Author's Note: The Institute stories are paired... How To Tell Her: Michael's Story should be read before Case File #36.
Stares and silence confronted me as I stepped out of the gravcar. The Director said Operatives got used to it; I disliked raising my voice so the silence was useful.
"Sir," a young police officer said, coming to attention what he must have thought was a safe distance from me.
"I'm not in your chain of command," I told him. "Relax."
"Yes, sir," he replied, ignoring what I said. I shook my head and studied the expensive hotel behind him.
"Is she up there?" I asked quietly.
"Room 313, sir."
"Why not the penthouse, sir?" he blurted. "I thought Positives always took the best."
"She didn't know to ask," I said. Walking past him, I counted far too many of his fellow officers. One to keep an eye on a late blooming Positive (the testing exemption had been repealed too long before for it to be anything else) until the assigned Institute Operative arrived was the standard procedure handed down by the Director to local authorities.
"Sir!" the cop exclaimed. "The Captain ordered you to come see him."
I froze and turned back to him.
"That's what the Captain said!" he rushed out.
"In that case, the girl can wait," I said. "Where is the Captain?"
He nodded towards an ambulance. I gestured for him to walk ahead and wondered how many people would witness the heavy-handed treatment the Director expected when someone gave orders to an Operative. It was necessary, but I wished people who did not understand the limits of their power would make it unnecessary more often.
"Captain," the young officer said approaching a man wearing a uniform more appropriate to the Policeman's Ball than the street.
"Are you the EM-Cop?" the Captain asked, giving me an unfriendly glance. There was no point in answering the question; the gray uniform was intended to be a sign of danger. Most of us considered the uniform silly, and the others had to endure the jokes from non-Operative Positives. It did make us recognizable enough to avoid problems, though this particular person was ignoring the warning.
"Erotic Mind Control Operative," I said. "EMC-Op if you must shorten it. I prefer Institute Operative or just Operative, which is how the Director addresses us."
He shrugged my point aside.
"I understand you ordered me to attend you," I said.
Everyone near us took a couple of steps back. They made sure to stay close enough to hear how the exchange ended, while making it a point to look elsewhere. The Captain gave the young officer an angry look but refused to back down.
"That's one of mine in the ambulance," he spat.
"I'm not fond of emotional outbursts, especially angry ones," I said. "Moderate your tone, or you will scream in pain for the next year or so."
"You can't do that!"
"Institute Operatives are always Telepathics," I said; no one could be that ignorant, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Even Telepathics have limits," he insisted bravely.
"It isn't one of mine," I said.
"Only the Director's Bas..." he stopped as his eyes flared in recognition.
"Finish the word," I said.
"Bastard!" he said. I had to give him credit-- his voice barely wavered.
"Were I any other Operative, you would be screaming at my feet for having thought of giving that order," I said. "Because I am the EMC-Op who people so lovingly refer to as the 'Director's Bastard', I have the luxury of letting it slide."
He looked ready to continue speaking, but fear held his tongue. It was better for him to be afraid; even a non-Operative Positive would have handled the situation more roughly than I chose to.
"She's one of mine," he said finally, looking at the ambulance.
"What's your point, Captain?"
"She's..." the young officer said stepping forward. He seemed lost for a second, "Horny, sir."
"Why didn't someone say that to begin with?" I asked. "I wasn't aware the girl had gotten to one of you."
I stepped around the Captain and opened the ambulance doors. A female officer was strapped to a gurney, struggling to get free.
"I've never seen anyone like that," the young officer said peeking around a door. The curiosity was common; few people had witnessed someone that horny. For the most part, Institute Positives kept the extreme forms of their fun behind closed doors.
"FUCK ME!" the female officer yelled.
"What's her name?" I asked.
"Shannon," the Captain answered. I nodded and stepped into the ambulance. I sat beside the gurney to study her; she was pretty with long brown hair and vibrant blue eyes.
