Heir to the Empire (Closed for asetikish )

[CoSurvivor]

Tuesday September 29th 2031.

Good Morning, This is Julia Wilder reporting for EBN news.

We begin today’s news starting with the death of one of the most powerful men, not just on Earth, but the most powerful man on the Moon.

James Titan, CEO and President of Viribus Industries died this morning at the age of 65. The sudden announcement comes as a shock to many as not more than two weeks ago Mr. Titan hosted a charity event, the Susan Titan Phoenix Event, named after his late wife. He’d taken the time to meet with reporters and guests alike. His oldest son Oliver, well known for his own skills in the business world, was also in attendance. He spoke highly of his father and as always, reporters questioned him about when his father may step down and turn over the company to him.

“Oh I don’t know honestly, My father is quite strong, I don’t see him retiring for at least another ten years. By then who knows who might succeed him.”

As of this morning, a lot of eyebrows will be raised regarding who will succeed in running Viribus, the company which grew from out of Jame Titan’s family mini van, as a transport vehicle, into a multi billion dollar company which many have accused of creating trade wars between multiple countries on Earth. Viribus, which now stands in essence of being worth close to 2 trillion dollars, is simply the only company that can get you to the moon. They are in charge of all transport to and from the moon, all mining operations, and colony vehicles that are launched toward the mars colony which is also seventy percent owned by Viribus Industries as of this morning. Viribus has lucrative contracts with a number of countries around the globe, and after creating their own launch pad on an island in the Bahamas. Mr Oliver Titan could be next in line, and at the age of 32, run one of the largest companies on Earth. He also quite possibly could be the man who’s decisions in the next few days will decide where and how many on Earth get to live for the next 20 years.

For now, we can only wait for our in the field reporter Jessica Simonson who is currently in Manhattan awaiting news from the Titan family. But, for now, we move on to current celebrity news, in England….



--- Freedom Building New York City, Manhattan Island.---

The quiet hum of the elevator rang out as it reached level 50. Oliver Titan checked the time, it had been 45 minutes since he’d last talked to Cassandra, his secretary, his project lead here in Manhattan. He’d eventually need to talk to her about plans to vacate the estate and move full time to the Titan bubble on Mars. He quietly stepped across the black marble floor, immaculate as it was seamless, his steps measured, the heels of his shoes clicked against the floor announcing his presence before he turned the corner and stepped toward the main seating area of the living room. Just last night he’d been visiting with his father both of them sharing a 40 year old bottle of whiskey, looking out at the ever changing skyline of Manhattan. They’d discussed the future, both of them knowing that today would become the most challenging day in Oliver’s life. Now, looking at the group of people who were sitting in the living room there waiting for him, he knew he had to gain control of the situation that had just exploded in the last few hours.

The sitting area was sparse, three couches, all in a minimalist modern style evoked his father’s sensibilities. The table which the couches surrounded on three sides was of a deep oak, stained and polished to a near mirror shine. Janice Sullivan, a middle aged woman who had been one of his father’s closest advisers stood up from where she was sitting and looked concerned and sad at the same time. She exchanged looks with the group of twelve men and woman who quickly stood up as well to greet Oliver. In a comforting voice that Oliver had gotten used to hearing over the last several years, she made eye contact with him then spoke.

“Were you there with him?”

With a simple nod, he acknowledged her question and spoke as calmly as he could.

“I appreciate that the news ‘didn’t leak from this room, everyone here knows what’s at stake and the fact that we were able to help him keep his illness from the world, from his enemies until preparations could be made. Which, thankfully are.”

Janice brushed a strand of her brown hair away from her face and patted at the corner of her right eye.

“So, it’s official?”

Again Oliver acknowledged her question with slow nod, and as was always the case with him, he was a man of few words.


“Yes, as of 10:15 this morning I'm now the new CEO and President over Viribus.”
The group, who’d been close advisers, friends and of course the executive board of Viribus signed, but also each one by one extended a heart felt condolence to Oliver at the loss of his father. Each of them he thanked, each of them he hugged lightly and clasped their hands as if he was reassuring them that everything was alright instead of them doing the opposite. When the room finally cleared, Janice remained.

“I’m sorry Oliver.” She said in a motherly sort of voice, “Your father was a good man, a fair man despite what his enemies may say. What is your first course of action?”

Oliver looked Janice in the eyes and spoke, his instructions clear and concise… There was much that had to be done.

When Janice left, late that day it was approaching 8:30 pm. He’d barely had anything to eat, each video conference stretched on twice as long as they should have. Then there were the reporters. Each asking for ‘one more question’ which happened to actually be three. He’d have to get used to the bullshit, and he’d have to get used to the invasive presence of the press. Until he could get to the moon. Once there, fuck them all, good luck getting a quote, good luck getting an interview. As much as Oliver had become an extrovert in many ways, he also just couldn’t stand dealing with reporters. He took one long look across the expanse of his father’s apartments, acknowledged to himself that these where now his… but he couldn’t bring himself to sleep here. No, the apartments would stay vacant, at least for now. Instead, Oliver turned off the lights, and exited the apartments, taking the elevator to the roof. His personal helicopter awaited him, spooling up the main rotors, the beast was a thing of mechanical beauty. Ducking under the rotor wash, Oliver reached the side of the copter and pressed in against the smooth metal with his hand. The door popped open and quickly he got in and put on his head set. The cabin pressure equalized and he could hear the short hiss of the door seal. Michael, his pilot of over 10 years greeted him.

“Back to the Estate?”

“Yes, thanks Mike.”

“Absolutely. And, Oli... “

“Hmm?” Oliver had been looking out the window, watching traffic on the city streets move like an organic creature, thousands of lights, all fighting to go the same direction.

“My condolences about your father.”

With true sadness in his voice beginning to seep through, Oliver nodded, and replied. “Thanks Mike, I appreciate that.”

Oliver had always been a pretty private individual, he’d surely lead the jet set lifestyle around the world as he’d been expected to, the last fifteen years of his life had been active. He’d jumped out of this very helicopter, parachuted to a friends party in Ibiza, traveled the Caribbean, and tried to light the world on fire trying to bury his own shynes, but in the quiet of his own home, or here with those who knew him best, Oliver’s guard didn’t just drop, it disappeared.

The trip from Manhattan to the estate in upper New York took the better part of an hour. If he’d chose to drive he’d still be stuck in traffic back getting off the island, instead he was looking out across the 100 acres of land that was the Titan estate. He’d taken over control of it once his father had moved full time to the Moon. It was only because of his last treatment, of his terminal diagnosis that his father stayed in his old apartments in Freedom Tower. The estate is where Oliver grew up, he’d travel back and forth from school, college, and regular trips up to Titan bubble on the Moon where his father had resided. Now, he’d have to decide what to do with the estate. He couldn’t stay here, too many prying eyes would be trying to get a look at him, He’d have to leave… maybe two weeks? Cassandra would know a good time line.

His eyes took in the landing lights just south of the main house, they were computerized and designed to give Michael plenty of light to land in any condition. The landing pad seemed like a tiny speck of light in a world of darkness. After touch down, the two men exchanged goodbyes, and scheduled pick up sometime tomorrow. With a final nod Oliver exited the copter, patted it’s side and ran to the edge of the landing pad. Watching Michael wave, then lift off and turn away, Oliver was saddened slightly; would the change of living quarters to the moon effect their friendship? Strange to feel this way but over the last ten years they’d become friends. Oliver paid Mike exceedingly well, probably twice of what any one else might with his qualifications, but with it came some… comfort knowing he was in good hands.

