A-Cup Angst Ch. 04

Because of the different method of enslaving her, Helena frequently acted differently to his other girls, so Jamie wasn't stunned at her sudden, emotional outburst. Sandra drew Cyrus' attention away from them an they left to talk more about the cryptography they were facing. Rose and Sonya left as well and Jamie found himself hugging the tall blonde and feeling her tits shudder against his chest.

"Oh, Jamie," she wailed, "I'm so sorry!"

Jamie was feeling decidedly uncomfortable at her sobbing, so he rubbed her upper arms and whispered soothingly in her ear, "There, there, now. Hush, Helena, everything is all right."

"No it isn't," she cried. "Everything's turned to shit and it's all my fault!" Helena loudly decried her family's torment of Jamie and his family. Jamie tried to get her to settle down, but she kept crying and sputtering about her remorse, until he gave up on trying to reason with her. He hugged her tightly until she could hardly breathe any more. Once her sobs subsided, she tilted her head up and looked deep into his eyes. Their lips met and they kissed with a tender passion that Jamie had never felt before. He had merely wanted to comfort her, but her young flesh in his arms made his thoughts stray to baser desires. When he saw desire mix in with the vulnerability in her eyes, he wordlessly kissed her again.

They went to bed and spent half the day in it. After Jamie got out of her clutches, Rose and Sandra convinced him to ward Cyrus' house against scrying, and after that, they stored another power into his ring. Accomplishing all this, Jamie fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

For the next three days, Helena kept a tight lid on Jamie's bloodlust with a carefully concerted effort of distractions. In the morning, Cyrus and Sandra would give him an encouraging report on their decryption and a new crib would be thought up to facilitate the efforts. After a short drive to a random payphone to plant the crib, the girls would do their level best to keep him from mounting an assault. On the first day, they took him shopping for lingerie and he stayed with them for more than an hour, gobbling up their forms in the skimpy, see-through nothings they modeled for him. After lunch, they returned home and Cyrus had no good news, so Sandra broke down in tears in Jamie's arms, overwhelmed with regret that she wasn't a good enough cryptographer for Jamie's needs. Jamie comforted her. Jamie comforted her brains out.

In the evening, they'd distract him by engaging him and Cyrus both in talk of science fiction shows and fantasy books and video games. Soon, the time would come for the storing of another power and Jamie would go to sleep after that. Helena suspected he was just waiting until he had all ten power Jamies at his disposal, but that didn't stop her from doing her level best to keep him distracted for the whole three days.

On the morning of the fourth day, Cyrus woke them all up with good news. The encryption was broken in the night and the scripts he had set up to run automatically if it came to that, had hacked into the Johanssons' system. Jamie perused the entire network and gathered as much information as he could. It was the official Section network they now had limited access to. Half the stuff on the grid required additional clearances to access, but the files that were readily available for his viewing pleasure made his lips curl upwards in a fiendish grin.

Alice Worth was sitting in her conservatory and gazing off into the distance. She was decidedly avoiding looking at the ugly Jacobs residence in the corner of her eyesight. All of her family was beginning to avoid her, only Paul would still sit and talk with her. He was sitting across the table from her right now, sipping on a cup of coffee and waiting to see if he could offer his sister any comfort. Her cell phone rang and she picked it up and snapped, "What?!"

"Now, now, Mrs. Worth," chided Jamie, "just because you're holding my family in prison, that doesn't mean we should abandon all semblance of civility."

"Hello there, Jamie Jacobs," she said, loudly and emphatically. The boy surprised her by calling on her private line. Alice winced, her fingers snapping furiously, and the mundane agent, that replaced that kissass Moran she had left in Vegas, nodded at her signals. "Where's my daughter?"

"She's right here," said Jamie.

"Put her on the phone, you little piece of shit, or I'll have your mother gang-raped by the prison guards," she interrupted him.

"Mom," Helena's voice came on the line, shocked, "what the hell has gotten into you?!"

Alice heaved a sigh of relief and felt a tear roll down her cheek. "Helly, baby, are you all right," she asked. "Can you talk?"

"Yes, I'm alright and yes, I can talk," said Helena. "As a matter of fact, I was intending to talk to you about having the mother of my boyfriend arrested and his sister taken into foster care."

