Project - Prometheus Ch. 41

"Going to blow it as you get here. Don't want to let on to anything more than we may have already!" Denny stated.

"If you're going to blow anything, do it now!" Inari said as she neared his position.

Seeing that there was nothing else for it, Denny flicked the switch and set the drone off. It was a small explosion, and he was far enough away to avoid the blast. Inari reached the man just as the drone went off, then drew her weapons and hurried forward. Denny was right behind her, with a trio of his drones tagging along, having them ready for whatever they might find.

The drone had done a good job, busting open both the hidden door and the heavy security door behind it. Inari rushed into the room, hoping to find Sargol, cowering or knocked out. Instead, she found the surveillance equipment and a chair that moved, like the man had just been in it. On the chair was an explosive device that had a readout on it, showing that there was twenty seconds left before detonation.

"The fucking bastard!!" Inari griped as she started backpedaling out of the room as Denny walked in.

"Damn! Lucky I got something for this!" the man stated as he tapped his wrist and sent a drone in.

The drone expanded and opened up a hidden alcove of some sort, which swallowed up the bomb. It then sealed itself off, holding the explosive within it as the last seconds ticked by. Inari and Denny cleared the alcove and were back in the sewers when they heard a small bumping sound. Denny then checked his wrist computer and sighed in relief.

"The drone managed to contain the explosion! Wasn't a high level explosive by the looks of it," Denny told the woman as they headed back to the hidey hole.

"If it wasn't a high grade one, then maybe he wasn't as prepared as we thought?" Inari questioned as they headed back into the room. They saw the drone sitting on the chair, as it had been when Denny had set it to absorb the bomb. The biggest difference was that the drone was smoking and some parts of it had fallen off.

"Fuck!! Looks like your drone is in need of a rebuild!" Inari chuckled as she surveyed the rest of the room, as it was miraculously intact.

"I will, but I have several more of these handy, in case we need them," Denny responded.

"Glad we dodged that bullet! But the fucker got away!" Inari growled.

"Consolation prize?" Denny asked as he gestured at the computer terminals there, which were up and running.

"I'll take it. Though I really wanted that asshole!" Inari huffed, as she set up a link to the Darkstrider as something else for Taal'ani to go through.

"Well, we might still get him!" Denny said as he looked at the one console that security cameras in the tunnels outside of the room.

"Here's hoping!"

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Sargol had indeed gotten away, but only just. He was in the tunnels, headed towards one of his more secure hidey holes, with proper defenses in place. Sargol was using the one route that didn't have cameras in it, as it was a hidden passage that was hard to see and find. The man was smiling to himself for being so clever until he saw a deputy step out of the murk.

"Reach and keep your hands where I can see 'em!" Willem called out, keeping his weapon trained on the Confed spy.

"You really think you can hold my ass, boy? I doubt you're even old enough to be off your ma's apron strings! How about you put that thing away and let a real man pass?" Sargol laughed, slyly reaching for his gun.

"I said keep 'em where I can see 'em!" Willem threatened, firing a warning shot at Sargol. The spy sidestepped the round, spun and drew his weapon, unloading the entire clip at Willem. Every shot hit center mass, and a few hit the boy's head, but none of them got through. Willem staggered from the shots and was a little dazed, but he shook it off and stared down at the Confed, supremely pissed off.

Sargol tried to reload his weapon, but Willem closed the distance before he had a chance and decked the man as hard as he could. The spy grunted in pain, as he hadn't expected the boy to hit him quite that hard! Willem hit the man again, which left the man staggering somewhat. He shook off the second blow and blocked the third, before launching a counterpunch, which left Willem reeling.

"Not so tough now, are you, boy?" Sargol taunted.

"Please! My mother hits harder than your weak ass!" Willem shot back.

"But your mother won't kill your ass at the end of it!" Sargol laughed as he launched a flurry of punches at Willem. The kid blocked half the incoming hits, but the other half went through. Willem sucked up those hits, then went at Sargol hard, putting all his strength behind each shot.

"Is that all you got, boy? C'mon! Hit me, if you can! Snotty little bitch! C'mon!!" Sargol laughed as he continued to taunt the boy.