Leaving the helipad, Oliver took a short path to the back entrance of the main house, making sure his watch was close to the door handle, he felt the door click and unlock even before he’d finished turning the knob. Stepping in, and looking at the empty kitchen he grew introspective. His mother used to cook amazing breakfast here, his dad would take count between him and his younger brother Will of how many pancakes they’d each eat. Now.. looking across the room he didn’t see family here. He saw memories. Ghosts that haunted him, and reminded him of his duties.. From across the kitchen a lithe female figure leaned against a far wall which lead down a short hallway. She was lit from behind her features shadowed.

“How’d it go?”

“The meeting with the board? Or the damn interviews?” Oliver replied.

“Meeting with Janice, how’d they take it?”

“Oh you know, the board took it well, they expected Dad to live possibly another few months, it came as a surprise to everyone that the cancer was so progressive. No treatment could cure it. And as he’d said last night he could feel it in his bones that the end was coming. He probably knew, that’s why he had me over there last night. “

The young woman moved from the wall, coming further into the ktichen, her long black hair pulled back behind her ears, it was wet, as if she’d taken a shower, and was allowing her hair to air dry.

“Still… Glad that part is over with, big days are coming, you’ll have to make another statement to the press, they’ll swarm on this place, but we’ll have you well and gone by then.”

Nodding, Oliver simply replied “Thanks for your help Cass.”

“Hey what kind of employee would I be if my boss was floundering. Come on, don’t go getting all misty on me.” Cassandra Tulliver crossed the ten feet between them and rested her hand on his left forearm. “You’ll make him proud. You already have.”

“Can you stay, no nevermind...” He’d suggested something that was in the back of his head, Cass had shared his bed only twice in his life, Once at the very beginning before he knew how capable she was, and the second time was after they’d both survived a near death experience in Spain. They’d discussed it, and decided for the best, that it should be only the one time thing. Besides, Cass had nearly become like his sister, and while the sex was incredible, it had also been awkward.

Giving him a slight nudge in his shoulder, Cass shook her head, the long black hair tossing only slightly, she was wearing house pants and an aged UCLA rowing t-shirt. “My bags are in the spare room down the hall. I’ll be here. If you need an ear.”

Understanding her words, he smiled, and nodded. Then stretched his back. “Ok, thanks, please tell me you brought beer with you?” Nodding and chuckling as she turned around “Uh Duh…. Does a bear shit in the woods? Center shelf, just.. remember we have meetings all day tomorrow so don’t go getting shitty ok?”

Laughing in response, he knew what she meant, and reached for the door to the fridge peering in and smiling, then calling out to her. “Right. Thanks… and good night...”

Turning, Cassandra Tulliver walked back down the short corridor toward the guest room and shut the door after her. Oliver could hear the door close, thought he might’ve heard the lock click, but he didn’t.With a slight smile he nodded. “You’d be an idiot to try...” he thought to himself. Then looked at the data tablet she’d left on the kitchen island. After opening his beer, Oliver glanced at it and flipped through a few things, getting to the pictures he was looking for. Taking a sip he flipped through each one, looking, remembering, his memory of those two weeks with a cherished memory of rebellion.

Oliver could remember it like it was yesterday, He was 17 and pissed at the world. He hated school, hated his parents and couldn’t stand his kid brother. So he ditched school and escaped into the city, Manhattan during those days had been rough, he was a snot nosed kid, the oldest son of the riches man on the planet and he gets tangled up with a group of street rebels. At first he thought they were joking, who’d want to kidnap him? He’d just run away form a home he didn’t want in the first place. He remembered then, ‘she’ happened, and she helped him escape, they spent two weeks evading the police, the street rebels and his father’s personal investigators. They’d spent nights under the stars watching the rockets take off. And it was on a quiet rooftop that he’d had his first real kiss. He could remember her hair, her face and her stunning eyes. He remembered the feeling of being ok in his own skin around her for the first time in his entire life.

At the end when they’d run out of places to hide, they walked to the nearest NYPD substation and hugged. A deep longing hug that sank through to his bones. They exchanged things, Oliver remembers giving her a lucky four leaf clover pin, it had brought him luck, so in turn he wanted to give it to her, knowing the life she returned to, would be dangerous. She’d need all the luck she could get. She… she gave him a tattered pink ribbon from her hair. He remembered her pulling it lose from her hair and seeing the long tresses shroud her beautiful face. They’d kissed one last time, chaste, but powerful. That was the last time he’d seen her, despite trying to keep tabs on her over the last 15 years.

With the beer in one had, his data pad in the other, Oliver made the slow walk toward his end of the main house. Entering his master suite, he kicked off his shoes, took off his jacket, tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling his shirt out of his trousers he walked over to the remote pad which sat on his night stand and touched the button to activate the wall screen. The evening news was in full swing, the voices and commercials were simply background noise to his otherwise preoccupied mind. Stepping in to his bathroom Oliver took off his clothes, stripping down to his boxers and stood in front of the massive bathroom mirror. At the age of 32, he was about to be the youngest, richest man in the world. The last 24 hours had taxed him, he could see the bags under his green eyes. His dark brown hair was starting to show gray at his temples. Just a few hairs now, but he could see the salt and pepper hair of his father at 65 coming sooner for him. At 5’11” Oliver wasn’t overly tall, but he wasn’t short either. He was physically in good shape, he made a point of running at least 3 miles a day, and Cass would kick his ass in the training room for at least an hour a day to keep him active. He tried hard to watch what he ate, but snuck in the occasional bag of gummy bears. It was easier now than it ever had been to stick to a regimen. His life had gotten more structured, or nearly planned for him most days. He had to make the point of scheduling down time, and often that was interrupted. No relationship lasted that he could think of because not many could understand that despite appearing to be an extrovert, always in the public eye, always out there in the business world advancing Viribus, or one of his other side projects, Oliver was still cripplingly shy out of the public eye. Many of the alpha female types didn’t understand it, they expected his public persona to be the same as who he was at home. Which was why intimacy, or relationships failed. Thankfully most of the women he’d dated were of the same class he was, NDA acts in triplicate, and with the media more invasive than ever, he continued to turn inside. Cass, Mike and a handful of others were the only ones who truly knew him.

Walking back into his bedroom, he sat in his massive easy chair. He'd had it moved from his father's library in here, the thing was massive, a giant thing that was probably as old as the house. looking at it, he could see his father sitting in it reading to him and his kid brother before bed time.Why was he so meloncoly? Normally he'd have continued his evening routine without much thought, but tonight, tonight was very different. He was the last Titan, and that very fact sank in on him. Easing back in to the massive thing he put his feet up on the matching leather stool and began to review the data pad Cass had left for him.

Oliver turned his attention to the reports on Arcade Corp for the last several months and knew an attack like this was probably coming. They'd wait, plan and attack when they figured he'd be most likely to have his guard down. Little did they know he'd be waiting for them. Arcade was run by the Leonev brothers, two of the most ruthless men in the business industry who hoped to pry information about what Viribus planned to do in the next six months. They also dabbled in less... honorable trade of which got one of them, Evan dragged in front of a closed doors meeting of the International Board of Trade, or IBT as it was known internationally. Oliver had taken great pleasure in watching Evan squirm and pout as accusations of human trafficking were hedged against him. A short prison term, a hefty fine, and the loss of one of their best export companies eventually satisfied the IBT. But Oliver had placed himself in their cross hairs. Not exactly a place that many people wanted to be, but he welcomed their challenge their attack on his family and the company.

Now, Arcade Corp had hired the best to infiltrate and steal from him. They’d hired her… He'd studied her record, looked at the photos and knew his chances. She'd amassed one hell of a jacket. This would be a prime opportunity for either of them. Could he save her, the same way she’d saved him? Neither of them were kids anymore,but it was a calculated risk he was willing to take.