"Helena, sweetheart, now you listen to mommy," Alice said. "The assault on the warlock in Las Vegas has been officially filed and it's an open case with Section. We need to lay the blame squarely on these other girls and the boy, so your record remains squeaky clean. If I told you once, I told you a thousand times, even minor infractions like that can slow down your progress through the ranks of Section."

Sitting next to Helena and listening in on the conversation, Jamie was sickened by the realization this woman was ripping his family, innocent people all, in order to cover up a minor indiscretion. He took deep breaths, intending to calm himself, but his control was slipping.

"Mom," Helena exclaimed in consternation, "you're planting evidence against innocent people! That can't be legal! You have to undo this, right now!"

"Helly," Alice said, "fuck legal and illegal. The Jacobs are just cockroaches, nothing more. And these girls you're running with don't matter. All that matters is family, sweetie. You have to come to me now, so I can spin the story that this Jacobs boy kidnapped you and that I had to go after his family to get you back. Do you understand me?"

Helena needed to make things right for Jamie's sake. She opted to yell at her mom, that used to work. "Goddamnit, mother," yelled Helena, "I'm ashamed of you! How dare you go after my boyfriend's family!? Didn't you hear me? Jamie is my boyfriend! Let his family go at once!"

"Helly, sweetie," Alice intoned, patiently, "Mommy knows best. These people don't matter. Come home, and mommy will fix everything. I promise."

"You don't know fuck all, you old hag," Helena screamed at the phone. She needed to take a different tack. An ultimatum. "These are my friends you're talking about! My friends and my boyfriend and his family! If you don't undo the damage you've done, and right away, I'm going to walk away from you and your whole family and I will never, ever, join Section."

The mundane agent signalled he had the number and address of the payphone the call came from. Alice wrapped things up on the phone with a curt, "Mother knows best, sweetie. You'll be thanking me one day." She hung up, leaving Helena stunned speechless.

Alice gave the order, "Mount up! We're rolling! Paul, you stay here and guard the brat!" Paul nodded and the house exploded into action, bounding into their cars and then driving off at high speed.

Outside the Worth mansion, Jamie and his girls sat in their cars, unnoticed by anyone. He used the Section network to email a recording of the conversation he had just taped to someone called The Suit, and started the stopwatch. He wanted to assault the house right away, but he forced himself to remain calm. They had timed the drive from the house to the payphone they just used to remotely call Alice's cell phone and if he could just wait ten more minutes, he could attack, knowing that the reinforcements were ten minutes away and completely clueless. His knuckles went white as he glared at the stopwatch.

Paul Johansson's cell phone rang and he answered it with a playful, "Forget something?" His face soon turned ashen and his bearing straightened. He stammered through the phone call, barely squeaking out some breathless "yes, sir" and "no, sir" exclamations. "I understand, sir, we're right on it, sir!"

"Paul, you ok," asked one of his two relatives that stayed behind with him.

"Fuck, no, I'm not ok," Paul retorted, "none of us are! That was The Suit itself on the phone! And it is pissed off as all hell! We've got strict orders to undo all we've done here and release the Jacobs family. We're to report to the airport for extraction by twenty hundred hours, and The Suit said it'd have us tortured to death and our souls trapped in eternal torment if we engage Jacobs or the girls!" Everyone fought to keep control of their bowels upon hearing that. "Don't just stand there, for fuck's sake! Dispel the traps and pack our shit up! We're sending the girl over the fence! Start now, we'll tell Alice and the others when they return." They hurried to undo their vast and potent magical preparations.

Jamie and the witches saw the foreboding magical emanations coming from the Worth residence slowly lessen and then disappear by the time the ten minutes expired. "We're on," he called into the walkie-talkie and exited the car.

The Worths' door exploded outwards in a rain of splinters that did not disturb even a hair on the heads of the three pissed off, young people that charged in roaring through the doorway in the very next instant. Sandra and Rose, benefiting from days of Jamie possessing them, read the auras of the witches in the house. With but a shared thought, they agreed with Jamie which one would take on which target. Each of the three unresisting witches felt their insides explode in agony as their own magic was turned against them. They lost consciousness and, moments later, control of their bodily functions.