"Hello, Shannon," I said.
"Help me!" she begged. Her eyes bored into me as she strained against the straps. "Please, fuck me!"
"I've got an appointment with the young lady who did this to you, so I can't take the time right now," I told her. "But I can be of some help."
She gritted her teeth. I jacked into her mind with enough force for her to be aware of the invasion.
"I'm going to function as a wall between you and most of the horniness, Shannon," I said, erecting the barrier in her mind. "It's going to allow you to make some decisions without interference."
She relaxed and closed her eyes as the mental wall took the brunt of what had been done to her body.
"The girl is a Pheromonic," I said.
"How can you tell?" the young officer asked from the ambulance door.
"The four Positive powers require different approaches to abate their effect," I told him. "With a Pheromonic, the signals being sent from the body need to be blocked or functionally siphoned off. Basically, I've increased her pleasure tolerance."
"I like the pleasure," Shannon said pushing her chest toward me.
"What?" the young officer gasped. The Captain stomped away.
"We had a Symbolic Positive in my freshman dorm," she said staring hungrily at me. "I was her favorite."
"So you know about the decisions you need to make in this circumstance, Shannon?" I asked. She answered with a firm nod. It made things easier; no one could deny or hide from what had happened to the human race like in the first twenty or so years after the Event, but it did not stop people from being willfully ignorant to the consequences.
"Why does she have to make any decisions?" the young officer asked. "You fixed her."
"Where did you go to school?" I asked him.
"Red Falls is a little strange, sir," Shannon told me. "They don't... have a lot of respect for Positives."
"I don't understand," I said.
"The Captain sent four of us after the girl, sir," she explained, refusing to meet my eyes. I sat quietly for a few minutes. A quick scan proved the veracity of her statement meaning the Captain had tied my hands. As lenient as I chose to be in some areas, I had been not been baptized the Director's Bastard for the open questions about my lineage.
"Officer," I said looking at the young man at the ambulance doors. He straightened into attention at the tone of my voice.
"Tell your Mayor and the Captain, I will be questioning them as soon as I've made arrangements for Shannon," I told him.
"I don't know where the Mayor is, sir."
"Find him," I said and turned to study Shannon again.
"If you have previous experience with a Positive, I don't have to explain much to you," I said to her. She gave me a big smile and another nod.
"The Pheromonic in the hotel is good," I told her. "Not powerful, but she's got a naturally subtle touch. It's going to take a week for what she's done to flush out of your system."
"I missed it," she said with her eyes beaming.
"What do you want to do?"
"I have a fiancée, James. Our Institute Application is pending," she whispered hopefully.
I activated my earcell.
"Yes, Jason," a warm female voice answered on the other side. I reached out to straighten Shannon's shirt so I could read her nameplate. She pushed up and rubbed her breast against my hand. I let her enjoy the contact for a few seconds.
"I need an Application pushed through processing," I said leaning away from Shannon, who pouted.
"Shannon Davidson from Red Falls; Application Partner, James Hutchinson," the voice said. "The Application is pending the required blood re-test. I'll get a bio-tech on it, sir."
"How long will it take?"
"I've got the on-duty tech inline, and she's pulled the blood samples. A few minutes, sir."
"I'll wait then," I said.
"Yes!" Shannon hissed when I reached over to unbutton her shirt. I pulled the knife off her belt and cut her t-shirt and bra open so I could have access to her breasts. The position was not flattering, but I could tell Shannon's breasts were exceptional.
"No wonder you were that Symbolic's favorite," I said circling a hard nipple with a finger.
"The wall... please, the wall!"
"I'm glad to see your experiences with us have been positive," I said. I shortened the barrier so her body could send sexual signals over it.
"Oh My God!" she cried. "It's been so long!"
I leaned down and took her right nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard on it. Shannon had not complained about being strapped down so her Symbolic must have enjoyed her in that fashion.
"Sir," the voice in my ear said a few minutes later.
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