After an hour, Oliver had finished his beer and could feel himself relaxed enough to try to sleep. Pinching the bridge of his nose, and squeezing his eyes closed for a moment he took a deep breath to clear his tired mind. Getting up he tossed the data pad on to the stool and walked to his bed, reaching over he switched off the massive TV that appeared on his bedroom wall throwing the entire room into a near darkness. The fading light from the screen of the data pad cast a light blue glow through out the room, he thought one last time about walking down the hallway, past the kitchen and knocking Cassandra's bedroom. He shook his head and decided it wasn't worth it and finally crawled into bed. With one last thought, he opened his beside table and pulled out a small velvet box. In the darkness he knew what it held, he'd run his fingers over what it held a thousand times. Squeezing it once he put it back and closed the drawer lowering his head back on the massive pillows of his king sized bed.

Exhausted, sleep came faster than normal. Certainly tomorrow would bring more challenges, and rewards.

 

[asetikish]

Six screens surrounded Jen. In each of those screens, four different video feeds showed her different parts of the Viribus HQ in Manhattan and the Titan family estate. She had dithered over this project for a full three months knowing full well who was involved. She had done runs for the Leonev brothers before, but it was the first time they asked her to go after the Titans. The moment they explained the job, she seriously considered going legit. But what else did she know to do? Jen didn't have any qualifications or formal education to her name, and with the job market as tight as it has ever been, getting a job as a janitor was like vying senior management.

And she needed the money. No, to be more specific, she needed good money. There was no gig she knew that paid even half as well as what she did. Her price was steep and for good reason. She had never--not once--failed. Of course she was only ever contacted through her contacts, and even her contacts only knew her by the multiple voices that came over the encrypted calls. The only other people who she actually knew face to face were the members of Hijack...before most of them were taken down in a deal gone south that led to shooting and killing on both parties. She was 16 then, a year after she met him...

Jen looked at the screen where a helicopter took off. There he was. Oliver. He looked so different from when they were teenagers. He used to be so full of light and energy. Now, it was as if the world put its weight on him. And maybe it did. With his father's death announced earlier, he held the entire weight of an empire alone.

If the news had come in earlier, Jen would have turned down the contract, but it was only when she infiltrated a hospital with their family records did she realize that James Titan would probably die in a month. He died in two. Longer than she expected, but it still shook her. Stealing information from James was not the same as stealing from Oliver.

She watched him disappear from view as he went inside his house. Without a camera inside, there was nothing to hack into and so she sat there before the flashing screens wondering why she felt so apprehensive stealing from him.

Jen was 15 again. On a rooftop laughing as the baffled police searched half a mile away from where she lay under the stars with Oliver. "You want to know what else is reckless?" She sat up looking at his questioning look. He opened his mouth to ask, but she swooped in with a quick peck on his lips.

He looked back at her stunned, and she blushed surprised at herself for kissing him. She tried to laugh it off as a joke, but his gaze held hers and she found herself staring at him as he covered her mouth with his with a real kiss. And she liked it. Surrendered to it because it felt right.

Jen's eyes fluttered open. The memory a haze, as she touched her lips with her fingers. Oliver was the first and the last kiss she had. At first though, she thought he was just another one of those entitled kids, so when the Hijacks kidnapped him, she went along with it. But she saw he wasn't just another rich kid all bratty because he could buy the world. He truly longed for something more. And that was when she asked him if he wanted to do something reckless. She hid him and the rest of the gang went frantic trying to find him. Once they left, she smuggled him out, and since he still didn't want to go back, they ran everywhere. Taking unpaid bus and train trips, hot wiring cars and shoplifting when they ran out of cash to buy food.

It wasn't long until the FBI had become involved and they knew the running was over. When they held each other in the police station, she didn't want to let go. Deep inside her she knew, that whatever promises they were making to see each other again, that was not going to happen. But she promised anyway. And when he kissed her, she couldn't stop a single tear drop from her eye. She tried not to cry. To hide from him how heartbroken she was, so as soon as his arms loosened around her, she ran away from him, but she didn't leave the station. She watched him through the windows until his parents came crying and hugging their lost son...

And that was the last memory she had of him. That kiss. And she held onto that so dearly she had never let anyone else kiss her. The closest anyone else had gotten was a job she had in Italy, seducing one of the mafia bosses for access. Yes, she allowed his lips to her ear, her cheek, her neck...but she tranqued him right before he got a bit too frisky. Besides, she had the access by then. After Oliver, no one had ever felt right. Yes, she seduced people to get her way, but inside, she wanted to throw up every time they touched her.

Maybe it was just her, but she didn't really feel that attracted to her prey, man or woman. But one look at Oliver and it sent her stomach into a roller coaster ride...

She shook her head and growled at herself. Oliver and her shared a two week history. A kiss long forgotten and a promise to see each other that neither of them fulfilled. But of course, how could she let him see her now? He had become a successful man. An eligible bachelor who had different women clinging to him on different occasions, running an empire so massive it dictated the very course of politics.

And her? A con artist. A thief. A saboteur wanted in two countries that successfully identified her. Two countries she could never go back into without a mask. The good thing about China and Japan was that both countries didn't like sharing their knowledge to the world. Or their shame at being successfully infiltrated. So her information remained within their borders. Or at least, as far as she knew.

Behind her, her phone rang. She stood and smiled at the number, picking it up.

"Hello, Sister Lisa?"

"Jen, dear!" the nun's elderly voice could be heard smiling through the line. "The children are hosting a charity concert next month. They were asking if you could come and watch."

"I'd love to!" Jen said, her voice coming in pure through the other line. The orphanage was the only place she let her guard down. She owed it to them. After the shootout, she was barely conscious when the sisters found her falling on her face near the orphanage. They didn't ask questions and nursed her back to health, all the while, the sisters treated her as if she were one of their own. When she left, they never said a word. Didn't ask for anything, only that she could always come to them if she ever felt lost and alone. And she did visit them. She helped the nuns with the chores and played with the children.

"And Jen, dear? Another donation came in for a hundred thousand! You should really stop sending us all these anonymous donations."

"If it's anonymous, why are you suspecting me?"

"My dear, the only time we ever got more than five thousand was when you angrily told us that people should be giving more for what we do for the children. And all of them were anonymous. I don't think that's coincidence."

Jen laughed. Of course they would notice sooner or later. But they needed the money, if it helped children from turning out the way she did. "Look Sister Lisa, I really don't know what you're talking about."

"Okay," she said, her kindly voice amused. "We don't know who it's from."

"Of course. It is anonymous." Jen smiled. "So, just give me the details when it's going to be. I'll be there."

"Yes, of course. And Jen dear? Do take care of yourself."

"Don't worry about me."

"Oh, I worry about you more than I do all the children here combined. Just promise me."

"Alright. I will."

She hung up and smiled as she scrolled through the photos of the people in the orphanage. The images weren't as sharp, but because the phone was not top of the line. It was a phone that stored only the numbers of everyone in the orphanage.

Sighing she put it down and took her encrypted sat phone. She had given Arcade's down payment to the orphanage, which meant she had no choice but to pull through with the job. Preparations were to be made if she was going to go in.

---

The headquarters of Viribus Industries was not only tall. It was a massive complex of conjoined buildings. And with the day getting as late as it was, the only lights in the building were at the exterior and the ground floor. If her intel was correct, everyone in the building but for the night shift guards would have left. She had weighed the options between going in for a con and infiltrating, and in the end, the risk of running into Oliver was something she could not chance. It wasn't a matter of whether or not he remembered her, she was almost certain he had all but forgotten about her. She certainly remembered him, and meeting him might throw her off the loop.