The laughter was supposed to throw the kid off, but Willem didn't even flinch. He just kept coming at Sargol with a grim look and strikes like steel. Sargol was blocking a good portion of them, but he felt each one like it was a pipe striking him! The spy knew that if this kid kept going, then he was in deep shit, as he couldn't block or deflect such powerful strikes indefinitely!

Sargol went for one of his knives, but Willem blocked his attack, then clutched the hand holding the knife, before snapping it at the wrist. The Confed spy howled in pain and lost all sense of the fight. Willem capitalized on this and went straight for Sargol's face, landing blows that was pulping it!

Sargol tried to defend himself, but couldn't, as Willem's onslaught was too much for him to block. The pain of his broken wrist stopped him from putting up a fight. Sargol reasoned that he had no other choice but to run. He tried to turn and do just that, but only found himself staring at other deputies and Sentries with their weapons drawn.

"Willem, stop!" Inari's voice called out as she arrived on the scene.

"Why?!? The bastard tried to kill me!" Willem shouted back as he continued beating on the spy. His next blow hit Sargol square in the face and his nose exploded in a shower of blood and snot. Some of the deputies and men who were part of Dagan's crew were inclined to let the boy continue to pound the man into oblivion.

"That's enough!!" Inari shouted at Willem, as she raced in and held his arm back from hitting the man any further.

"Let me go!!" Willem growled.

"Be mindful of who you're talking to, boy!! As much as I want to see this piece of rat shit get beaten into a bloody pulp, we need him alive! While I would be all for sitting down with popcorn and a beer and watching you render him into a pile of bloodied meat, he is too valuable to allow you to kill him. Besides, I don't think he's up for fighting back in this state," Inari told him.

Willem then looked over to Sargol and saw that he had indeed beaten the man stupid. Not only was he a ragged and bloody mess, but he literally looked like all the intelligence had been beaten out of him. Willem then backed off, allowing the other deputies to close in and detain the man. Just as they cuffed him, Sargol started laughing at the lot of them, catching everyone's attention with his laughter.

"It took you dumbshits long enough to figure out what I was! But it's too late for you! Soon, I'll be the one in charge here and you are the ones who will be in chains!" the man laughed.

"You fucking asshole! When I get through with you..." Willem threatened.

"You can't do shit to me anymore, boy! Not anymore! This bitch here just put you in your place! So, be a good little shit and listen to your..." Sargol taunted, before he squealed so loud that he sounded like a stuck pig, as Inari had just given him a brutal cockshot!

The man crumpled like old paper, collapsing to the ground as he clutched his groin in agony. He writhed as the power of the hit was enough to have him nearly black out from the pain. Sargol focused his eyes and when he looked up, it was to see Inari squatting down in front of him, with a smile on her face. The laughter of the deputies and crew members echoed off the walls as she spoke.

"That punch was one of the many that you so rightfully deserve! I'm sure you are aware that I'm not the only one that has an axe to grind with you. I truly look forward to introducing you to the others whose lives you have ruined. They will all wish to see you, one by one, and I will enjoy making the experience a... memorable one," Inari said to him, her voice soft, yet full of malice and hatred.

Sargol looked up at the woman and knew that she wasn't lying about that. He knew she would see him punished in every way possible for all the crimes he had committed. At that point, Sargol truly knew fear as he was unceremoniously dragged to his feet and was led out of the sewer. Willem chuckled continuously as they walked, and Sargol thought to rebuke him, but was shut down with one simple sentence.

"Who's the snotty little bitch now?"

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"It is confirmed?" Daved asked over the comms.

"It is, sir. We got the son of a bitch!!" Denny replied, telling Daved the news.

"Dear... God..." Daved sighed, scarcely believing it to be true. "How many years... have we wanted to bring this bastard in?!?"

"At least nine, sir. We have him in handcuffs, and we're bringing him topside. We also checked him for any odd bits of tech and have found nothing," Denny told him.

"Good! Keep him contained and give the bastard no quarter! He's slipped away from us too many times to risk us fucking up!" Daved stated.

"I don't think that'll be a problem, sir! Inari cockshotted the fucker, and he's still having trouble walking!!" Denny laughed over the line.

"She what?!?" Daved replied, cracking up with laughter. "Please tell me you got footage of that!!"

"I do! Sending it to you now! We should be arriving in around thirty-five to forty minutes," Denny informed his boss.

"Understood. I'll be waiting," Daved grinned before Denny ended the call.

