her entire leg and arm. Her head throbbed painfully.
“Sore?” He asked almost kindly.
“A little. Could you get my pain pills?”
He nodded. “Oh…you still need to practice with those.” He pointed at the pistols she’d honestly forgotten completely about. Somehow they’d ended up on the floor.
I think I enjoy sex as much as I do shooting those…and the nanobot things.

“Right.” She got up and began to dress as he went into the kitchen to retrieve her meds. She’d just gotten her shirt on when there was a knock at the door. Sighing, Sable shrugged her pants on and opened the door with her good arm.
My hair is a mess…I don’t have my vest on and now I’ve got the top-dog at my damn door…shit.

A woman stood tall, her face stern and a gun strapped to her side. She had only one other piece of evidence of her rank; a badge. She was only slightly taller than Sable, with dark blue eyes and black, short and spiked hair. Her clothes showed too much for work, but it wouldn’t matter with her rank; nobody was stupid enough to challenge her.
And to completely destroy the once pleasant morning, Jayson came up behind her with a tall glass of water and pain pills. His shirt happened to still be lying at the foot of Sable’s bed.
The woman’s eyes showed her interest.
“Who is it, Sable…?” He saw her and his jaw literally dropped a little.
“It’s your boss, idiot.” The woman growled. “You know; the one who put you in a job with computers instead of rebel groups?”
“I’m sorry about this, Mrs. Lythe. Jayson was showing me how to work a gun and I threw my shoulder out; he had to re-tighten bolts and such.” I grabbed the pills and swallowed them. There was nothing stopping me from getting rid of this agony. “It was after curfew before he was done, and there was quite a bit of blood. He had to shower, so he said there was no reason to walk the halls in a bloody shirt at four in the morning.”
He picked up on it quickly. “Remind me to get you a couch, Sable. If I have to do this again, I’m not sleeping on those hard floors.” He moved his shoulder roughly. I remembered dislocating it last night – that’s what had stopped everything.
Please buy it…

She didn’t look entirely convinced, but didn’t pursue the event.
“I’m not here to patronize. I’m here to give you two these.”
She handed us two knew IDs. My card read;
SPECIAL UNIT; SABLE ROSE, TECHNIST.
I noticed Jayson’s read;
SPECIAL UNIT; JAYSON DERRIAN, TECHNIST HANDLER AND PROGRAMMER.

“And to inform Mr. Darren that you have two months to recover before you’re sent on your first mission.”
Lythe looked them over one last time, shook her head and walked away.
“She’s not the friendliest person.” Sable grumbled, leaning back into Jayson’s arms.
“She’s our boss. Does she need to be?” He gave her a small kiss and they broke apart. Sable wasn’t sure she wanted to be out of his arms; the skin tingled where he kissed her. But he began to speak, snapping her out of it – though barely.
“Training is important, since you only have two months. The rebel groups aren’t going to wait for you to load your gun and aim for their hearts.”
“Rebel groups?” She tried to focus.
“Yes. There are rebel groups out there killing off scientists, medical officers and of course, people like you and me.”
“Why?”
“They’re against the government.”
“So they kill people forced to follow it?!”
“Most of them are just kids. It’s sad that their parents train them for war at that age…”
“You mean they’re younger than fifteen?”
“Or at least they start out that way.” He shrugged, closing the door. “Then they refuse to come with the operatives that bring them, and by the age sixteen the government can’t recruit you. There are also those who aren’t registered in the computers, so they are never recruited in the first place. There are entire generations like that.”
Now that’s different!
“That’s…horrible. And we have to kill these misguided kids? It’s not their fault!”
“But it isn’t our choice; they will kill you if you don’t act first. Not to mention any other government personnel, really.”
“That’s too bad…” Sable said, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pistols. She cocked them, enjoying the sound of the click they made.
“Why don’t you start by dismantling them?”
“Sounds good to me.” Sable shrugged, as if just following orders.
Sounds fun!
“I’ll get us breakfast. Do you like Japanese?”
Her fists clenched around the guns until her knuckles turned white.
“I have no idea what I like, asshole. You removed that part of me.” Sable snapped, furious at the empty feeling the truth gave her. “Go get the food. But I suggest breakfast food, not something we’d eat for dinner.”
“Of course.” He sounded a little put off. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He walked out, looking rather disheartened.
Ignoring him, she placed the pistols on her round glass dining table and sat down, focusing on them as she attempted to fill or block the emptiness. She wanted to know how to dismantle them, and thought about it. Her bionic eye locked onto a part of the gun and gave her information. She began slowly at first, but quickly got into it. Somebody knocked on the door when she was about half way through with the first gun.
“Come in, come in. It’s unlocked, Jayson.”
He opened the door and came in rolling a cart of food. Sable looked back and stared. Bowls of steamed rice, miso soup and several side dishes she couldn’t name lined the cart.
“You’re already half way?”
Sable nodded. “That’s a whole lot of food.”
“I bought it all for you to sample them all. I had nothing else to spend things on…”
“Damn. No new computer to buy?”
“No. The company bought them this time. They are taking charge of most of my money and giving me the rest from now on.”
They ate in silence, Sable dismantling the gun as she nibbled on different dishes. The balls of rice, soups and the cold dumplings were all delicious. She didn’t care for some of the weird vegetables, but everything else was great. But the Technist was finished with her first gun long before she’d eaten her first plate.
“I’ll need to leave early tonight.”
“Why?” She wasn’t happy about that at all.
Last night better not be a one night stand. Working with him all day and getting nothing out of it is going to piss me off.

“We can’t draw attention to us.”
She sighed. “Fine. Work tonight.”
She began to piece the gun back together, finding herself pissed and enjoying the guns all the more for it. She tried to ignore what that might mean.
“Don’t get upset about it.”
“Thanks for the food and guns.” She said formally, keeping her tone even. “I’m not upset. I was hoping I could unwind tonight – with you.”
He blushed. “I’m sorry. I have updates to install on the shitty computer systems they insisted on buying.”
She stared at him.
“Your computer matters more to you than getting fucked?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, with dark red cheeks, Jayson stammered something Sable didn’t quite hear.
“What was that?” She asked, placing the fire pin very carefully in its place.
“I said…we don’t have to wait all day.”
She glanced up, frustrated. “We have things to do today.”
He sighed. “Yeah. We do. Let’s go.”
She finished her task and breakfast. It was already ten thirty by the time she was finished.
That’s odd. I don’t have a clock in here at all, and I know the time. Weird.

“Let’s go, busy man.” She said, brushing her hair into a tight pony tail.
“So soon?”
“It’s ten thirty. We’re behind.”
He got up and followed her out, then took lead when she paused, realizing quickly she had no idea where they were going.
“You’ll know your way around again once you’re used to using your hard-drive.”
Again?

“I’ve been here before?”
“Of course. You were a scientist, remember? You made rounds through the dorms to collect data all the time – even if it was recommended that you didn’t. You even went out and watched your sisters do their training so you could improve the gear you’d designed That’s how you came up with your latest gear. Well…that’s what it said in the data reports.”
“Why don’t I remember that?”
“The hard-drive can’t run everything at once, no more than a brain can. You have to tell it to access a memory, or at least search for it.”
“How do I do that?”
“Figure it out.”
“Asshole.”
“It’s called training.”
“Whatever.”
They went through several halls before coming up to a door with a security lock on it. It was titanium steel with a red circular light above it.
“Dammit.”
“What?”
“I forgot the code in my wallet…”
“Move aside, ingrain.”
She shoved him aside, not waiting for him to comply, and typed in the code without really thinking about it. Numbers just came to