Jen fingered the clover leaf pin on the neck of her black lycra catsuit. Oliver had given it to her as a good luck charm, and quite the charm it had! She wasn't exactly superstitious, but she was alive and successful. She zipped the suit all the way up to her neck, accentuating her curves. It was one of the reasons why she hated infiltration. Even fully clothed as she was, the suit left little to the imagination hugging her shapely hips and ass and squeezing her full breasts tightly against her body. Plus, she could not wear anything under it. It was anything but comfortable, and yet, it was the most efficient article of clothing for sneaking in.

Jen gathered her dark tresses into a tight bun and lowered the skydiving goggles over her hazel eyes. She backed up and ran, diving from the top of another tall building about seven blocks away. She pressed on a button on her utility cuffs and behind her, wings unfolded and she glided up and toward the Viribus building. The wings let her glide higher and higher the nearer she got to the building, making sure to avoid any of the lighted areas.

Another press on her cuffs and suction pads popped out of her left hand and her feet just as she came to the face of the building on the forty-first floor. She clicked her tongue missing a floor before climbing up the glass to the next floor. Her right hand produced a glass cutter and cut an entrance into the building. From there, she quietly made her way to the server room firing an EMP wave toward two security cameras that guarded the door to the servers.

Putting her cuff to the lock, the door unsealed electronically and she made her way in. It wasn't long until she located the correct server and opened it.

"Sorry, Oliver," she whispered to herself as she set to work. "Just doing my job." And she was. She didn't really think of the implications to the company. And she wasn't really harming Oliver in any way, was she? No. No, she wasn't. Companies did this all the time to each other. He would be able to handle it.

The transfer was almost complete when she felt an unfamiliar chill. She was not alone, and whoever it was, was right behind her and she didn't even hear anyone moving!

Always be observant Jen. She told herself. This is the price for being distracted.

She pressed on the side of her goggles and it darkened covering her eyes, sending her into night vision. As much as she hated night vision, she couldn't afford to be identified or she would be wanted in her own country.

 

[CoSurvivor]

"OW!"

Oliver winced as Cass made a right kick straight for his right left leg, then swept under his foot and proceeded to push him straight on to his back. Oliver hit the mat with a loud 'THUMP'. His hands clapping back slapping the mat to prevent his head from hitting the mat and rattling his brain.

"What was that for?"

"To wake you up.. you've been in a funk all morning.."

"Hmmph" Oliver got up on his knees and stood up. This was their thing, Cass would kick his ass first thing in the morning, they'd spar, she'd laugh and they'd both finally relax afterward. Cass was a world class fighter. She'd trained with the best, fought the best and kicked ass with the best. Now, she trained his tired ass. Oliver had enjoyed their sparing since his father hired her on almost 8 years ago. She'd become more than just an assistant, she'd been a bodyguard, a confidant and if anything his closest friend. When Will died, she refused to let him sink in it. When his mother died, she was there when his father and Oliver needed a friend. Now, Oliver was alone, but he wasn't. Straightening his stance, Oliver focused and attacked. They spared, he succeeded in dropping her once, maybe twice. He lost count of how many times she put him on his ass. They did this in a combination of silence and minor commentary. Only when Oliver had completed what Cass had intended to train him on that morning did things come to an end. The gloves would come off and they'd finally eat. Or drink whatever concoction Cass had mixed up that morning.

This morning had been the same routine as always, when they finished Cass made the short walk across the mat, headed to the fridge which held snacks and the daily concoction that she'd whipped up for the two of them. This morning she was dressed in a bright pink two piece outfit with black accents which did nothing to hide how fit she was. It only accentuated her assets, especially her backside. As she walked away, Oliver took the opportunity to watch her. Cass opened the fridge and leaned over grabbing their drink containers as she did so, she shifted her weight from her left to her right leg. The slight movement was enough to make Oliver sigh. Standing up she took a look in the mirror, noticed Oliver and raised an eyebrow, then turned and tossed his drink container to him from across the room. Quick on his feet, Oliver caught it before the container hit the mat and rolled halfway across the room. In silence she opened her own, took a sip and smiled approvingly then started walking toward Oliver.

"Oli, I know you've got a lot going on in that brain of yours, and while I can appreciate the looks this morning , trying to bore holes in my ass with your eyes isn't going to solve your problems. What's on your mind, I mean besides the normal boring crap."

This was Cass, she knew just as he did that none of the things on his schedule were boring, but she had to lighten the tone. Everything was now a giant problem and as the head of Viribus he now had a target on his forehead for any corporate attack from their enemies of which there were plenty. With a slight nod of his head, Oliver finally acknowledged and answered.

"It's about her..."

"The girl? Jen? Your youthful crush?"

Nodding, then taking the cap off the drink and smelling it, Oliver suppressed his want to make a face. He'd learned long ago, don't challenge Cass on the 'smell' just drink the damn thing and try not to think about it. Today's mystery brew wasn't as bad as other days, today it was actually tolerable. Taking a good long drink from the container, Oliver followed up his non verbal response to her question.

"I'm taking a risk, she could be the key to crashing Arcade, or she could completely fuck us. Cass, I've researched her, she's a good person, she's worth the risk, and... "

"And, you wanna bring her in from out of the rain."

"Yea. I can see the heat is starting to pour on her. China is gonna go after her, inside or outside of their boundaries. Her last supposed job burned them, and the Chinese have a reputation for being vengeful and having a long memory."

"Well, you know how I feel. We've talked about this before you started on this track before your Dad died. I think you know better than any what damage she could do. You did talk to him about it, didn't you?"

Agreeing with a nod, Oliver got up, drank the last of her concoction in one long gulp, closed the lid and handed the container back to her.

"Yes, Dad was maybe a little more cautious than I'm being. He figured if I wanted to pursue her, I should try to hire her through one of our subsidiary companies. Vet her that way and test the waters. He was right, but... if what I've found out is correct, Arcade is going to use her, then sell her to the Chinese. But if things don't go well you already have a plan don't you?"

With a slight nod, Cass replied.

"If she hurts you, if she betrays you, I'll kill her."

The sound in her voice was dead serious. At the level that they worked the stakes were always high, Running a multi trillion dollar company with a payroll that dwarfs most 1st world countries and employs more people across the globe or anywhere, risks could easily be taken, and numerous times they had been. This one just hit closer than many.

"It won't come to that. But you'll have to trust me."

Cass replied "I trust you, but this one isn't like the other bimbos and bottle blonde dye jobs you've dated. This has an emotional tug on you. Emotions make the powerful vulnerable and do stupid things they wouldn't do otherwise. That's not you. That's not what your Dad taught you."

Oliver approached Cass, and hugged her. This show of emotion wasn't abnormal, not in their closed circle. He'd never show such emotion outside of this room, outside of the Estate, but here, he could. Cass returned the hug awkwardly, her hands full with both containers. After a few moments Oliver broke the hug and spoke,

"I know. Also, Let's keep in mind you wore the pink outfit cause you knew I'd look.."

Giving her a smile, and a quick pat on the ass, Oliver ran for the door.

Calling after him. Cass said "I'm gonna KICK YOUR ASS tomorrow!"

When Oliver was well out of ear shot, Cass commented to herself while looking back at her ass in the mirrors of the workout studio. "Yea.. the pink was worth it, least it got his mind off his Dad.."

Following Oliver out of the workout studio with a bounce in her stride, Cass made one last comment to herself "Oh Oliver... so easy to distract. Thankfully..."

