Chapter 1: Falsehoods
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Fiction, Fan Fiction, Science Fiction, Aliens, Light Bond, Oral Sex, Size, Violent, Military, War, .
Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: Falsehoods - Our hero gets in trouble with the law, but having a contact on the inside may help him survive. (X-COM Viper fanfiction)
I had taken to calling her ‘Vi’, short for Viper of course, but if any coworkers asked me who I was dating, I could tell them it was short for Violet, or Victoria. She didn’t seem to have a real name, or at least none that a human tongue could pronounce. Her visits had become routine since discovering that I lived in the same city she was posted in, and after finding out the address of my spartan apartment she had taken to dropping in almost nightly, whenever her patrols allowed it. My initially boring job had become a welcome reprieve from the nights of endless passion on my now demolished bed frame, and the dull grind of the bottling plant was now tolerable, knowing that my alien lover would no doubt climb through my window and flop heavily into my bedroom after the sun had gone down and the yellow glow of the street lamps was the only illumination. Since the day we had met she had been enamored with me, and to this day I could never guess why.
I no longer missed my family’s farmhouse, or my old job, my daily routine was a haze of lovemaking and recovery, I barely noticed the passage of time any more. She was a ferocious lover, her appetite inhuman, and some days I could barely walk to the factory the morning after one of our violent romps. Today was one such day.
“You old dog!” My coworker on the line next to me slapped my back affectionately.
“That girlfriend of yours keeping you up again? Judging by the bags under your eyes you two were at it all night. I’m tellin’ you buddy, she’ll be the death of you.”
I waved him away, chuckling.
“She may very well be, and since when did you have such a keen interest in my sex life, Harry?”
He grinned, his hands moving with a learned agility as he worked the production line.
“Well we never see her is all, the boys think you’re hiding her. Big girl is she?”
“You could say that, yeah.”
“Hey, to each his own, my wife was a real looker and now she doesn’t give me the time of day.”
The end of shift bell rang, and we got up from our seats, I flung my coat over my shoulder and clocked out, swiping my ADVENT ID card through the scanner. My friend did the same, accompanying me to the factory gate.
“You’ll have to introduce us some time, bring her to the bar, I want to see her for myself and judge if you deserve her.”
He took a long drag of a cigarette, then tossed the spent butt into the road.
“Maybe she can give my Irene some pointers on how to not be a frigid bitch.”
“I’m sure she’ll come around Harry.” I replied. “Buy her something nice with this week’s wage.”
“It would have to be this month’s wage the way she throws my paycheck around.” He complained. “Besides, why spend money on a failing marriage when I can spend it on beer, and forget I’m married?”
We walked together for a while, chatting about nothing in particular, I didn’t have much in common with Harry, but the social niceties must be observed, and he wasn’t a bad guy, just a little burned out. Many people were these days, the war against the XCOM insurgency was going badly, sporadic terrorist attacks and even street battles had made news headlines in the last few months, despite ADVENT’s technological edge, they were losing ground. The troops were becoming increasingly nervous and militarized, it wasn’t uncommon to see towering robots and automated turrets on the city streets, their emotionless sensors scanning every human who walked by them. It made everyone nervous, at least a trooper waving a stun baton and barking incoherent orders had a mind of his own, who knew what parameters these great metal constructs used to determine friend from foe.
I raised my eyes to the clouds as a dropship flew overhead, skimming the tops of the tall buildings that lined the road, its engines flaring against the setting sun.
“Off to round up some protesters no doubt.” Harry quipped, shielding his eyes as he watched the craft diminish into the distance. The civil unrest was another problem, people were unhappy with ADVENT’s inability to guarantee their safety, especially with the disruptions to the clinics and gene therapy treatments that XCOM seemed oddly fixated on. ADVENT’s response to the rioting was oddly callous, they had been several deaths as Mutons and security robots were deployed against civilians, raising serious questions about the alien leadership and their management of the situation.
