Chapter 63: Surviving Disasters

I immediately got on the phone to Chaos and passed on the info needed to help with the kidnap victims. Between her and Law they got all the women corrected before the medics arrived.

For all the women that acted as her entourage, I cleared out the code that had been entered and updated them. My four, Mandy, Alexandria, Carrie and Tanya, had the same short code from binding with me and just like the others it couldn't be removed. I also pulled up Agent Joan Davis after she left. I removed the code written to her and added a bit to help her both report and testify how Vikkor had taken and manipulated the women. I didn't like it, but it was necessary to keep the program safe.

Agent Davis took Victoria away and other Federal Agents arrived for her followers. I sent my women over to Renée's until they left. It was too soon after all those events to question them. I promised Davis that they would each give statements when they were calm and composed.

Marks didn't like that I was keeping them from the girls. He showed up demanding to speak with them.

"Agent Marks, if you don't calm down I will have to ask you to leave," I stated calmly.

"I'm not leaving until I get those statements," he said through gritted teeth.

I nodded. "Fine. Have a seat." I pointed to the dining table and chairs. He moved forward and I brushed his hand with mine. The change was fast. First, I calmed him. He needed it. Second, I altered his perception of how the events in the underground facility occurred. My presence as well as Law's was unchanged, but how we helped them wasn't. Instead of seeing me move so quickly and put women to sleep with a touch, Agent Marks would believe that I had merely warned him and Agent Davis of their presence. The women had then given up rather than shoot it out.

He sat calmly with his pen and pad. I called Renée's and asked the girls to come over one at a time. Quietly he asked them questions and occasionally I had to help calm them, but he got what he was after. I left Mandy out because her physical appearance could cause further problems.

When Agent Marks got up to leave, I told him about the viruses and how to dispose of them. With his rank, he was able to call in a Haz-Mat team to take the vans away. Here's to hoping they destroyed those chemicals rather than study them. I let it go.

After the feds were gone and all the girls involved in the day's events were back in my living room, I offered to help them forget. Surprisingly, Renée flat out refused. "I wanted something special from you Ral. Now I have it." She rubbed her neck but had a grin. "I'm alive, thanks to you."

The others agreed. No one wanted to suppress or forget what had happened. Chloe's reasoning didn't help Erin's opposing view though, "Why would I want to forget how Master chased Renée through purgatory to bring her back? It means he would go a long way for any of us." Though Erin didn't like Chloe calling me Master, neither she nor anyone else could argue against it.

Before calling any of my girls that hadn't been involved in the days activities, I decided to pay a visit to Chaos. She had called and left me a voice mail after not being able to reach her guys. I didn't know if Law knew what had happened to them or if he would tell her if he did. That news required saying face to face. Nadia drove me over.

Chaos opened her door. Federal agents were milling about but nothing in the main room or Chaos' living quarters had been involved. All the problems started past that door leading to the trapped corridor and beyond. When she saw me, Chaos threw herself at me crying. "Oh Ral! They brought up their bodies only a little while ago. Why did she do that?"

I didn't try to answer the whys. Victoria's issues were too deep for me to fully explain and I had seen her mental state like the room we were in. It had seemed just as real. Once again I offered to let Chaos stay with me.

She shook her head. "I told you before. This is my home. Vikkor ran the business, and apparently a lot more, but Law and I helped as financial backers. This place belongs to us alone since she's gone."

That was surprising news, but Chaos' loss was more than she could bear alone. Just like I had done with Alexandria, I was going to help Chaos to find closure with the issue. "Then what we need to do is start planning the funerals."

She nodded, fresh tears flowing. She was wearing a pale blue dress that reminded me of the blue on blue skin she had when I first met her. She moved back and sat on the enormous bed she had shared with her three men and the water works turned up to full. Nadia and I sat with her.

Nadia tried a new idea, "After the funeral, why not find some other guys to have? I mean, there is an entire campus full of young men that would be happy to share your bed, right?"

Chaos shook her head. "After finding out what Vikkor did, I couldn't even consider something like that." She looked up at me. "I'd be willing to give up my User status though. Just to not have to worry about the responsibility, to just belong to someone else for a change."

"You don't have to belong to anyone to feel safe or loved," I responded as I wrapped my arms around her. "Besides, in a few weeks you may change your mind. I'd hate for you to feel you have to stay with me because you think you have to or something."

She actually chuckled. "Ral, if you're good enough for all the girls you have, then you're good enough for me. All the love you've shown for them, doing what you do to make sure that they're not only safe, but taken care of, too." She shook her head. "Who wouldn't want that?"

She was vouching for me and she wasn't even bound to me. Her statements were based on observations and probably a couple of lengthy conversations with Nadia. "Tell you what, Why don't you come over to my place for a while. Just to get out of here until the feds finish up. Then we can go about redecorating or whatever to help purge any ghosts."

Chaos shook her head. "No, I don't want to change anything. Their memories are meant to be here. It would be wrong to take that away." She looked around, reliving moments she had shared with them and more tears flowed. I rubbed her shoulders and she pressed into me, crying openly, anguished. Nadia went and packed her a suitcase. I held her, letting her moan and wail.