Truly she loved him like a brother, he'd done things for her, for her family that she could never repay. And, the sexual tension between them made for some good harmless fun. If this new girl Jen was what Cassandra hoped in her heart, she could be maybe, Oliver might completely come out of his shell, be the man she knew he should be.
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Day one for Oliver Titan as President and CEO of Viribus Industries was unlike any other day in his life. He'd flown back to Manhattan, the Freedom Building was only the private apartments his father once held. Viribus had taken over two city blocks near down town. The city council bitched, but when James Titan donated 1 billion dollars to improve the infrastructure of New York they gave in and gave him the space. This was after the October 2025 terrorist attack that blew up part of down town, rendering a number of buildings unstable, requiring implosion. Some business fled New York. But not Viribus. Six years later the skyline had changed, but New York was alive again.

After settling into his office, which sat one floor below his father's, Oliver meet with executive teams on site first, then the overseas teams. Finally he had an hour long conversation with Max Dent head security officer over Titan Bubble and Zeus station up on the Moon. Then there were meetings with numerous heads of state seeking to make sure their trade agreements were still intact. He'd be keeping business as usual for now, at least for the next few weeks. By 6pm he'd had conversations with at least the top 10 countries of the world. He was sure this sort of thing would drive him insane if he had to keep it up. At 6 he took one interview with the press, the only one he'd allow with Jessica Simonson a reporter with EBN network. The interview took too much time but thankfully it was respectful. At nearly 7:30 he was finally done. Once she'd been escorted out the campus was finally silent. The automated security systems were online, and ready for tonight's celebrity guest.

Cass met him in his office after escorting the reporter out of the building. She'd dressed for a day of long meetings, a gray blouse under a black pinstriped pantsuit accompanied by a pair of black 3 inch heels. As she walked in, Cass dropped her tablet on the edge of Oliver's massive desk, then joined him observing the security cameras and satellite video feed.

"I think that interview with Ms. Simonson will go a long way to assure the executive counsel that your Dad made the right decision."

"Agreed, I think the transition will be almost seamless. Of course with as big as we are, any change from up top takes at least 6 months to reach all levels, and takes at least 3 months to prepare. Some changes are coming, not all that people will like, but we'll thrive. "

Changing the topic, Oliver asked "Have you seen her yet?"

"Yes, Titan 5 has been watching her since she started moving in, She's using roof tops, sticking to the shadows. Her outfit is well, what I'd expect from a thief. Although it doesn't leave much to the imagination."

Oliver gave her a sideways glance, "As if you care. Afraid of competition?"

With a snort, Cass smacked his shoulder. "As if? Come on...She's brave I'll give her that, and she's got skills. Anyone who can con the most suspicious country on earth, the Chinese and get away with it has to have some serious skill. Or she's nuts."

"Probably a little of both. Where do we figure she's coming in? "

"Main building 35th floor, financial section. We won't know till she arrives for sure."

"And the data is prepared?" Oliver asked. "Oh yea," Cass replied, "The main network server went to local mode about 10 minutes ago. Unless their hacker has a manual switch in the software to plug the whole building back into the cloud, then Arcade is going to have a giant shitburger to chew on when they read the data."

With a subtle smile, Oliver exchanged glances with Cass. "And the last domino will fall..." they said almost in unison.

"Petrov should have left well enough alone. with his brother Evan serving 10 years in a Siberian prison, Petrov has been doing all the heavy lifting. He should have listened to you." Cass said. She then changed the picture on one of the 10 monitors to show thermal imagining. They were tracking their target from well enough out. When she took the jump, spread wings and sailed for the main building Cass looked at Oliver.

"That is impressive, looks like she's adapted a stealth suit. I wonder where she got it?"

"Three guesses, and the first two don't count Cass." They both knew who'd probably designed it, their science labs, since Viribus or a subsidiary is responsible for 100% of all military contracts regarding stealth suits. They were both making an assumption, but on her thermal profile, it probably was a safe bet.

Watching as she hit the building the two observed, and figured out where she was going. "Server room, 42nd floor. sounds like the best place. Cassandra finally said after watching for long enough. "You going yourself? Or are you going to try and talk to her remotely?"

Without directly answering, Oliver stood up. He'd changed clothes before Cass arrived, he was wearing a heavily modified stealth suit of his own, one specifically made for him. Pulling the hood up and over his head, Oliver then put his helmet on. Clicking a small button behind the right ear his visual sensors came up. he had a full HUD in his eyes along with a full schematic of the building.

Snapping her fingers in front then to the sides of his head to help Oliver with is audio sensors Cass asked, "All set?" With a quick nod, Oliver walked briskly toward the service elevator heading to the 47th floor. In his ear piece, he could hear Cass clearly.

"So what's your plan? Gonna scope out her curves then approach?"

"Ha.. Funny Cass, figured I'd go in through the access wing, slip down the back stairs in the server room and get behind her."

"Behind her? She's got a cute ass Oli, but isn't it a little early to be checking her out? I mean you've not seen her in person for what.. 15 years?"

Shaking his head as he reached the top of the stairs. Oliver spoke one last time. "Ok.. will you shut up.. "

No response from Cass came back over his earpiece. She was probably making faces at him. But, she knew just as well as he did it was time to be quiet. As he made his way down the stairs, his feet made no noise, normally the metal grating would noisily echo every foot fall through the small stairway but the material of his shoes, and the suit absorbed every impact. Once at the bottom Oliver quietly opened the sealed door which, from the outside looked like a server stack. The locked window case gave every outward appearance that indeed the server room was full, but in fact it was all window dressing, something kind of out of Wizard of Oz.

"You've got contact Oli, I can see her. Lost her for a moment while she took out two cameras with some sorts micro EMP. The girl knows her shit. She's off to your left. 20 feet, plugging into one of the servers."

Leaving his spot, Oliver carefully and silently moved behind her. taking a space where he knew she'd have to go through in order to escape. He stood there, completely invisible to the eye, thanks to the thermoptic camoflage built into the suit. For a good 5 minutes he watched, she'd started her scan, got to the files she was looking for and started the download.

"I"m placing the chimaera files now Oli, it'll increase her download time for a few extra seconds."

Oliver stood there, he'd thought this over a thousand times, how would he reach out? Would he touch her?

He made up his mind. and felt his stomach tighten.

Taking his helmet off he lost the assistance of his visor. The room was now bathed in near darkness. the steady blue lights that ran along the bottom of each server stack illuminated the room. The light, cast her in a glow, giving her a mysterious aura.

Oliver tried to say her name, but his lips were dry, licking his lips, he tried again..

"Jen...."

He called out to her, in calm tone, a voice he didn't entirely recognize as his own. Instantly, she froze. "It's me...Oliver."

Talking to her back, Oliver tried speaking in a far more confident voice. "I know why you are here. I know what you want, and I'm asking you to let me help you."

She turned then slightly, looking at him. Her eyes covered by the thermal glasses she was wearing. The pictures he'd seen, didn't do her justice. She had grown to be far more beautiful than he'd though possible.

Oliver stretched out his left hand holding it up as if to ask her to wait, touching a spot on his hip he reached into sleeve of the suit and pulled out an SSD drive which looked close to what he thought she'd brought in. Holding up the drive for her to see, his right hand showed her pink ribbon, wrapped tightly around two of fingers.

"I haven't forgotten you, I can't forget you. I don't want to. If you do this job, the Petrov is going to turn you over to Lein Chang. You know who that is. The name is familiar. Petrov will fuck you over, and Chang will have his way with you."