Daved couldn't help but smile to himself, as he had been waiting for this very capture to happen for a very long time! He'd led efforts to try to get Sargol, but each time it failed and he was always stumped as to why this was. Now that he knew how he was evading him and his deputies, they had changed their tactics and now they finally had him!

The sheriff of Tanith's Gully sat down in his chair and booted up the file that Denny had sent him. He watched as Willem beat Sargol up mercilessly, something that the old bastard had coming for a while now. Inari was a bit of a killjoy, but Daved lost his shit when he watched Sargol squeal like a girl when Inari dick punched him.

"Well, well, well, it looks like someone is having themselves a good laugh," came a sultry, feminine voice from Daved's office door.

"Jenque! It's good to see you babe!" Daved enthused as he rose to greet his wife. They shared an embrace and a kiss before he had his wife take a seat. No matter how many times he saw her, Daved couldn't help but sigh at how lucky a guy he was to have her as his wife.

The woman was tall, easily matching his own height at six feet, and she was lithe and muscular. This often reminded him of those superheroines from comics he used to read. She was fairly busty, easily a DD cup, but with their new baby on the way, that would soon get bigger. Her runner's legs fed into an equally tight and toned ass, which men would often stare at all day, often because of how wide and plump it looked.

Though she had a bit of muscle on her, Jenque had enough curves to draw any man's or woman's attention. She was a bit thicker than she had been in their early days together, but that was expected when you popped out five kids. Her mocha-colored skin and large, almond-shaped eyes was indicative of her south Asian heritage. As far as Daved was concerned, you couldn't find a woman sexier or more exotic than his wife.

"So, what brings you by the station?" Daved asked.

"Well, it's the case of two of my colleagues and coworkers being taken in by the deputies. On your orders," Jenque said icily.

"Well, there is a damn good reason for why we brought them in," Daved told his wife.

"Which is?"

"I could tell you, but I think I would rather show you," the sheriff said as he booted up the interrogation videos of Lohrek and Cahlayn. He played them both, one at a time, so Jenque could process what she was seeing. The shock and disbelief on her face told Daved all he needed to know about what his wife thought of the matter.

"I knew there was a spy mucking around in town somewhere, but I didn't expect this!!" Jenque breathed. She was horrified that two people she thought she knew had been Confederate spies!

"That's not the worst of it," Daved told her.

"What is the worst of it?" Jenque queried, almost afraid of the answer.

"They're the ones who are responsible for bringing the Neurocaine into our town. Passed it out to some of the gangs when they were just fledglings and built them up into what they are today," Daved informed her.

"WHAT?!?!?" she screamed.

"Keep listening. They admit as much as it goes on."

Jenque continued to listen, her disbelief slowly giving way to anger, then outright hatred. The rage on her face was plain as day, and she looked about ready to destroy something. Daved stopped the video as it hit the halfway mark, figuring that Jenque had seen enough.

"What the hell did you stop it for?!?" the woman demanded angrily.

"Didn't want to put you into a perpetual rage that would last all day. I figured you should have some good news to balance out the bad," Daved told her.

"What is the good news?" she asked, perking up at that idea.

"That we have broken the gangs that have been dealing in the Neurocaine. Confiscated everything we could get from the dealers and the suppliers. On top of which, we've finally arrested Sargol!" Daved told her enthusiastically.

"That is all great news, babe!" Jenque enthused, sharing in her husband's delight. "While I'm glad that shit disturber is being brought in, I don't understand why you are so excited."

"You'll understand why when I tell you this little bit of news," Daved told her.

"That Sargol is a Confed spy? It was a good lie, babe, and one I'm sure helped in arresting him," Jenque said dismissively.

"He is a spy, love. He's not just a spy, but THE spy. The one who Lohrek and Cahlayn answer to," Daved told her.

"Wait, what?!? You have proof of this?"

In answer, Daved booted up the video that recording the processing of Sargol's safehouse. The deputies were busy processing it, cataloging all the items they had found thus far. Daved shifted the focus to the arsenal of weapons that Sargol had stored in the abandoned home. There were enough weapons lying in the makeshift armory to outfit every deputy in Tanith's Gully and then some!

"By Shiva... how in the fuck did we miss this?!?" Jenque questioned, as she stared at all the things that were taken from the house.

