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Jupiter

The next few hours were just a hurricane of pure lust, bliss, and sex.

She moaned his name once more before collapsing onto his bare, sweaty chest. The room itself reeked of their musk, but he cared nothing of it since she was enjoying herself just as much as him. The pounding rhythm of his heart thudded against his chest while he rested his hand against her bare back and slowly stroked her up and down, feeling her shudder, still reeling in the afterglow.

Surprisingly, he enjoyed myself quite well despite his plot to kill her. She proved to be full of stamina and lust as once she gave in, she committed herself to him and allowed him to do whatever he wished. He decided to leave out much of the kinky stuff and just stick with the old fashioned sex, but he still made sure to let her know who the dominant one between the both of them. Since she was so much smaller than him, the panther found she could handle all he gave her with grace, still finding pleasure in what pain he had to be causing her.

They were both contempt and exhausted after all of it. Even as they tried to regain their breath, he could feel her tracing circles around his pecs, only proving that she still a little stamina left over. A very enduring woman to say the least. Such a shame he had to kill her.

She looked up to meet my gaze. Her hair was now a frizzy and curly mess but that would not matter later. As far as he was concerned, she wasn't going to have to worry about anything else much longer. The man felt a tad sad that he was about to send her on a one way trip to Death's front door, but he had to keep her away from such a power so that she doesn't use it against me. Jupiter had to admit, he enjoyed the past few hours completely and completely forgot that he was going to lay her to rest for the last time afterwards.

Her gentle eyes met his, and she smiled. "Wow...just...wow. That was...probably the best sex I've ever had."

The panther laid comfortably against my bed, allowing her to rest on his body. "Well, my sweet, I'm more than happy I could allow you such pleasure these past few hours. We all need to let loose and be people once in a while, right?"

The raccoon nodded, blushing while he caressed her body. "I suppose so. Does your wife know about this?"

He chuckled. "Of course not. It is our little secret, right?"

No doubt she would be confused after all of this. He had seen this display one too many times since this wasn't the first affair he had with his wife. The slaves back on his many plantations provided him with some of the best times he had ever had, allowing him to do whatever it is he pleased. It wasn't like they could say 'no' either. They were owned by him, and he could do whatever he wanted to with them despite their pleas.

He knew she would be conflicted between her own husband and the feline, but Jupiter had the best solution to the problem. He was going to end all of her problems, all of her stress, and all of her emotions all in the course of the rest of the night.

Finally, after a brief few moments, she nodded. "Yes, it's our secret. I promise not to tell if you don't. My husband would be devastated if he knew what I've done."

"My lips will forever remain sealed of this encounter, my lady," he smiled, carefully shifting himself until he sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the closest robe from his hanger and slipping it on. "I think our time together calls for a drink, don't you think?"

He saw her smile. "I don't see why not."

Perfect.

While he chuckled, the man stood up from the bed and made his way over to the bottle of wine, also grabbing the small vial of the toxin on his way. Once he filled the two glasses of wine, he then slipped the green toxin into one of the drinks, making sure to keep a mental note of which one had the agent. If he gave her the wrong one, he would be the next test subject for her.

Smiling slyly, he took the glasses of wine and made his way back to the smiling raccoon, finding her gaze full of lust and desire still even after the past few hours of deep love-making. Well, that was a stretch. It was more pleasuring for him than it could possibly be for her.

Thinking as carefully as he could without breaking character, he handed the scientist the poisoned drink then sat down right next to her and took a quick sip of the one he had. He let out a deep sigh of contempt then looked over to the woman he seduced and fooled. "Now that, my dear, is one of the best drinks of wine I've ever tasted in my life."

He saw her smile, teasingly pushing his shoulder. "Oh, you charmer. Thank you, by the way. It's been aged to perfection." She then took a sip of her own drink and coughed as it slipped down her throat. "Ahem, it has a bit of a bitter taste. I suppose it's more of an acquired taste, though."

At any moment the toxin should take effect if her calculations she mentioned earlier were correct. The feline set his drink down on the nightstand right next to his bed and waited while she took another sip, coughing once more. He saw the toxin take its effect with the wolf almost instantly, but he saw that her will was slowly breaking with each sip she took. She blinked more frequently, coughed more times, and shook her head while he listened intently.

Oh, god. He hoped that the toxin wasn't slowly killing her! That was his part to do, and he could make her death look like an accident if that happened. Even though there were cameras to watch what they did, he couldn't just drag her body out in the open and dump it off the side of the estate into the ocean. Guards constantly patrolled the grounds, making sure nothing was left to chance when it came to the safety of the owner.