It was becoming clear that freedom of speech and assembly were not a priority for the occupying force, I remained ambivalent, people were stupid to expect restraint and tolerance from what until very recently was an invading army, and ADVENT had miscalculated the human response to the ever present plague of terrorism.
If anyone was truly at fault it was XCOM for their incessant harassment, but the clandestine organization was not in the public light, and so people lashed out against whoever they could easily reach.
I waved goodbye to Harry as he took a branching street to his favorite dive bar, and I continued along my usual route home past the ADVENT checkpoint, they were extra twitchy, and I made sure to approach slowly and keep my hands in view. I was waved through, and was soon entering the door to my apartment building. I climbed the stairs, fumbling for my keys in my trouser pocket, and unlocked the door, discarding my coat on my ruined bed. The mattress sagged and the springs were shot, it sent blood to my cheeks as I remembered the previous night, and anticipated the next.
I opened my fridge, leaning in for a soft drink, and heard a knock at my door. I hesitated, I didn’t have any friends who visited me, who could it be? I put the drink back, and walked to the door.
The visitor knocked again, more urgently this time. I hurried, unlocking it and opening it a crack, peering out into the hallway.
“Yes? Who is it?”
There were three men standing there, two ADVENT troopers, their faces hidden by their signature red armor, and a short man wearing a long black duster and round eyeglasses with dark lenses that obscured his eyes. He fiddled absent-mindedly with his black leather gloves, and straightened his spectacles before addressing me. The two troopers held rifles, shifting their weight from foot to foot nervously.
“I’m sorry to bother you so late, sir. I’m with the ADVENT bureau of intelligence, I wondered if I might take up a few minutes of your time?”
He waited, clearly expecting to be invited in. The idea did not appeal to me, what would he say should Vi drop in through my window a little early tonight, her chest plate already half removed?
The short man waited, impatient.
“S-sure, please come in.”
I opened the door all the way and stood aside as the men walked into my tiny apartment, the two soldiers moved to either side of the room, one checked the en suite bathroom suspiciously. The short man with the spectacles looked around the messy living space with distaste, a sneer on his lips, then pulled up a chair at my kitchen table, gesturing that I should join him with a gloved hand.
I sat, a worried look on my face.
“Er ... how can I help you inspector?”
He reached his hand into his duster, retrieving photographs printed on laminated paper, and tossed them unceremoniously onto the table. I picked them up, leafing through them, they were candid pictures of a man, he looked to be about middle age, maybe younger. They looked like screenshots from a security camera.
“Are you currently, or have you ever been in contact with one Tiberius Harris?”
I thought for a moment, examining the photographs.
“I had a cousin called Tiberius, I wouldn’t forget a name like that. But I’m afraid I’ve not been in touch with him since before the invas ... before the liberation.”
The little man eyed me through his dark glasses, he resumed fiddling with his gloves, tugging at the fingers one by one, it was distracting, I tried to keep my focus on his face.
“One Tiberius Harris was caught by our street cameras, planting an explosive device on a monument to the Elders, a heinous crime as you can surely appreciate.”
“We believe he is in league with XCOM, they probably recruited him immediately after the war and he has only just resurfaced. He must have had help getting in and out of the residential zone, we have records of all the soldiers who fought against ADVENT during the liberation and who did not surrender, and our automated security systems would have identified him were he to attempt to enter an ADVENT controlled zone.”
“So you think because he’s my cousin, it was me?”
The inspector pushed his glasses up the bridge of his pointed nose.
“You can appreciate how we made that connection, I’m sure. This is not a personal attack against you, we’re simply following up what few leads we have. It is my job to root out and expose support for this terrorist organization in all of its forms, from planting bombs in clinics to simply expressing anti-ADVENT leanings, we cannot be too careful in these ... trying times.”
I nodded enthusiastically.
“Oh of course Inspector, I didn’t mean to imply anything, I just wanted to clarify.”