"Well, we have Lohrek to thank for that. He's the one who was responsible for bringing in all the weapons that the gangs have their hands on. Now that they're ours, we'll put them to better use," Daved smirked.

"And you're bringing Sargol in, in cuffs?!? Holy fuck, babe!! You have been busy!!" she told him.

"Well, I can't take all the credit for this happening, but I will admit to having a large stake in all of this," Daved smiled.

"My husband... the badass sheriff," Jenque said to him sultrily as she stood up and pranced over to where he sat, before depositing herself on his lap.

"Oooooooohhhh!! Hon, you keep doing that right now... I'm going to have a tough time keeping my hands to myself," Daved warned. He felt his inner beast awaken from its slumber and now, with it roused, it needed to be sated.

"Maybe I want you to put your hands all over me," she told as she wiggled and ground her ass into his rapidly hardening dick. "Oh, I can tell you want it bad, don't you?"

Daved groaned and pulled his wife to him, pressing her lush body against his as he kissed her. Jenque opened her mouth in invitation and her tongue lanced out, seeking his. They kissed each other hard, as the passion between them flared with the intensity of the sun. Daved felt his cock jump the more Jenque ground her pussy into him.

"Door, lock. Activate privacy mode," Daved called out, breaking the kiss for a moment. Once the door was closed and the windows of his office darkened, he turned back to his wife and kissed her again.

Jenque took charge of the situation, tackling Daved to his desk, scattering papers and knickknacks everywhere. She got on top of him, grinding her entire body against him as she peeled her husband out of his clothes. Daved wasn't idle, as he too got his hands on his wife and slipped her garments off her body.

Daved took the time to slide his hands across Jenque's body, seeking out the points that he knew would turn her on. She shuddered in delight, as she could feel her desire for the man soar to a new height. No matter how many times they had each other, Daved knew how to turn her on in ways that left the woman gasping for air.

At the same time, Jenque was also quite skilled at turning her husband on, making hard enough to crack rocks in no time. Daved took command then and rolled her over onto her back before he slid her wet panties off her hips. Jenque yipped as the cold air touched her nethers, but sighed happily as she felt Daved's warm mouth on her pussy lips.

The sheriff sucked on his wife's leaky quim, gobbling up every drop of nectar. He made use of his tongue, taking the time to lick her outer and inner lips, making her squirm and squeak with joy. She thrashed about and chanted her husband's name like it was a mantra. Daved knew what he was doing. He was driving Jenque delirious with desire, making her demand to be stuffed good and hard.

Daved continued to eat his wife out, driving the poor woman almost insane with need. Her legs trembled as he continued to push her arousal further up to her peak, making Jenque feel like she was high. Daved knew his wife's body well enough to where he knew she would lose her shit when he did one final thing. He kept going, bringing her to the very edge of orgasm as he continued to lick her pussy lips.

"Daved... please... I want to cum!!" Jenque begged.

"Since you asked so nicely..." Daved said with a chuckle, as he took his mouth away from Jenque's quim. She felt the loss and craned her head to see what he was doing. Her eyes bugged out of her head when she saw Daved line his dick up with her cunt, then she screamed as he pushed it into her depths.

"Holy... Shiva... FUUCCKKKK!" Jenque hollered as she came on her husband's dick. She clenched him hard and Daved groaned in pleasure as he felt her inner muscles massage his cock. He just stood there, letting his wife ride out the high as she jittered on his desk. It was only when the movement slowed to a crawl that Daved started moving in and out of the woman who was his wife.

"Looks like someone needs it just as bad as I do," Daved grinned as he pumped in and out of Jenque.

"Uh-huh!! I do need it bad!! Don't stop!!" Jenque pleaded.

"Not going to stop, until I fill you up, twice!" Daved told her.

Jenque's eyes widened in delight at hearing this, and a huge grin was plastered on her face. She was sure that Daved had every intention of making good on his promise as he continued to plunder her. She tried to think if Daved would do it, as it had been a while since he'd done that very thing, but couldn't. What he was doing to her was driving all coherent and sane thought from her head as pleasure overtook it.

Daved continued to pound and grind into Jenque, pushing further along and into another climb to orgasm. She bit her bottom lip as she let herself be ravished like this, but then a wicked idea entered her head. She let Daved ramrod her a few more times, then turned the tables on him.