Such a shame they couldn't protect her now.

It was shortly after she stopped coughing did he finally notice that she didn't speak. Had the toxin taken effect? Was she now under his divine spell? If so, he had to make sure and not take a risk.

"Are you alright, my dear?" he asked, tilting his head in curiosity. When no response came, he waved his head in front of her eyes Still nothing. "Say something, my dear."

This time, he was given a response. "Something, my dear."

Jupiter had to hold back the urge to blow from laughter. She was now under his rule! His word was an act of a god for her! Whatever he said would immediately become a part of her, forcing her to do his whim without question or hesitation, and he was about to put that to the test.

The man stood up and tied his robe on. "Come and put your clothes on, dear Adrianne. I have a surprise for you."

He didn't have to wait long. She was out of the bed and clothed her once naked body in a very quick amount of time. It seemed that the toxin not only forced them to do someone else's whim, but it also forced them to do it at a fast tempo that kept them on their toes. It was a minor detail that she left off on before she was drugged, but he didn't care either way. She was a slave to him now, but she had also served her purpose well.

"If a guard asks why we are out this late, I want you to tell them these words exactly: We wish to see the stars before they disappear as the sun rises. I want all the cameras turned off so that we are not watched, and order one to hand over his gun."

She nodded with haste. Jupiter couldn't help but chuckle lightly and deeply all at once. This could've been him if he had not been careful, so he was glad he was able to get the leg up on her before she did it to him. Astute as she was, she just couldn't help but fall into his trap so willingly. He expected opposition or some form of retaliation from her, but she gave him none for the entire two days he had been plotting this. She literally gave herself to him without a care in the world, and she didn't even realize it.

The pair walked out of his room and made their way towards the elevator. On the way to their destination, they met a few guards who asked them the exact same question Jupiter knew. Adrianne did exactly what she was told and ordered them to leave and shut off the cameras. They did not question her commands and made quick work of the cameras, and Jupiter just laughed and laughed and laughed within the confines of his mind.

Walking into the elevator with her, he hit the button for the top floor. From there on, it was all a matter of waiting. Though he was a patient man, he couldn't believe that he had pulled this off.

Oh, nothing could be sweeter than this, he thought. What he wished he had done was subtly force her to give the property over to him, allowing him the resources to research certain things before they were to be tested. There was a market for items used for slavery, and testing those devices before just throwing them out there would prove more profitable for him.

He had a thought. "Adrianne, look into what was left of your previous life and tell me what I need to do to have full control over this property."

There was no response from her. Seems what was left of her previous life was nothing other than a massive question mark. Pity it was. He held high doubts that she would just tell him how to control her property indefinitely. It was worth a try at least.

At least one good thing would come from this: Adrianne would be out of the picture, and he just had to get rid of her annoyance of a husband to be completely in the clear. He figured it wouldn't be too difficult to dispose of the man considering his wife gave in to death without hesitation. Getting rid of him might just be easier after he finds out about her death. Oh, he will be devastated, possibly enough for Jupiter to make another daring move. What that move was, he still needed time to contemplate on that.

The elevator stopped and opened. It seemed he was going to have to wait for another time to think about this. He already had his get out of jail-free card, so all he needed to do was get rid of the woman before going after her husband. It shouldn't prove too problematic.

Darkness still covered the sky with its white glowing dots scattered randomly through the vast open space. The moon was beautiful even though it was only a few hours to sunrise, yet it radiated light and cut through the darkness seamlessly. Even Jupiter himself couldn't believe how grandly beautiful the jungle and the night were together. The soft sounds of jungle around the manor still formed the perfect pitch of harmonies and tones that was just pure music to his ears.

Sadly enough, he couldn't enjoy himself quite yet. No, he was about to do some very dark things. It was going to start with disposing of Adrianne.

He led her through the patio-like roof, passing by the assortment of tables and chairs, before reaching the edge of the home where only a glass barrier kept people from falling off the edge. Looking over the edge of the home, he saw a long and deep plunge into the fast moving river. His eyes followed the winding river all the way into the ocean, keeping all the raging waters in his sights. There were plenty rocks and rough waters to get the job done if the fall didn't kill her.

His nose caught another scent as well. Following the strong smell, he looked out into the distance at the sky, confirming exactly what his very sensitive nose was picking up. A storm was approaching very quickly. He could see the dark clouds slowly begin to form around the jungle and the rumble of lightning grew in intensity with each passing minute. He even saw the quick white flashes out in the distance.

It almost felt he was getting a very unneeded bonus honestly. The storm would sweep the remains away and there would be no evidence for them to find of her. The only evidence they would need would be from him. He held the gun in his hands and she stood right next to him.