“Indeed ... you are of course innocent until proven guilty, the law is no less just and fair under ADVENT administration.”
I relaxed into my seat a little, relieved.
“Can I offer you a drink, perhaps?” I glanced to his security detail, only their mouths visible under their heavy helmets. “Or your men?”
He waved his leather clad hand dismissively.
“That won’t be necessary, thank you. What I’m here to determine today is of course, your innocence in this affair, and in order to do that I would ask you to accompany me to the station, so that we can question you and ascertain whether you’re being truthful with me.”
I shifted uncomfortably in the plastic chair.
“With all due respect Inspector, how long will that take? I’m supposed to be somewhere tonight, and tomorrow I have work.”
“We will of course inform your employer of your situation, assuming our questioning should drag on that long, which I seriously doubt, as for your social obligations I’m afraid you will have to make excuses next time you see your friends.”
“Oh...” He was being polite, but firm, I felt as if I didn’t really have a choice. Now was not the time to try his patience, it looked like his soldiers could drag me away kicking if they needed to.
“Very well inspector, please give me a moment to gather my things.”
He nodded and rose to his feet, the soldiers returning to flank him.
“Please join me in the hall when you’re ready.”
The ride to the station was less than pleasant, I was loaded into the back of a troop transport with the inspector and his two cronies, and nobody spoke during the short drive. I tried to keep my eyes on the floor of the vehicle, and not on the troopers who stared at me from behind their opaque visors.
When the truck came to a stop I was hurried inside, and walked past the front desk to a room in the back of the small building, past holding cells and weapon racks. One of the troopers took me roughly by the arm and seated me in a cold steel chair before a desk, the room was featureless besides the door, the sparse furnishings and a solitary security camera in the top right corner.
The two troopers stood guard on either side the door, and after a short delay the inspector entered, pulling up a chair in front of the desk to stare at me.
“As you are probably aware, we do not make these allegations lightly.”
I sat silent, worried that anything I said offhand might incriminate me.
“Perhaps the ... previous administration might have afforded you Miranda rights, but under the declaration of a state of emergency those rights have been temporarily suspended, you will be required to waive them before we continue, and then tell us everything you know.”
“Hang on, you’re going to ‘make’ me waive my Miranda rights? How is that legal?”
“Are you a lawyer, Sir?”
“No, but I know my-”
“Then kindly refrain from interpreting legal matters, this line of questioning concerns national security, and you will answer any questions that are put to you truthfully.”
“I never said I wouldn’t...” I complained, leaning back in my chair. This inspector was rapidly draining my patience, ADVENT or not, everyone still had rights. I wasn’t about to let myself be bullied by this glorified bailiff.
He seemed to sense my hostility, leaning on the metal table with his gloved hands arched.
“This can be easy, or it can be hard, answer truthfully and tell me what you know, and you’ll be out of here and back home in time for bed. Resist me, or attempt to deceive me, and I will know.”
He removed his dark glasses, I recoiled in shock as he revealed slitted, reptilian pupils in oversized sockets, odd skin patterning extending across his face like a grotesque Venetian mask. His green eyes reflected the light from the naked bulb on the ceiling, he must be genetically enhanced in some way, perhaps so he could detect the minute tells of a liar or the subtle contractions of fear in a human retina. I was taken aback, rattled, and he no doubt knew.
“What am I?” He chuckled, pulling his leather gloves taut. “I am an ADVENT inspector, enhanced in order to seek out and expose enemies of the Elders.”
He pushed a glass of water along the surface of the desk. I grasped it and took a draw, never taking my eyes off his bizarre face. His alien eyes peered at me, piercing in their intensity, I felt like he could see through my very soul.
“Shall we begin?” He asked.
“So, you admit that Harris is your cousin, and you deny any and all contact with him since the events of the war?”
I tensed, we were being recorded by the camera, and he was wording his questions in such a way as to incriminate me.