Holding out the small drive he asked again, "Please take what I'm offering. If you won't stay, at least take this, everything you'll need is on here."

From his ear he heard Cass chime in "20 seconds.."

Oliver watched as she turned away, his heart sank, she said nothing, then looked at the server, back to him and for a moment it looked like she was about to turn and walk to him. His heart nearly skipped a beat as he thought she was going to reach for the drive. Instead she swiftly made a side kick that hit him in the lower abdomen.the chip went flying. Quickly she jumped back, pulling out the chip she'd brought with her. Trying to get passed him she aggressively kicked at Oliver trying to knock him off balance. Deftly he parried her blows, making no aggressive or offensive moves backing away at each hit or attack she'd make trying not to get backed toward the door out of the server room. He'd been trained by the best to watch what she was doing and she hid her next actions while barely telegraphing others.

"Lights?"

"No.. no lights!"

She changed tactic then and charged. Tackling him to the ground, rolling over him and pinwheeling while kicking open the server room door. Getting to his feet, Oliver chased after her, grabbing the drive as he ran. As he reached the way she she'd come in, he noticed she was about to dive through the window. Calling out he tried one more time to stop her..

"Now Cass!"

Every light on the 42nd floor instantly lit up, blinding both of them for a moment. The sudden light forced her to pull her glasses off collapsing to the ground in order to shield her eyes. Oliver, without classes on was still effected but wasn't as surprised. Her blindness gave him just enough time to get close. Reaching her, he put his hand on her forearm and tried to help her up.

"Please don't do this. Stay. Let me help."

Her hazel eyes looked up, met his and grasped his wrist twisting, then kicking him away just as quickly. Without a moment to lose she jumped through the open window she'd come through.

Getting off the floor, scrambled to the window, all he could do was watch as she sailed out into the darkness. He could hear Cass over his earpiece."Now what lover boy? Looks like your crush doesn't want your help."

Replying just as quickly, Oliver retorted, "How would you react if someone you loved from your past just appeared out of nowhere and told you shit was going to roll down hill on you. Would you stay, or run?

"I'd whack you one good one and flee. Then make my decision."

"Sounds like you have your answer Cass."

"Did you slip her the drive? Like we'd been practicing?"

With a slight smile, Oliver replied. "Yep, behind the collar of her suit as I helped her up. She'll surely find it when she gets to where ever she's going."

"Good, glad you learned something from getting your ass beat the last two weeks."

Looking over at what he thought was an active security camera, Oliver have it a shitty look, then started walking to the nearest elevator. "When Leonev opens the files he gets from her he'll have a shit storm on his hands. Let's just hope he's as impulsive as his reputation says he is."

"Well, get back up here, we have some real work to do."

"On my way."

 

[asetikish]

No sirens, no alarms. Nothing. Jen walked through the streets of New York with a sweatshirt and jeans over her stealth suit. Spots of white still appeared in her vision, taunting her and reminding her of her failure. Yes she retrieved the data she needed, but they knew she was coming. Oliver knew she was coming. He was there...

Jen looked at her hand. It was shaking. Being more aware of herself. She was still shaking.

"Please don't do this. Stay. Let me help."

He reached out to her and the first thing she did was kick him in the gut. That was the reason why she didn't go for the con. Why she snuck in. She didn't want him to see her like this. Pitiful. Still on the run. A sordid human being who knew nothing else but to steal. And he knew. He knew why she was there. What she was after. And he knew about Chang. But she had been so careful! How did he know? What else did he know?

Before she knew where she was going, she found herself at the church, and standing outside was Sister Lisa. She stopped and both of them looked at each other. The elderly nun didn't say anything, but she opened the door to the church and nodded in her direction. Jen would have to say that she really felt lost, and so she accepted the silent invitation. Inside, the church was well-kept, but empty, but she knew where the sister was. She headed to the confession box and closed the door behind her. On the other side of the wooden lattice, she heard Sister Lisa shift in her seat.

"You have an uncanny sense of when I would come around. But you know I'm not here to confess."

Jen heard the old sister sigh. "Child, God sends us who we need. But more than that, you say things better when no one sees your face. You're too guarded that way. Now what is it?"

Jen took a deep breath. She didn't know if she believed in God, but she knew that it was more than pure coincidence that the nun was always there when she needed help. For a moment, she hesitated, but eventually sighed and decided to tell Sister Lisa something.

"I met an old friend," she started carefully considering her words. "It wasn't the best of meetings. He caught me doing something that could hurt him. But even so, he extended his hand to me."

"Sounds like a true friend."

"I don't know. We've only known each other two weeks fifteen years ago."

"Sometimes, the length of time we know others is not the gauge of whether or not a friend can be true."

Jen closed her eyes and nodded acknowledging the truth in the nun's words. She had run with the Hijacks for years, but no one encouraged other to be better. No one stuck out their necks for one another. In the shooting, it was every man for himself. Including her.

"You refused his help?"

Jen sighed. "Yes. I mean, how could I? I just did something so wrong."

"Again, child. God loves us all, and He will send us who we need when we need it. Perhaps, you should consider going back to your friend and settle things."

The thought of going back to Oliver sent her stomach into a weird combination of feelings that she could only describe as being tickled from the inside of her stomach. She opened her mouth, and considered telling the nun, but closed it thinking better of it.

"He's not just a friend, is he? Someone much closer to your heart?"

Jen couldn't help but gasp. How did the old woman know? How was people around her knowing about her without her telling them?

Sister Lisa laughed on the other side. "Oh child, it's not magic or divine revelation. I'm old. Been around the block. I know when people think of someone else more fondly than a friend. You remember, I work with people all the time. So relax. But again, my advice remains the same. Talk to him. Maybe your eyes wouldn't look so haunted and scared every time."

There were no more words between them after that and, even after Jen left the church, she was still left shaken and unsure. She headed straight for her hideout and slammed the door shut, letting her frustration explode with the banging of the door. She took off her sweatshirt and pants and started taking off the suit underneath when she heard a clack. She looked down and saw a drive she had never seen before. Curious, she picked it up and looked at it suspiciously. How did...

Oliver!

Again, her hand shook involuntarily and she took a deep breath to steady herself. She looked at the drive again in her hand and plugged it into her computer. She gasped at the contents. One by one, she opened he files. Location of safe houses, a new identity, communiques that Petrov was going to double cross her, an account and a video. She paused seeing the video. Did she really want to open it? It was named "For You". Her finger hovered over the mouse for a while before she took a deep breath and clicked it open.

Oliver's face appeared on the screen and she paused it. She looked at his image. He had changed. His jaw stronger, his eyes held a depth that pulled her in, and he looked so self-assured. So grown-up. She wasn't surprised that he had many women had thrown themselves at his feet. He was handsome, rich, successful and, if his reaching out to her was real, kind. Kind enough to overlook her offenses.

Taking another deep breath, she continued watching. His words had no script. He said exactly what was in his mind and reminiscing the time they were together took her back. She remembered how terrified he was for her for suggesting not paying for the things they needed at the store. It surprised her how he was not just worried for himself, but for both of them. At first, she thought he was only concerned for her because he would lose his ticket to freedom, but as he spoke, it was because he was genuinely concerned. She remembered his face. How he distracted the clerk who was heading her way and babbled incoherently until the clerk almost kicked him out of the store. They laughed about that when they reached an old, unused building and shared a meal of cold sandwiches.

It was one of the best meals she had ever had in her life!

And the smile disappeared from her face as he pleaded once again for him to help her. But why? Why now? And how did he know she needed all of the things he showed her? Had he been keeping track of her? If so, why now? Why not then when she really needed him? Why wait for her to infiltrate his business before he showed up? And if he had been keeping tabs on her, why didn't he fulfill his promise to meet her? Even once. Back when he was not a job and her cons had been simpler. When she had been shot. Should she really trust him now? He was just so different.