"Now...where is that camera?" he asked himself, looking around the open area carefully. Lo and behold, it was there placed right above the elevator, watching his every move. Or so he thought. It hung limp now, facing the ground. "Perfection."

It was time.

"My dear, I want you to take this gun, stand near the edge of the roof, and point the gun at me, please," he ordered, keeping his words slow and soft she ever order could be understood.

There was no hesitation. She took the gun from his hands and stood as close to the edge of the roof as she could, pressing her thighs against the glass roughly. He was so very close to pulling this off, but he knew for his plan to work that he was going to have to take one for the team. Of course he wasn't looking forward to it, but he needed things to look convincing.

"Now Adrianne, listen carefully," he gulped, knowing his explanation would have to be precise, lest he kill himself accidentally. "When I tell you to shoot, I want you to shoot at the center of my shoulder, not a millimeter further from the center. After you shoot, I want you to allow the recoil to push you back and force yourself to fall back, understand?

There was no response, but he had a feeling she knew exactly what to do. If she didn't and just fired at his face instead...there goes everything he worked hard to achieve. This was risky enough, and he did not want to do this, yet he needed to convince the guards that would hear the gunshot that she did this voluntarily. Without much evidence besides him, they were going to have to go from his words instead. He would get rid of the guards they met earlier as well to keep them from arousing suspicion.

Perhaps a few tears would convince them how much he cared for her. He was already about to take a bullet and make it look like she shot it, but he supposed a few tears crying out for her would only strengthen his devotion for her. It was a good plan. He needn't worry about minor details. It was time.

The panther sighed, bracing himself for another wound that would become a part of his body.

"Fire."

Zoey

Keeping Arthur focused was more of a chore than an actual part of my responsibility.

For most of the ride to Brazil, he was always on edge and felt antsy even when I spoke to him. He stayed quiet for most of trip as well, which was very odd of him considering I was with him and we both liked to discuss how to handle things in case we found something leading to Carlos. He barely spoke to me, or really anyone, who spoke to him. The only thing he seemed to do was constantly look at the map Carlos took and read over it again and again to see if he missed something important, like a clue of sorts. That seemed to be the only thing he was focused on. Carlos was the only thing that seemed to matter at the moment, so we just let him be when it came to the personal stuff.

I couldn't help but feel I was working with an Arthur impersonator. He really wasn't acting like himself. I guess I'd be a little off if someone I cared about was missing, but would I really be on edge to the point where I block out everyone else and just act weird? I admit that he had a hard upbringing, but he wasn't making the situation better by blocking us out like this.

Every opportunity I tried I would try to talk to him and start a conversation, but I failed entirely. He wouldn't focus on me at all. The clip seemed to be the most important thing in the world to him.

Sighing, I directed my attention towards the front of our speedboat. Night had fallen a long time ago and the sounds of the jungle quickly began to emerge from the forest. I saw a few ferals lurking about at our presence, but they didn't pay us much mind as time went on. Lucky us. I wasn't really looking to become alligator food on a mission.

We had two experienced Brazilian drivers take us up the river with our backup following right behind us. They knew this river like the back of their hands; at least that's what our translator soldier told us. I could only hope they were telling us the truth and not just bullshitting us.

They were skilled even with our speedboats at least. Turns out they were avid supporters of the Revolution and gave as much as they could to our cause. A quick call to Damien confirmed this and their allegiance, despite not actually being part of our number. Apparently they were part of those non-Revolutionary supporters who helped us from the shadows without actually being associated with us. A very confusing view of it, but I was glad for their help nonetheless. They were kind enough to show us the best way to reach Carlos's last known location before the current grew too strong.

I looked at my watch. It was pretty early in the morning despite our Brazilian helpers. They said they could get us up the river, but I suppose they forgot to tell us how long exactly it would take. We had a few days to scope this place out and search for Carlos, if he was still in one piece, but I did not want to stay in this jungle for more than a few days.

The running water from the current was enough to relax me. I sat near the back with Arthur, who finally shut off his communicator and holo-map of Carlos's route. Christ, I never thought he'd get his eyes away from that screen. I even told him it was dangerous to look at that thing for too long. Did he listen? Nope. And that was the reason he was out cold.

I sighed again. Maybe I should just leave him to his slumber until we arrive. I personally checked my own holo-map of the route, just to check and see how much further we had until we arrived.

"Hmm, only about eight more miles," I spoke softly, trying not to wake Arthur. "I'll just wake him up when we get closer."