“I don’t ‘admit’ to anything, Harris is my cousin, that’s a fact.”
The inspector smiled wryly.
“Be that as it may, you are a blood relation of a known terrorist, who entered the city through unknown means, bypassing all of our security checkpoints. Tell me, do you know a secret way in and out of the residential area?” He scrutinized me, his reptilian pupils expanding as he stared. It was making me nervous, I worried he would mistake that for guilt.
His eyes narrowed.
“Please maintain eye contact when you answer my questions.”
I looked him in the eyes and answered again.
“I do not.”
He watched me for a moment, then moved on to the next question.
“Can you tell me any details about the last time you saw Harris? Where you might have seen him? What might have been said?”
“It was twenty years ago!” I scoffed. “I would only have been ... twelve or thirteen.”
“And how old was Harris?”
“He was nineteen, he’d be around thirty nine now, he was a soldier in the defense force.”
“He hasn’t contacted you in any way in the last twenty years?”
“No, I was sure he had died in the war. Now I see he must have gone underground.”
The inspector scrutinized me.
“What about you? Do you harbor any ill will towards ADVENT or any pro-rebel leanings? I noticed when I was reading your records that you were forcibly relocated from your family’s residence in the country when a nearby clinic was destroyed. A strange coincidence that you are the cousin of a known terrorist who has been living under the radar for twenty years, that a clinic near your family’s residence was destroyed, and that Harris happened to show up in the residential zone shortly after you were relocated here.”
My face reddened and I lost my cool for a moment.
“Hey, that’s some pretty fucking speculative reasoning there!” The two soldiers bristled, their fingers hovering over the triggers on their energy rifles.
“Please try to maintain your composure, Sir.” The inspector grinned, this was what he wanted, for me to lose my cool and slip up, he had no intention of treating me fairly, he had contrived a conspiracy theory in his head, and wanted only enough circumstantial evidence to make it stick, regardless of my innocence. I was in real danger.
I tried to relax and control my breathing, thinking of ways I could turn this situation around.
“If you have records of me, you’ll know that I’ve never attended a protest, and I’ve never been in trouble with ADVENT security.”
“Why would a terrorist make his allegiance known by attending a protest?” The Inspector smirked. I folded my arms defensively, leaning back into the chair. His emerald eyes tracked me intently.
“I’ll ask the question a second time, try to answer it directly, do you harbor any ill will or resentment towards ADVENT for the loss of your family home?”
I considered for a moment, the cogs turning in my head. If I lied, he would probably know, and if I told the truth it might incriminate me further. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t. I chose to tell the truth.
“A little, yes. But I’m past that now, I’m quite comfortable in my new apartment, I like my job.”
His brow furrowed, was he annoyed that I had responded truthfully? Unbelievable. If I didn’t have any resentment towards ADVENT before, I certainly would now.
“Be that as it may, I would still call that probable cause.”
I shook my head in disbelief.
“Tell me, has anyone visited your apartment in the last few months?”
Shit, I couldn’t tell them about Vi, who knew how they would react, but I couldn’t lie either, I would have to choose my responses very carefully.
“Can you tell me who?”
“And when does this girlfriend visit you? After curfew?”
“That is a violation of the law in itself, and you admit to it freely?”
The inspector retrieved a tablet computer from inside his duster and tapped it, entering information.
“What is her name?”
I hesitated, trying to plan my answer, the inspector noticed and watched me silently. If I lied and gave a false name he would know, and they would certainly check for records of such a person, and find none.
“I can’t tell you, I don’t want to get her in any trouble.” I replied, it wasn’t a lie.
“While I understand your desire to protect your friend, I must remind you that willfully withholding information from an inspector during an interrogation is a crime, and yours are starting to rack up.”
I took another swig of water from the glass, then set it back down on the table.
“Begging your pardon inspector, but I don’t feel as if I’m being given a chance to defend myself, I would like a lawyer.”
He chuckled, putting a gloved fist to his mouth to suppress the sound.