Jen shook her head and closed her eyes as the screen went black. She had so many questions, but at the same time, she wanted nothing more than to stop running and be with him. To know more of the man he had become. To accept his offer. But she was on the run, and she made enemies. If she went to him now--even if she could trust him--he would have other people chasing him. It was already hard enough to keep her connection with the orphanage a secret. Besides, she could still survive. She knew Chang's plans. His movements. She kept tabs on him.

Sighing, she took the drive out and put in the drive she had to check if she got the right data. No. His help would just lead to more complications in his life, especially now at this point in hers, and him as the new CEO of his company.

The folders were good. They were there, but her computer was giving her a warning. She opened the warning and the dug through it. There was a bug in one of the files and that it was spreading out through the crucial parts of her system. She let her computer do its thing to try and get it out, and as she did, she opened the folders and the files. The files were incomplete and the latter half contained "piss-off" messages from both Arcade's enemies and pranks from Viribus. And then her computer alerted her. It could not stop what the file had begun. Frantically, she pulled out the drive and suddenly her system went down. She scrambled to try and save it, but it was too late. Her whole system was rendered useless.

"No!" Jen kicked at her table. Without her computer, there was no way she could keep tabs on her enemies. No way she could stay ahead of him. Whether it was by design or by accident, Jen was left with no choice. But first, she sent the drive through courier...

---

Clad in a beige pencil dress, knee-length sweater and boots running up to her calf, Jen looked every bit like a high-flying executive in the corporate world. She stood by the sidewalk pretending to be looking at her phone as a car stopped a little in front of her. Out came a woman and a man. That was the vice president for operations of Viribus and his secretary.

Just in time.

Jen held her phone to her ear as if conversing with someone with a cup of coffee in her hand, all the while, her eyes kept track of them through her dark sunglasses. At that precise moment, she stopped turned about and seemed to get exasperated at someone on the phone and in that instant, the flustered secretary who was trying to keep up with her boss bumped into her, coffee spilling all over Jen's dress as she let go of it to quickly swipe and replace the ID on the secretary's lanyard as she tried to keep herself from falling over.

She cut off her supposed "conversation" on the phone and turned to the girl. "Really?"

The vice president turned back to them and looked at her secretary in disbelief.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am! I wasn't looking."

"Obviously!

"I'm sorry. I'll pay for--"

"You know what? Just go away," Jen said in her bossiest tone. "Go. I don't need you to cause any more havoc than you need to." Without waiting for her response, she went into Viribus HQ and tapped the ID on the turnstile to give her entrance. Luckily enough for her, she still remembered some of the details of the building enough to know where she needed to go.

Reaching the floor to Oliver's office, she reached the secretary. The gatekeeper to Oliver's room.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

Jen removed her glasses and lifted an eyebrow at the woman. "Is Oliver there?"

"I need to know who it is I am speaking to," the woman said professionally.

"Don't give me this right now," Jen said in a high and mighty tone that brooked no argument. "Your staff just poured coffee on me and I'm already late. You tell me if he's there because I have no time for all this bureaucracy when I'm in an emergency."

"But--"

"If I wasn't in a hurry, do you think I would take time to change my outfit to meet the new owner? God, woman! Is he there?"

"Yes, but--"

Jen didn't listen to what else she had to say, but she knew that the secretary had done as protocol would have her do. A silent alarm alerted the guards and they would soon be in the room as Jen opened the door to Oliver's room. She closed the door behind her and looked at him, clearly expecting her.

For a moment, she just stared at him and her breath almost hitched as did the first time she saw him in over fifteen years. The man was absolutely gorgeous, but the guards would soon be up and she didn't have time to ogle at him. Instead, she threw the drive at his desk.

"What the hell, Oliver?" She glared at him, this time, her anger not feigned. "Fifteen years you kept tabs on me. Now this? What? You want to come in as some savior? All these years...and now, thanks to you, I--" she stopped herself from saying that her only line of defense, her computer was ruined. "What do you want from me? What do you want in exchange for your help?"

Now that she was talking to his, she felt her cheeks sting and her nose getting progressively stuffy. Oh hell--she couldn't cry in front of him! She controlled herself. This was not the time to cry.

 

[CoSurvivor]

The previous evening had gone... well not as he'd hoped it would. But it was still productive.

Jen had skipped out, he'd followed her with Titan 5 as far as possible, when she'd slipped below ground level to the subway system he lost her. The rest of the evening had been uneventful. He'd turned in early, sleeping in the private quarters that his father had used many times one floor above his offices. The following morning, Cass arrived, they trained just as they always did. The early morning hours were as uneventful as he expected them to be.

At about 9:30, Cass pinged his office.

"Oli, she's on her way. She interrupted Van Warren and Janice on their way in. With a slight chuckle, Cass continued. "She made Janice spill coffee all over her and grabbed the first the elevator to the 40th floor.

"Don't stop the elevator, and tell Elise to play nice."

"Already ahead of you."

a few moments later he could hear voices out in the waiting room and watched the door to his office open and shut behind her. Even with a full cup of coffee spilled all over her, Jen still looked amazing in what she was wearing.

He listened, and his face never betrayed him once. He wanted to vault over his desk and hold her. let her know everything woule be alright. but it was best not to do any such thing.

She was angry, she'd been through all sorts of shit in the last 15 years, and he'd expected to get some of it, if not all of it thrown at him.

When she tossed the drive at him, he wanted to say something, but looking across the room to where Cass was standing behind one of the two massive pillars that stood on both sides of his desk, she pushed her hand down as if to advise him to let her vent, let Jen get it out of her system. He gave pause before he said anything, and instead let his actions speak for him.

Getting up from his desk, Oliver picked up the drive and pocketed it. He walked around and leaned against the front of it. Unbuttoning his suit jacket, trying to present himself a little more relaxed.

'If I'd reached out before now, would you have taken my help? If I'd come to the hospital and brought flowers while you recovered, would you have come with me? If I'd stopped you before you got on a plane to Beijing would you have forgotten your commitment and taken my offer?"

"You and I both know you'd say no."

"BUT, I'm here, now."

Pulling out the small drive so she could see it he turned it over, backwards and forwards in nervousness, then held it up so she could see it.

"This drive, it's a gift, not a bargaining tool to get you to stay. The money, the ID, the locations in Florida and New Zealand, they are yours. And, the files I have on Petrov that could sink him and his shit hole company into the dark ages. You do with all of it as you like. You could probably turn him over to the ICJ and they'd have a field day."

Flipping the little drive in his hand one more time, he tossed it back to her. "So you can't give it back to me. A gift is a gift, no expectation or want of something in return."

"My offer stands, I want you here with me. But you are going to stay because you want to, I'll never force that upon you, there will always be an exit. So, you can consider that drive the backdoor if you will.

Holding his hand out, his voice almost pleading.

"But, if you stay. I'll show you a life where your talents, your skills can make a difference. Where you'll never 'want' for a roof over your head, or wonder if someone like Chang is going to find you. If it's not Chang it'll be Petrov, or someone else.

"I tell you what, I'll sweeten the deal, stay with me for 48 hours. If you decide after you still don't want to stay, I'll understand. But I'll make sure that Sister Lisa, the nun at the church you told me about never needs another dime no matter what."