Leaving him be, I looked out to the side where the forest stood. If I wasn't busy on a mission and my tolerance for jungles and forests wasn't so low, I'd actually find this place enjoyable. The sounds of the different creatures of the dark all blending together made for a nice tune. On normal circumstances, I'd actually be even more relaxed than that, but these weren't exactly "normal" conditions. We were on a mission to save a fellow Revolutioner, surrounded by creatures who could very easily kill us if we weren't careful. Even with high grade technology, we were still vulnerable to any sort of attack.

That's why I kept a gun loaded in my hand. Being a part of this cause was dangerous enough, especially out in public, but we had to face and deal with it because we were trained for tough situations. It was just a part of our daily life. We were both praised and hated at the same time.

"Why can't people just see that we're on their side? It's not like we're trying to take over the world--it's the exact opposite. I wish they could see that the Overlord and his minions are trying to make them slaves to bare feet. They don't care about the people."

"You got that right," I heard another voice. It was Arthur, and for the first time in the past day and a half, he wasn't glued to his holo-map.

I sighed. "I thought you were still asleep."

"I just needed a light nap since my eyes were lagging on me," he replied sleepily.

"You know, if you didn't stare at the map for two million years, you wouldn't feel the need for that," I snapped instinctively. Did I just sound like a complete bitch?

He seemed to think so, flattening his ears against his head and looked away. "I-I'm sorry, Zoey. It's just...I owe Carlos my life ever since he rescued me. Losing him is like...losing someone who's family."

I felt his pain. I honestly did. My parents and I had been separated ever since I was a young kitten. We were taken from our home in Florida by force, and then they separated us thinking that they could make a better profit at different auctions just to see who would bid the highest. I could still remember the price I was sold as.

One fucking million dollars.

Who paid that much money for a person? I always thought, and still thought, it was ridiculous to spend such a vast sum of money on someone on a hunch. Even after I realized who bought me was a multi-millionaire, I still thought it was stupid to pay that much. And so, for the next two years I was forced to clean a three story mansion and tend a garden that spread all around it in Texas.

I could still remember all the details exactly. I had been around twelve when a large Revolutionary force raided the mansion and killed the man who bought me, freeing me and dozens of others as well. They took me away to a base close to the Mexican border where they took care of me for another two years. Realizing I was doing nothing but sitting there and acting like a helpless little girl, I knew I had to do something to contribute to their cause. I wanted to find my family again and show them that I was still alive. And so I began my training back at the fleet and met Falk and Arthur, sparking our friendship and partnership.

My heart burned. I placed my hand on it and let out a deep sigh, turning away from Arthur. I didn't even know if my parents were still alive. For all I knew, they could've easily been killed a long time ago. What if they thought I was dead and decided to kill themselves? What if I was the cause of their death? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that happened! I could only hope and pray they weren't dead.

Anything was possible in this broken world, though. My mother could be a toy to her owner and my father could be somewhere far away tilling a huge plot of land with dozens of others, just like Arthur once did.

As far as I saw it, both Arthur and I had grown up harshly with very minor differences in how we joined the Revolution. We might have different means to reach the Revolution, but we could both agree that no one in the Revolution had an easy time growing up.

I finally found the strength to talk to him again. "I'm sorry. I was acting like a stuck up bitch. I know Carlos is special to you, and I know why. You don't have to remind me."

"I know," he looked away, sighing.

I placed my hand on his shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. We're gonna find him and bring him home, alright? If he's out there, we're gonna find him."

"I know, I know," he replied, gaining confidence in his voice.

I wished I could get him to smile, but I tried to no avail. He seemed to just be down ever since he found out about Carlos's disappearance. Not only sad but just mad in a sense. He was willing to rush into battle blindly without any regard for his own life, searching for a life that may or may not exist anymore. Even I couldn't be for certain if he was still alive out there, but I had to say something to reinvigorate him somehow. I just wanted the old Arthur back, not the down and depressed and angry Arthur who now turned reckless and foolish.

We were in the same pool when it came to the ones we held dear apparently. I was still hoping that my parents were out there--still alive--and searching for me too, and Arthur was searching for the same man who helped find and rescue him from his escape. The difference between our situations was that we actually had a lead on his friend while my parents were still unable to be traced and found.

Envy surged through my body, yet I managed to keep it all under wraps for the most part. How I managed that, I don't know, but I knew for Arthur's sake that staying down in the gutter was not going to help the morale between us even though this mission made me want to search for my parents even more.

He needed me to be strong while he couldn't, and regardless of what I was feeling, I had to put my emotions aside and put my duty first. Whether I liked it or not, I didn't care. A friend in need was all I needed to fuel my drive.

