Chapter 223: Games People Play

Which of those following me should I approach first?

I picked one of the two men to start following now that they had lost track of me. From what I heard him say, into his jawbone headset, each of the four older-looking ones expanded their search out by a block in each direction. The four younger ones were going to slide through the shops and alleys around the building.

Bad mistake. I walked right past two of you, and you didn’t even notice.

I followed the man I had tagged as he walked down toward where he was to search along the main sidewalks to the other end of his search area. I knew right where to find the entrance was to the access alley for the building he was walking beside. I hurried down to where a side exit where the man would pass soon. The door I found unlocked with recently oiled hinges. I waited until the man was moving past when I got ready to open the door. When he was where I wanted him, I stepped out behind him, got an arm around his shoulder and my hip against his in a way that let me turn him into the hallway. I had his right arm back behind him with his left arm being temporarily paralyzed at the nerve level as if I dislocated it.

A quick search came up with two different handguns, one with a suppressor within close reach. He had a pair of cop style handcuffs too. When I found all his various fake IDs, I connected the place in my head to the transceiver in my skull. The information that came back was a bit interesting, though not worrisome.

He was a freelancer hired to track and detain persons specified by his clients.

I quickly pushed on multiple places that would trick his brain into thinking he was in extreme pain. It would be so much that he couldn’t yell out, but it would cause him to pass out. He never saw me, so it was easy enough for me to set him up against a wall and put him to sleep using the trick the triplets had taught me. He would be asleep for hours.

Right as I was about to leave the alley, via an exit that took me through a small shop, his cell phone buzzed. In my sunglasses, I got a message asking if I wanted to connect. It was from one of the others trying to find me.

“Hello,” I said in a very menacing Russian dialect that I somehow knew the person on the other end knew. “Sorry but your associate can’t come to the phone right now. He is taking a siesta.”

I disconnected and then stayed just outside the door leading into the shop. As expected, one girl and two guys came over quickly to check on this one passed out. They couldn’t wake him up. Once they knew he wasn’t dead, they checked him over. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing when they found he no longer had his weapons, fake IDs, cuffs, or any of his other nasty toys.

They don’t seem smart enough to check the dumpster beside him to see if they are in it or under it.

Before I discarded the guns, I stripped out the magazines, removed out the springs, and then used the place in my head to fuse the firing pins to the metal around them. Those guns would never shoot again. I kept the suppressor to dump off where anyone who found it wouldn’t want the effort needed to make it usable.

The three that came in weren’t all that observant as they started heading off in different directions as they told the others to spread out around this block. I couldn’t have gotten far.

I’m right over here watching you morons.

My sunglasses showed me that the door to the shop entered into another small alley where they put pallets, boxes, and packing peanuts. I waited until the boy heading toward me walked past before I grabbed him. I had him over behind a big stack of pallets before he even had the chance to try to get free. He wasn’t going anywhere and knew if he screamed that it would go badly for him.

Like the first man, this one had two guns but had suppressors already in place. He had a dozen throwing knives, a stun gun, and three fake passports. A bit of “questioning” found that he too was a freelancer. Whoever hired them had done so via the dark web. They had been given a picture and told to track me down, as I looked with my standard hair color. It happened that they were chasing me with my new hair color because I looked like the poor-quality photo they had and I matched the description. I used the place in my head to change my hair back to the color it was earlier as I put this guy to sleep too. The first one didn’t seem to have the tiny inner ear radio the others had. It was trivial to have my sunglasses to lock onto that frequency. When I found the audio scrambled, I only had to message the man-in-the-machine to solve that problem.

One of the women that had been tracking me happened to be coming down the alley from the other end where this guy was supposed to exit, but didn’t. She was trying to track him via GPS, so I let her get close before causing his phone to power off. I gave her have a glimpse of me right before I hooked my arm over the front of hers. When I got it in the exact position I wanted, I was able to put my hand over her mouth with her arm at an angle where I could break her humerus, dislocate her shoulder, or both. My right hand pulled her right one behind her. I moved her over to where the guy was sleeping.

I was surprised to find out that she only had two fake passports, two pairs of handcuffs, a tiny one-shot pistol taped inside her thigh next to her mound, a switchblade, and stun gun. With her left arm blocked, I used my right hand to pull the skirt up to get the gun loose. On a whim, I slid my hand down into her panties with my middle finger on her clit. Maybe she was into sex when restrained in such a way that she couldn’t move without physically causing damage to her body. Whatever her kink was, she didn’t last a minute before she came, hard. They place in my head showed that I didn’t even need to do anything.