Jamie bounded past them and climbed the stairs. He was drained by the casting, but the eight spirits spinning around him urged him onward with promises of safety. They pointed to his baby sister in Helena's old room. He opened the door and calmed down at the sight of her, sitting on the bed and looking out the window at their house.

"Hey, short stack," he called to her, "you okay?"

The little girl sniffed twice and reached up to wipe her eyes. She then turned to glare at him. "Why the fuck wouldn't I be, birdbrain," she asked, without much venom in her voice.

Jamie shrugged and smiled. "Sorry I asked," he said. "Come on, I'll take you home."

"About fucking time," she muttered, under her breath. "Oh, so you'll escort me the whole sixty feet, will you," she asked aloud. "How noble of you."

Jamie suppressed an eye roll and grinned sourly. That was the little sister he had known and barely tolerated. They walked out of the house, pausing for her to kick Paul Johansson in the ribs and spit on his face. After that, she put her hand in Jamie's and he led her out through the front door and into the cars.

"I know you're the slow sibling, big brother," she said, making the words big brother sound like the worst insult possible, "but out house is kind of in the other direction."

"Got a stop to make first," said Jamie. He didn't have the heart to tell her she'd probably never see their home again. They got in the cars and drove off, heading to the county jail. Jamie got his second wind.

Driving up to the jail, he spotted his mother, standing right outside. The power spirits remained calm, he detected nothing amiss, but he still didn't like the sight one bit. "Park right here, right now," he instructed Helena. "Guard her," he ordered, meaning his sister. He got out of the car before it came to a complete stop and rushed over towards his mother. She greeted him with a smile and arms thrown wide. The power spirits kept saying all is well, so Jamie relaxed and hugged his mother tight, for a long time.

"I got a message for you, Jamie," his mother said, at last. "I won't remember any of this after I say it to you, so you need to pay attention, young man." Jamie thought back to the times when Helena had spelled his mother's mind and he felt his wrath rise anew. They parted from their hug. He bottled up his emotion and listened carefully. "The message is from the heads of Section. They want you to come to Washington, D.C. and talk to them. They wish to extend their sincerest apologies for the wrongs done to our family and they wish to assure you that this whole mess had been done without their knowledge or consent. They've already undone everything and none of us will have any trouble with the law. If you come and speak to them, they'll ensure that nothing like this ever happens to us again. They will have a jet waiting for you at the airport. It takes off at eight, this evening. They give you their word that no harm will come to our family while you're in D.C."

Jamie listened to the message and then sensed the charm evaporate from his mother's mind. He hugged her again and walked back to the cars with her. She hugged her daughter, who huffed at the public display of affection, and Jamie ordered his girls to drive them back to his house. Helena chatted pleasantly with his mother, while she drove. He wanted to have his mom and sister pack whatever they wanted, and he wanted to do so under the Johanssons' noses, just to make a point. He was grateful for the chit-chat, as it drew the attention from him and let him think. How was he going to explain things to his mother?

Upon arriving home, he gestured to Rose and Sandra and they went to the back yard to watch the Worth house. If anyone so much as looked at Jamie's house, he was going to torch the whole place to the ground. His mom and sister went in the house and sat down in the kitchen. They brewed up some coffee. He had yet to come up with a way to tell them about magic and Section and leaving home for good. He couldn't think of anything to say.

Sandra entered the house and whispered in Jamie's ear, "The Johanssons have packed up and they just drove off. They looked really scared. They said they'll be waiting for us at the airport. Alice Worth was with them." Jamie nodded and considered his next step. He played back everything that happened that day and tried to review it all calmly. All he knew for sure was that his family had been hit and that it was up to him to make sure it never happened again. He thought long and hard at how his life would look if he had to keep his family on the run from the authorities all his life. He probably wouldn't mind it, he had always wanted to travel, but his mom would be torn up inside if she was suddenly ripped from the life she had built for a quarter of a century now.