Time went by quick during our little conversation in which the boat made a slow stop and creeped forward down the river, intensifying the eerie silence between the entire crew.

I slowly made my way to the driver as quietly as possibly while my troops readied their weapons. "What's going on?"

The Brazilian driver turned to me and directed forward, his accent very heavy. "Look up there. There is this...house on a hill I've never seen before."

At first I thought he was just bullshitting me. Who in their right mind would build a house in the middle of a dangerous jungle surrounded by creatures who looked at you for their next meal?

Once I looked to where he was pointing, I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things. It was a house! Well, a well-designed manor built into the side of a hill extending into the river. The damn hill had to be around two hundred feet in height and about the width of a football field. The manor itself was built into the hill and around it like an observatory-laboratory thing. From the jungles surrounding it, I could distinctly see three watch towers that only appeared to be half the height of the giant hill.

As far as I could tell, the best means to get to the top was via helicopter, unless some poor soul wanted to be the fool and take the long way up the hill and probably die along the way. Whoever designed the building around the hill played their cards right and took the smart approach. No doubt the hill itself was guarded with soldiers patrolling the perimeter, and the towers would see anyone within a mile's distance and alert the entire area.

The drivers of the boats inched us closer to the shoreline where the tower's view would be suspended from us. Once our troops landed on the mushy, dirty beach, Arthur commanded them to wait for our order before departing. The same driver walked up to me and held out his hand. "I'm afraid we cannot take you any further, my friend. If those towers see us then we are dead men."

Unfortunately, he was right. They took the safe approach by docking us at this part of the river. Though we were still far from the laboratory, I couldn't blame them for wanting to stay safe. They were only volunteering to help us even though they supported us, but I didn't want their deaths to be on my hands.

"Alright then," I said. "Can I persuade you to stay here and guard the boats while we move up the river?"

The tiger looked over to his friend, who just shrugged, and then turned back to me. "If you return in two hours, we will be back. Back down river, we passed a supply shack rich in goods. We will be back before the storm sets in."

"Storm?" I questioned.

He pointed over the horizon down the river. Honestly, I couldn't see much considering it was still early in the morning and I was sleep deprived. Though I was a soldier used to this, the wear and tear of sleep loss never grew old. My eyes could faintly see the formation of clouds in the distance and now that he mentioned it, I could hear soft rumbling of thunder.

Without hesitation, we both took in slow whiffs of the air and let out long, drawn-out sighs. Years of being a spy and in Special Ops taught me a few good things that came in handy when I felt a mission felt two easy. Being able to tell when a storm was about to hit was just one of those things. It was a good ability Arthur taught me from his life of living on a farm, smelling the air to check the temperature and humidity. Something told me this guy and his friend knew about the technique as well and used it to determine storms when news-castors failed.

"It's gonna be a big one." I stated, feeling a shift in the wind just to confirm my suspicions.

He nodded. "It is, which is why this must be quick or else the river will over flood and become too dangerous. Two hours is even risking it."

I made sure to heed his warning. Okay, so he was giving us a minimum of two hours--well, really less than that if he was urging me not to--before the storm settled in and made matters even worse for us. Not only that but we also had to climb through a dense and dangerous jungle to get to a tall hill that had to be littered with armed troops ready to shoot at anything that so much as posed a threat to them. Finally, we had to sneak into the compound and look for Carlos, break him out, track through the jungle once more, and then get back to the boats before the storm made it impossible for us to.

Traveling up the river would be impossible if the river sped up too much, and we couldn't travel down the river or else we would have to face an onslaught of soldiers firing at us from all directions.

I looked at him and sighed. "Two hours it is. I need your word you will return sooner than that in case we have to call off the hunt."

"The trip there and back will take no more than an hour, ma'am. The boats will be ready to depart when you return, so we'll be waiting for your return. You have my word on that."

I had no other choice but to take his word on that. I couldn't just leave a few soldiers here on the banks to watch and wait for them to return or go with them to make sure they came back, else we would be down a few men, and we needed all the muscle we could muster. They took us this far, and so I trusted them, hopefully not foolishly. Trust was key in this war. For how could we trust someone if they couldn't trust us? I decided to take that risk.

Once I gave them the all-clear, the two drivers got back in our boats and went back up the river and soon disappeared among the mess of the trees and vegetation. I could only hope I wasn't playing a fools game, otherwise I had just sighed all of our death warrants Trust was a hard thing to come by in this war, and I had just taken a chance that could ultimately mean life or death for not just myself but for the rest of my crew.

Letting out a long sigh, I pulled my rifle from its holster and turned to face the others. "Let's get moving. We've got two hours before we become a permanent part of this jungle."