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The world changes around me; not only where I keep returning, but everywhere. Males go from mating on ground and in caves, to building small caves where they enjoy mating. Others join them, building other caves.

The males I chose grow, and die, releasing the energy I gave them in a burst I hardly notice anymore. They have no always mated with males, and when they have male offsprings they too are mine.

They travel, some never coming back, finding other males, other communities, I now understand. They are no longer lone hunters, they hunt in groups, they desire more than fulfilling the needs of their body. With each burst of energy I understand what they are a little more.

That part of me, which refuses me, continues to be a place I return to often, drawn by it as well as the males who have sex there. There is now a building, but the walls do not stop me. The part of me, what refuses me, has been unearth, and they understand it is more than what it looks like to them.

They place it on a pedestal, a place of honor within their house of worship. One of the male is chosen by them to protect it from the others. He speaks to it, asks it for favors, to ensure the hunt is successful, that the offsprings are strong and virile.

He asks those things of me.

I can not answer, even when the pleading is strong, angry; when many in the village die because there are few animals. I want to help, but I discover that I am limited. I can affect the males, but only in making them more sexual, more powerful. I cannot draw animals to the village for them to eat, I cannot make the trees flower and fruit.

I look for ways I can help as the world changes around me.

I am drawn back to the part of me that refuses me by a surge of energy. It is in a male's hand. Not the current assigned protector. The male stands tall, hard and speaks; to them, not it. The other males are having sex, but there is something different to it.

I take a small step back, and watch how it came to this. I watch the male stand after he is done with the sex, he is tentative, he watches the part of me that refuses me. He approaches it, contemplates it, reaches for it.

The current protector stop hims, they talk, they grow agitated, they fight and the protector is shoved away. The male places a hand on the part of me that refuses me and laughs. The protector stands, the demeanor is no longer angry.

They talk again, the protector is stern, but still no longer angry. He instructs the male to return with the others. To go back to worshiping.

Instead, the male closes his hand on the part of me that refuses me. I see the energy contained in it flow through him, and he tells the protector to get on all four, to raise his tail to him.

Surprised, the protector obeys. He obeys without wanting to, and the male mates him. Then he mates one of the others and another one after that, and he forces them to mate each other. The energy of the mating is the same when it reaches me, but a little goes to him instead.

When the male is the only one left who is conscious, and is still hard, he contemplates what he is holding, the males sprawled on the floor, exhausted.

With a predatory grin, the male exits the building, and leaves the village.

* * * * *

I came awake and for an instant I was Him, from the dream, instead of me, and mentally cursed. Of course He didn't listen. I was just a plaything to Him. Probably not even that, one insignificant thrust in the constant sex He was having.

"Are you getting any sleep?" Tom asks from the back seat. He hadn't argued letting Kevin drive, for once, because Tom, had managed to sprain his ankle as they walked to the car.

"Don't you know?" I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Don't you check the recordings every morning and jerk off to them?"

"I'm not a voyeur, Brislow, I don't have cameras inside your house. If someone makes in it there, I'm done caring what they are up to."

"Hows the feet?"

"My ankle's fine. When we're done here to can heal it."

"I could do it now."

"You need that sexual energy for that." He pointed to my right.

I look at the precinct; my old precinct. I don't feel the pang of loss I expected. I've only been here a handful of time over the last two years, each one because I was accused of one crime or another. Each time, my lawyer from Malek, Malek and Juniper, was there, waiting for me. I expected these guys had a bigger intelligence network than even the NSA. Within minutes the charges were dealt with, and I was back outside.

"Are you sure we weren't followed?" I asked Kevin.

"Nah, I lost them back on Bonaventure, I weaved in front of a car and braked, and sped up. That almost caused an accident, which kept the police from being able to follow, then I drove to Malcolm, the traffic there's nice and peaceful so if anyone wants to follow us they have to be really careful. Mister Marrows taught me how to spot people following us, it's not as easy as I thought, not when they know what they are doing. Movies really don't do a good job of that. Did you know that your can--"

I closed Kevin's muzzle with two fingers. "Just nod if you are certain we weren't followed."

Kevin nodded.

I let go of his muzzle and he opened it to day something. I closed it shut again. "I think I need to start carrying a dildo to give your mouth something to do other than talk."

Kevin made a face.

I grinned. "Then someone for you to suck off when I want silence."

Kevin looked at Tom.

"Kid," the badger said, "I'm not like the cheetah. I have limits, you want to fuck me, you do right ahead, but I've heard you talk while having sex and Brislow is looking to silence you. We're going to have to bring someone else on this little drives."

"Or, alternatively, you can keep driving," I said. "In this case that might be better. If Alice sees us, she's going to drop a building on the car. Drive around the block, but stay within half a mile of the precinct. I don't want to be yanked out of it."

Kevin tried to say something, but I kept his muzzle closed. He nodded. I released him and started the car.

"If you get yanked out," Tom said, "get back into your body because it'll mean we're in trouble."

I nodded and leaned back in the seat

* * * * *

I stood in a gray darkness illuminated by fain outlines of people and buildings. I watched Kevin move away, the only one clearer, because of the magic he'd been gifted by Adam. It wasn't as bright as the tiger, or any follower, but any magic was more visible here.

And there was a lot of it inside the precinct.

I stepped through the walls into the bullpen. Easily half the people there were marked. I couldn't tell who, the only distinct part of them were the marks, not their features. Was this Damian's work, or did it predate him? My stomach twisted; had the Gray Church done that to them because of me?