When she had come down off her orgasmic high, I whispered in her ear, “Sorry that we met in less than friendly conditions. I would love to see how hard you cum if I tied you down the way you get off the hardest. I bet you would even love it when I tried to bite your fat clit off as I shoved three fingers into your tight virgin cunt. Oh, you like that idea, do you.”

Her panties got so wet when I was talking to her that it covered my fingers. Her clit had hardened back up, so I flicked it all around. When she started to cum, I pulled out all the good energy that was keeping her awake and put a shield over the place in her head that would keep her asleep.

Might as well have some fun with them for trying to do whatever their employer had in mind for me.

I stripped the woman’s panties off her, unbuttoned her shirt and pushed her bra up off her small breasts. Using the place in my head, I got the guy hard as I unzipped him to pull his dick out. The woman was a virgin, surprisingly. I found that out when I was getting the guy’s dick inside her. I got him fully buried inside her before I used the place in my head to make him empty all the sperm from his balls into her along with all the semen his body was able to make at that time. The place in my head showed me a place in his that would make him stay hard. I put a blob of the right color energy there and then put a shield over it to keep it there. They were both going to be surprised when they woke up. Out of the blue, I had a great idea. I handcuffed their arms behind the other using her cuffs. I got the pair from the first guy I had knocked out that I used to handcuff their right leg to the other’s left leg.

That should send them a message not to fuck with me. Three down, five to go.

Four of the five were even less aware of their surroundings than the first three. I played cat and mouse with them for a bit. I would change my hair color to my “dyed” color and change my clothes back to how I was when they started following me. I would purposefully pop out of a store or alley right in front of them. Most times, I even bumped into them. I would then slip into another alleyway to quickly disappear to where I could work it so that I showed up a block away from one of them as I went into a shop where I knew I could get out the back door.

What had the four off balance was that I knew where I had gotten them in an alley where there were plenty of places to pull them out of sight to see what they would tell me. Each I stripped of their weapons. If they had cuffs on them, I used those to leave them cuffed in a way that was both very embarrassing and nearly impossible to reach the keyholes to pick them.

The last one left wasn’t quite as easy to stalk, but not that hard either.

She barely looked like she was sixteen. Her skills were about those of the others, so it was a lot of fun getting her to try to keep up with me. For fun, I had the man-in-the-machine to find how they were trying to track me, with my “dyed” hair, while thinking that I was the Darren they were hunting. Without Paula being able to help, I had him also track who paid them to follow me, and possibly knock me out to take me to some drop location. Once he found the way they were tracking me, I had him make it appear that I had popped out of an alley three blocks away to head back toward the workshop. He told me that they had seen me in the shop and decided I looked close enough to their target to follow.

In under a minute, the girl received my last seen location and direction of travel.

I timed it perfectly. The woman must go through various alleys to reach me. Trying to go around would mean she had to run. That would make her very noticeable and still unlikely to get close enough to where I was minutes before. The spot I had chosen connected to a side alley that went beside a hotel that was replacing their mattresses and furniture in every room. Off the main road, they had a garage door for trucks to back up to their loading dock. At the back was a door that opened into the storage area where they were putting the removed furniture.

The girl did have her head on a swivel as she worked her way toward the exit of the alley she took to get close to where the cameras thought I was right now. I was waiting just inside the one to the hotel when she passed. I grabbed her so quickly she didn’t even have a chance to react before we were in the hotel’s storage area, with the back door locked and barred. I found a rocking recliner that was perfect for what I had planned.

I planned to use some of the discarded twine and rope in the room, from their having unpacked the other furniture, but didn’t find any long enough. What I did find were multiple layers of shrink wrap that turned out to be much better for tying the woman up the way I wanted than rope would have been.

No marks with the shrink wrap. Bonus!

With one arm restrained behind her, she didn’t fight a bit as I pulled up her shirt and bra to the point I had to get them up off her arms to have her stripped above the waist. Once I had that done. I got the shrink wrap around her hands to bind them behind her back. I then used a section of shrink wrap, that must have been easily fifteen feet long, to get her upper body pushed into the top of the recliner.

When she tried to fight me pulling off her shorts and panties, I got next to her ear to say, menacingly in that Russian dialect that made the hairs on my neck stand up, “Your choice. If you don’t let me slide them off gently, I will cut them off and you won’t have anything to put on when your associates come to find you if they come to find you. There is a third option if you like. I can shove this suppressed gun in your ass, keep pulling the trigger until it blows the top of your head off and then fuck your pussy before it even starts to cool off.”

Where the fuck did I get that craziness? That is fucking wrong on so many levels.