“You don’t get a lawyer, and you don’t get a trial by jury either, we’re at war and all of your rights have been suspended, I will give whatever information I can glean from you to an ADVENT appointed judge who will make the decision on whether to convict or acquit, and let me warn you in advance, they have very little patience for XCOM sympathizers.”
I opened my mouth to complain, but he cut me off.
“If you want to blame someone, blame XCOM, this is not how we wanted to handle things.”
“Let me guess.” I said sarcastically. “You’re also going to detain me without charges and deny me my phone call?”
“That is about the state of things, yes. Perhaps you don’t realize how much trouble you’re in, but now is not the time to be making sarcastic remarks.”
I shrugged dismissively.
“I don’t understand what you want from me, you’re not allowing me to defend myself and it sounds like your mind is already made up. You can’t charge me with a crime based solely on blood relation.”
He pounded his gloved fist on the table, the impact made me jump out of my seat in surprise.
“I want names, I want safe houses, tell me how Harris got in and out of the city without being detected, tell me how he contacts XCOM.”
“I don’t know any of those things! I’m not a rebel! I can’t tell you things I don’t know!”
He settled back in his chair, lips curling as he frowned.
“It doesn’t matter if I believe you or not, I’m here to get information, my opinion does not factor into the ruling. Tell me what you know now, and the judge may be lenient, keep this up and you’ll be recycled into genetic soup and reconstituted into a viper’s left tit.”
So they are genetically engineered, I mused.
The inspector clapped his hands.
“Hey! Pay attention, I’m going to give you one last chance to give me some information I can use, otherwise you’re going into the holding cells until we can put you before a judge.”
“So much for having me home in time for bed...”
“You’ll be lucky if you ever see the outside of a cell again, never mind a bed, guards! Take him away!”
The two troopers moved towards me and grabbed me under my arms, shuffling me towards the door.
“I’m not resisting, idiots!”
They dragged me anyway, taking me down the hall and throwing me unceremoniously into a cell, slamming the heavy door behind me. It was a tiny cube, smaller than my apartment, with a silver metal toilet, a sink and a concrete bed with a thin mattress built into the wall, no sheets. There was one small window, too thin for a human to pass through. I sat on the bed, it was hard and uncomfortable, and I crossed my arms, seething with anger at the injustice of the situation. I had always thought of ADVENT as harsh, but fair, this new side of them, the ugly underbelly, reminded me more of the Gestapo or the KGB. How would I get out of this situation? How long would they hold me here? Would they charge me with purgery and violating curfew, or would they try to make the absurd conspiracy theories of the inspector stick?
My mind wandered to Tiberius, where had he been all this time? Was he in hiding? Had he assumed a false identity and been living in the city? Why had he never contacted me? We had never been close, cousins rarely were, but he was some of the only family I had left.
Vi would be missing me, it was night now. My heart ached for her, and I fumed, doubly angry that I had been denied another night of bliss.
I lay down on the uncomfortable cot, maybe if I got some sleep, I would be able to come up with something in the morning.
I awoke to my cell door being opened, the grinding metal piercing through my sleep like nails on a chalk board. I rose to a sitting position, groggy, my eyes full of gunk.
“How are we keeping?” The inspector strode into the room, his hands tucked neatly behind his back. He was wearing his spectacles again, his odd genetic augmentation hidden behind their dark lenses.
I didn’t reply, rubbing my eyes sleepily.
“I came to offer you one last chance to come clean, if you can provide me with any useful information, anything at all, a last known location, a phone number, another name, I’ll appeal your sentencing.”
I shook my head.
“Can’t give you information I don’t have.”
The inspector turned on his heel.
“I don’t expect I’ll see you again, good luck with your trial, it will be held tomorrow night.”
The proximity of the court date did not surprise me, this wasn’t a justice system, it was a factory for disposing of undesirables and dissidents, they had probably done this to dozens of people who had said the wrong thing or ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, maybe hundreds, thousands.