Alice and Riley's desk were unoccupied, but there was someone in my old desk. Nothing more than an outline, but no marks. Detective Hemingway was still free of anyone's influence. I smiled. Good for him.

Half the precinct, we'd have to check the others. I needed to know how much of my city was compromised, and figure out if this was a let over, of part of a plan.

I was ready to will myself back into my body when I looked at the back of the long room, at the marks there, in the captain's office.

I was in the office, forcing myself to make out the lion's details. The marks were on his right forearm, and I remembered him talking to me in an interrogation room, saying I was responsible for what had happened. He'd been rubbing his forearm the entire time.

I dropped in the chair, and its outline caught me. "I am so sorry, Captain."

He continued working on whatever was on his display. Of course he didn't hear me.

I looked at the thread, vanishing into the distance. Should I burn it? Free Sherman from his magical imprisonment? Would that help anything? Or would I just tell whoever controlled him I was on to them? Would freeing only the captain be enough, or did I need to free the precinct? Every precinct in the city?

I stood. "I'm going to fix this, Captain. I know in the end you won't even know, but this is my fault, and I'm sorry."

* * * * *

I let out a breath.

"Well?" Tom asked.

"Half the precinct, at least. Including Captain Sherman."

"Your old partner?"

"She wasn't there, so I don't know. I want to say she has to be marked, but she was already Church, so why would they bother? We know how fanatical they are."

"Her husband said her behavior was out of the norm."

"Or he just noticed the spikes, and not the building wave." I entered the address of the closest precinct. "Kevin, that's the next location, no hurry."

"Sure thing, Mister Brislow. It'll be about ten minutes. The traffic isn't bad, but there's construction down on..."

I tuned Kevin out.

We do four other precincts before heading back to Steel Link. The number of people marked in those is closer to twenty-five percent, but it's still alarming.

Another alarming thing is how I caught Tom sleeping twice during the trip.

"Shouldn't you stop worrying about my sleep, old man, and make sure you get yours? At your age, you need all the beauty sleep you can get."

"Brislow, once you heal my ankle, I'll kick your ass and show you which one of us is the old man." The reply had Tom's usually dismissive tone, but I thought I caught worry flash in his eyes.

Once in my office, I called Doc Merlin.

"Mister Brislow, how can I help?"

"Question for you, How is Tom?"

"You'll have to be more specific."

I tried to give a form to my concern. "You give everyone a medical after each mission, how has Tom been comping up?"

"Let me check. Well, all things considered, he's going pretty good."

"What does 'all things considered' mean?"

"It means that for a man of fifty-two, who had clearly lived a difficult life, he is in surprisingly good health."

Fifty-two?

"Mister Brislow?"

"Sorry, I keep forgetting Tom's a decade older than me."

"Thirteen years."

"Should I be benching him?"

"Mister Brislow, when Tom broke his arm, I--"

"Wait, when did he break his arm?"

"About six weeks ago. His replay was that he has too much to do to bother with that. He must have talked with one of people you have capable of healing, because when I saw him again two weeks later there was no traces of the break. I did give him a prescription for a bone reinforcer, since he's looking to be one of those men with early bone loss."

"Thank you."

I sat back. A broken arm. Not sleeping well.

Fifty-two?

Even when I called him old man, I hadn't considered it was true. It had always been a joke, because he was definitely the more immature of the two o us. Everything was a game to him, or at least he gave that impression.

Fuck, how much of that was to cover up the fact he could die at anytime? Tom had been a hired killer before I employed him, not exactly a profession with a great retirement plan.

I was also forgetting that Tom wasn't Society, we had magic coursing through our body, it kept sickness at bay, probably did a bunch of other small things to keep us healthy. I'd interacted with three Elder who were more than a hundred and they had been ferocious in bed.

The knock on the door forced me out of my worries.

"Mister Brislow," the otter began, sitting down, I was wondering if I can get a few days' off, it's my sister's birthday and I want to take her to [city name], well my old family, not just her, it would be silly just to take her, we're all going to celebrate her birthday, I'm probably going to invite her friends too. Then there's this guy she's been seeing. I don't like him, but it isn't my job to pick her boyfriends, is it? Do you think I should get more of his information and have Louise check him out? I mean, she's my sister, so I really should be looking out for her, right? But what if he's an asshole and--"

"Yes Kevin, you can take a few days off." I forced a smile. "You're probably due a few weeks if you want to take more."

"Oh no, I don't need more, I love this job, and you already force us to take four days off after each mission, so I get plenty of rest. Of course, rest isn't the right word, I'm still pretty tired when I come back, but you know how sex is for the rest of us, without magic to keep us going, it's tiring."

"Kevin," I said as he took a breath to keep going. "Go have Louise take you off the roster for as long as you need. Then tell Andriana when you'll need your vacation pay put on your paycheck."

"Right," Kevin stood. "Thank you Mister Brislow, I really appreciate it, everything you've done for me. I don't think I will aver be able to tell you how much--"

"Louise," I said, making shooing motion. "Go tell her."

"Right." He closed the door, and my gaze moved to Tom, who was talking with a few of the men.

Maybe I should assign him a permanent escort, one of the better sigil writers and someone to fuck him regularly so keep him topped off in magic for the sigils. It wasn't like Tom would complain about being fucked so often. Or course if he topped it would be quicker.

I chuckled to maybe. Magic as way to compensate for weak genes and old age. I could start a new company, I'd just have to figure out a way to hide the truth of how I was doing, just like--

I gaze flicked to Kevin, how was laughing with Jacob and Louise. Could that work? I wondered. If I got Tom's DNA fixed now, would that undo the decades of hard life he'd lived? Would Arnold even agree to it?