That thought settled it for him. He needed to go to D.C. and confront the Section head on. He hugged his mom and sister and used his mind trick power to fix their memory of the last week. His father arrived then and Jamie did the same to him. The witches and he warded some of the jewelry he had bought and he had his family accept them and wear them at all times. He went to the cars and looked over his girls. He wanted to leave guards with his family, more than anything, but he was the big gun in their little group, and he was off to see the wizard. He ultimately decided he needed Rose and Sandra with him, to recharge his rings. Leaving Sonya and Helena was pointless, so they all got in the cars and drove off to the airport.

Jamie watched the Johanssons assembled by the jet through his binoculars. The three that had greeted them at the Worth house were still looking shaky, as they were helped on board the plane. "So, we're sharing a ride with them," asked Rose. "Giving Helena a half-family reunion flight?"

Jamie took careful note of the plane's registration markings on the tail and lowered his binoculars. "The fuck we are," he said. A quick trip to the tower and the airport lounge and a few dozen Jedi mind tricks later, the Subaru and BMW were loaded into a cargo plane and it took off towards Washington, D.C. In the hold, Jamie, Rose and Sandra stored a ninth power spirit in Jamie's ring and went to sleep in improvised beds. Sonya and Helena soon followed their example.

Daybreak saw their plane touch down at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport and their cars were unloaded. They had just enough time to stretch and work out the kinks incurred on the uncomfortable bed, avail themselves of the facilities and dig into hot coffee and donuts, before Jamie spotted a jet with familiar tail markings fly over them to land on the runway. "We're up," he shouted. "Let's go!"

They saw the Johanssons getting into a string of black S.U.V.s. They followed them through the unfamiliar streets of the nation's capital, until they parked in front of a completely nondescript townhouse. The Johanssons got out of the cars that promptly drove off. Jamie read the unease on the faces of the dozen blonde people entering the house. They looked to him like kids who got called to the principal's office. The power spirits swirled around him in agitation. They warned of great power in the house and promised to stomp it all into the ground beneath Jamie's feet.

He exited his car and walked over to the house. The rage that he kept holding back and bottling up, for over a week now, erupted and consumed him. His girls ran after him and shouted warnings and misgivings at him. The power spirits laughed at it and sang a heady tune of destruction and revenge. Just as Rose and Sandra caught up to him in front of the door, Jamie roared in rage and the front door exploded in a rain of tiny shrapnel that pelted anyone unfortunate enough to be in the front hall of the house. Despite his almost blinding rage, Jamie saw each shrapnel fly in slow motion. Time itself seemed to slow down for him.

The dozen blonde magicians hastily put up shield spells to protect themselves and Jamie unleashed the stored spirits. Two sailed out immediately and one wrapped itself around Alice Worth's aura, the other around the aura of one of her male relatives. They took command over their power. Alice's very magic resonated with the magic of all of her female spellcasting relatives in the house. The same went for her male relatives. The spirits exploded in their auras, expending themselves, as they were always intended to, and rendering all the Johanssons incapacitated.

Before they had the chance to even begin falling to the ground, spirits launched themselves at the other magicians in the house. As soon as magicians began to gather their power to cast a spell, the spirits saw their auras and melded into them, twisting their casting into a spell that touched the aura of the next magician that started to cast. The spirits then sacrificed themselves and brought low two powerful magicians a piece. In less time than it took for the unconscious forms to drop to the floor, or the shrapnel to stop flying about the hallway, Jamie's power spirit Jamies had rendered twelve Johanssons and eight additional casters completely incapacitated.

He bounded up the stairs, where the three remaining spirits told him danger still lurked, and rounded a corner. Two very grizzled and old men stood, flanking a door. They cast with incredible speed, but the spirit Jamies were even faster. One took over the caster's spell and rendered it into a spell of incapacitation that hurled itself at the other old man, sending them both to the land of dreams. Jamie hoped they had nightmares.

Armed with two stored spirits, one attached to each ring he wore, flanked by his girls and fueled by righteous wrath, Jamie used his magic to empower the kick with which he flattened the door the old-timers had been guarding. The sight that greeted him stumped him as much as it alarmed the spirit Jamies.

A suit of clothes stood behind a desk and no person was seen to be wearing it. Jamie blinked at the sight as his spirits communicated that they could not touch this enemy. They told him there was a person wearing the suit, but that was all they could tell him about it.