He closed the door, the heavy bolt clanking into place.
I didn’t fancy my chances in front of the judge, I would have to think of a plan, and fast. I looked around the room, searching for anything that I could use, there was nothing, the room was barren, and why wouldn’t it be? It was a holding cell, I couldn’t MacGyver my way out. I walked over to the door and idly tugged at the bolt, shut tight of course. I was well and truly screwed this time.
I returned to the concrete cot, and sulked, thinking of Vi, she didn’t even know where I was, if I were found guilty and shipped off to some prison or simply executed, which was far more likely, she would never find out where I had gone. Would she think I had fallen out of love with her and abandoned her without so much as a goodbye? I couldn’t stand the thought of that.
I marched over to the door and pounded it with my fists.
“I’m innocent you fucking Nazis!”
My voice echoed down the hall, but nobody replied.
I sank back onto the bed, dejected.
There was nothing to do, so I tied to sleep as much as possible. I was right when I assumed they wouldn’t give me a phone call, but even if they did, who would I call? The police? ADVENT were the police. Vi? I didn’t have a number, she always came to me. As the sunlight began to dim through the frosted glass of the tiny window, I came to the realization that I could die soon, the thought shocked me to my core. I was relatively young, and my life was happy, I didn’t want to die, I didn’t deserve this treatment.
I cursed my estranged cousin for creating this situation, then again maybe he had seen this side of ADVENT during the war, a dirty secret hidden from the public behind glitzy propaganda and silver tongued lies. Was that why had continued to fight long after the war was over? Jesus, I was starting to sound like one of them ... a terrorist.
The next morning I was awoken by a rifle butt to the ribs, a trooper prodded me, speaking their garbled, undecipherable language. The message was pretty clear.
I batted at the rifle.
“Yeah yeah I’m coming, hold your goddamn horses.”
They escorted me out of the cell at gunpoint, and marched me to a different room down the hall, this one was a small scale courtroom, there was a man in a suit seated at the bench, and the trooper forced me into a chair where the counsel should usually have sat. They weren’t even attempting to follow protocol. The trooper stood behind me as the judge sifted through paperwork, not looking up to acknowledge my presence.
I waited in silence for what must have been several minutes before the judge finally looked up, and spoke to me.
“Ah yes, Mister ... how do you pronounce that? Never mind.”
He interrupted me before I could respond.
“You are charged with purgery, violating curfew, sedition, harboring a known terrorist and conspiracy to commit terrorism, how do you plead?”
“Your honor, there’s been a mistake, I was never-”
“How do you plead?” He repeated, staring at me over his thick glasses.
“If I could just explain, I-”
“If you continue to disrupt these proceedings, I will be forced to hold you in contempt, now I will ask you one last time, how do you plead to the charges?”
“What proceedings!? This isn’t a court, this is a sham! Are you even a real judge or did they pull you in off the fucking street?”
The judge banged his gavel impatiently, and waved me away.
“I can see these court proceedings will not be necessary in this case, in light of the defendant’s unwillingness to testify in his own defense, I am finding him guilty of all aforementioned charges. The penalty for sedition is punishable by death which will be carried out by firing squad tomorrow afternoon, your body will be sent to the nearest gene clinic for recycling, please take him away.”
The trooper jabbed the barrel of his gun into my back, and I stood, the judge didn’t even glance up from his papers as I left the room, unwilling to even look me in the eye, a man he had just condemned to death. I was escorted back to my cell and the door was again closed behind me, sealing my fate. I collapsed onto the concrete bed.
That was it then, I was going to be killed tomorrow. I had a single night left to live, and I couldn’t even spend it with Vi, I couldn’t even contact her to tell her what was happening to me, no last goodbye. My guts tied in a knot, and I lay back, staring at the concrete ceiling. This was my second night missing, what might she be thinking? I dozed off, the fear and melancholy exhausting me.