She not only stopped fighting, the woman did all that she could, with her upper body restrained, to help me get her naked. Her flinching as I bound each of her calves to an arm of the recliner told me that wasn’t what she was expecting.

I know she wasn’t expecting me to slide my head under her to go to battle with the man in the boat.

After she came the second time, she started begging me, very nicely with promises of anything I could ever imagine wanting, if I would stop licking her clit. It was starting to hurt.

I’m good with that. I have other plans anyway.

I pulled my dick out, got the head against her vagina, pushed in until I felt some resistance, and asked her, “You dream of having sex with a ghost?”

She didn’t get the chance to answer before I shoved my dick into her slick channel. I tuned her out entirely as I fucked her until the place in my head decided it wasn’t letting me get hard again to keep fucking her. It was too bad her mouth was begging me to fill her pussy with sperm to knock her up while her body was a week past when she ovulated. Not wanting to be a complete ass, I picked up the recliner, with her still on it, to move her so she was toward the back corner. I folded her clothes nicely, put them on the seat of the recliner, tucked a moving blanket into the shrink wrap around her upper body and then moved to where she could see part of my face in a very dim light back in this corner.

“You and your associates won’t need to worry about having failed to follow me so you could attempt to subdue me. I would gladly have let you keep tailing that poor kid if you hadn’t started talking about killing anyone who got in your way as you tried to capture him. I’ve never killed anyone in my life, so I’m not about to let you or your incompetent morons kill people as you try to grab some tourist,” I told her in that same scary as shit Russian dialect. “I’m sure you already know of your good fortune. If I were anyone else, you would be dead, not incapacitated. Your sore cunt is your only injury. When you finally manage to free yourself, I suggest you cut your losses on this contract and disappear. Whoever hired you is going to get to meet with me, just not on their terms\, or how the expected. It won’t be a pleasant meeting.”

Once I had pulled the energy out of her to make her sleep for close three hours, like the others, I slipped out to get back to the workshop without showing up on any cameras. I used the place in my head to help me navigate to the bedroom in the forge without being seen. I change my clothes, turned my hair back to my “dyed” color, and then took the clothes I had bought to the furnace. To anyone looking, I was checking the crucibles in there currently. The clothes vaporized as soon as they hit the superheated air inside.

As I walked into the changing room to get into my coveralls, shirts, and boots, the man-in-the-machine updated me on dealing with the persons who had me followed to see if they could capture me.

I wasn’t sure I was completely cool with the man-in-the-machine having made androids that looked exactly like me, but his reasoning was out being able to have one that can get to any place in the world quickly had a greater benefit than the detriment of pissing me off.

He does have a point, but it still kind of creepy.

When I put on my sunglasses, he showed me how he triggered pings of my ultimate security badge along the way from Toledo to an airport a few miles from where he said the person that had hired the people to follow me had been communicating with them. As soon as the first few brief pings of my high-security badge, along with them not being able to reach their people I had put to sleep here in Toledo, that person bolted or tried to. They had no clue that there was no place they were going to be able to hide now unless they got in a tunnel somewhere that came out miles away in a cave with no electronics of any sort. No more ultimate security badge pings showed up after the small airport. My android was sitting in a chair inside a heavily secured panic room somewhere in Russia, where the local dialect was the scary one I had spoken to my followers.

The man-in-the-machine had already hacked into the whole building, so it was trivial to get the android into the panic room, as well as put the building into full lockdown, as soon as the person who had me followed closed the door to the panic room. They first tried a bunch of long codes to get out. That didn’t work so they were coming over toward the chair where the android was sitting.

“I got your message,” my android said perfectly clearly in the scary Russian dialect. “I took the luxury of using your computer to pay the freelancers you hired to let me know you desired to meet. They did deserve the pittance you paid them. If you want good help, you must pay them properly. Not that it matters. If a group of the world’s top mercenaries couldn’t capture me on an island, with thermal cameras, and a spy satellite, when I was much smaller than I am now, then you should have known those you hired wouldn’t have a chance. I wouldn’t have even bothered to take them out of action for a few hours if you hadn’t cleared them to kill any who prevented them from capturing that tourist kid you errantly believes was me. I don’t kill and will never allow someone to do so because someone like you was too arrogant to believe my movements could be tracked, much less have any chance of capturing me. Did you have something you needed to discuss or you tried to do the impossible?”

It was all said quickly. The man was wearing his brown pants. Too bad they weren’t dark enough to hide the dark spot of piss in front. What the man-in-the-machine found when scanning the computers in the panic room was that the girl who I had left shrink-wrapped to the recliner was his daughter. She hated his guts too. He only got her to go find me because he threatened to cut her off from any of his money.