 

[asetikish]

The way Oliver looked somewhere other than her direction indicated that there was someone else in the room. Probably a guard hiding in case her head needed to be bashed in to keep him protected. Coming up to the room, Jen thought that Oliver needed the security, but now that she was here, a wash of emotions made her unsure. She didn't know exactly why to do coming here. She followed the advice of the nun, but to what end?

She waited and listened as Oliver tried to explain. She wanted to say bullshit. To say that neither of them would have known because he never tried. That the only reason why she didn't stop running was because if she did, she would find herself behind bars. But the words never left her as he talked about the church and the orphanage.

Part of her almost believed him, but part of her felt like all of this was nothing but a bribe. Perhaps the drive was bugged. Maybe he was just using her to get to the Petrovs. There was no telling how these rich corporate moguls played their games, but she knew none of them were above sabotage, deceit and lies. After a few hundred corporate jobs, she would be surprised to find one conglomerate that actually played fair and not get eaten.

But he mentioned Sister Lisa and everyone there. Remembered how the elderly nun compromised the commandment about lying to take her to the ER and say that Jen was one of hers unfortunately caught in the crossfire as the church paid for her stay. How the children, when she visited, had little, but were happy. How they were kept out of the streets through the little the church provided for them in terms of recreation and education. She had seen some graduate without getting adopted and lead good, honest lives. No running.

She swallowed up everything she wanted to say, but she knew the payment for this. If she accepted the deal, she would be exposed for those 48 hours. But it would make sure that more children would have the life she always wished she did. 48 hours and she would be on the run again, but this time, no monitoring to help her run where. Or she could stay and let him use her however he wanted. The rest of the world had already done so, anyway, why wouldn't she let him?

Because it would ruin her image of him. Of the young man she ran with wanting nothing but freedom. A young man who didn't care who he ran with. Where social status didn't matter and money played no role. But she had to face the music. Oliver was one of the most powerful men in the world, and she could make him make a difference in the lives of the people she loved if she sold her soul to him.

"Promise me," she cleared her throat swallowing a sob that threatened to come out of her mouth. "Promise me they will all be taken care of. That no one knows that I have a hand in helping them. I don't want them to become targets because of me."

 

[CoSurvivor]

"I give you my word, no harm will come to them, no harm will come to you. Now, before we go any further, let's get you cleaned up." Making a gesture to the coffee that she'd gotten spilled all over her in order to gain entrance to the building. "By the way that was pretty impressive how you were able to bluster your way in downstairs. Takes some serious guts to do such a thing."

Nodding over to where Cass was standing at, She came from around the massive column and stood at the side of the his desk. "Jen, this is my closest friend and confidant Cassandra Tulliver. She's one of the best, and without her this all 'this' could very well fall apart."

Cass gave him an amused look. rolled her eyes and then smiled to Jen. "He's being modest. I just give him a slight nudge in the right direction, on occasion, Oliver's pretty capable on his own."

At a statuesque 6'1 Cassandra Tulliver had dark brown hair and stunning green eyes captured only by rimless glasses. Cassandra looked entirely the part of an executive assistant. Today she was wearing a gray skirt cut just above the knee, wiith a matching vest and white button up shirt beneath. The sleeves had been rolled back to show her forearms. Cassandra was In her late 30's (Oliver has never asked her true age) although she didn't look a day over 30. She has the muscled body of a career athlete and with three inch heels on she towered over Oliver even more than normal.

Giving Jen a warm smile and waved her arm to the opposite side of the office from where she'd appeared. "Follow me this way, we'll see if we can't find you something to change into."

When Jen and Cass were out of the room getting Jen sorted out, Oliver took the opportunity to smooth things over with Van Warren, and Elise. His first call would go to her.

His conversation with Elise was warm, and he expressed his appreciation for playing along with the events that had unfolded in front of her desk. The abrupt arrival of the young woman who'd made her way into his office wasn't the norm. It was unusual for anyone to get that far into the building. The situation had been handled, however Van Warren needed to be 'soothed'. Especially since it had been his 'personal secretary' who'd been accosted. That took a couple other phone calls. To his surprise Van Warren was far more amicable than he'd expected, Oliver figured it might have something to do with his title change, but what probably won him over was that Oliver actually bothered to call. By the time Jen and Cass had returned, he'd lost the tie to his suit, and awaited their return with three glasses of water from the bar.

Handing one to each of them, he smiled. Cass piped up and interrupted his attempt to speak with a quip of her own. "I see you lost something, it looks good on you. And I see you remembered your manners too.."

Smirking at Cass then smiling to Jen, Oliver continued. "Cass tends to forget that we are in the office, and at any moment I could have a head of state either demanding to see me, or I could have someone from supply screaming up the chain that something didn't get done right so a flight to the moon gets cancelled next week."

With a slight shake of her head, Cass only replied "No... I don't forget, I only don't care.. because I'm here to help you, not them, there's a difference. And I'm not paid to be nice to any of you."

Looking at Cass, Oliver simply replied, "She's right...But more on that later, Let's get out of here, I've cleared my schedule for the next few days, Give you an opportunity to see the company for what it truly is show you where Cass threatens to beat me up every morning too."

Cass gave a half smile "There's no threat there Oli, I beat you up cause you need it.."

Giving Cass a grumpy look, he knew she was giving him grief because that was their relationship. But there was a solid brother/sister underneath. He let the comment pass and got up from the couch and finishing his glass of water. When he did so, he offered his hand to Jen. "So, which first, wanna go to the Bahamas? Or fly to Fiji?"

 

[asetikish]

Oliver gave his word, but Jen didn't know what his words were worth. The world was one big lying game to her with how she grew up, and the only honesty she ever found was in that orphanage. The only place where she could be herself. Let loose. Well, that and when she ran with him fifteen years ago.

Jen couldn't help but bristle inside. Blunder her way up here? That it took guts? That was her life. Every single job required a con. How she got their schematics. How she waltzed into the Chinese tech company. How she took an important piece of artwork from the Louvre. Going in a-la mission impossible was not her thing and she only did it when she didn't have a choice. That was not a blunder.

But again. She kept her mouth shut. Here, she was a girl in debt. A prisoner in his rich schemes. There were better ways he could have approached her, but this was how he did it. What else was this?

She looked between the woman, Cass, and Oliver and something knotted her gut. Jealousy? She had no right. She didn't know him and he didn't know her. But Cass and Oliver knew each other so well they might have been a couple. And they very well could be. They looked good together...though her towering over him a bit with heels was a bit off, but they did look good. She was as gorgeous as he was handsome. And both equally capable in the corporate world. It would have been alright for Oliver to introduce Cass as his girlfriend to her, but maybe he was just being cautious that she would sell him out. Caution well done.

She didn't protest as Cass led her out of the room. Neither of them spoke. The Cass that led her through the halls was not the Cass in the office. The Cass in the office was relaxed, if a bit wary of her, and very much lighthearted. The Cass that led her through the halls had the outer appearance of calm, but inside, she felt like a tiger ready to pounce on her neck. Even without looking at her, Jen could feel the protectiveness emanating from Cass. She could tell the woman that she was no threat, but if she knew as much as Oliver knew about, her (and she probably did) she wouldn't be swayed by mere words.

Cass gave her a new dress. Certainly prettier than any she owned. The back dress hugged her upper body, but thankfully, it was a covered halter top and the skirt flowed a little above her knee. Still modest, but it was more luxurious than anything she ever owned. She could feel it just in the fabric. She thought she was done, but Cass shoved a pair of heels at her and she sighed wearing them shucking off her flats.

They walked back to Oliver's office in silence and Jen couldn't help but think about all the women he's ever dated. Most of them were high-flying women in the corporate world, but there were a few who did not share the same background. Perhaps, she was going to just be another notch on his bedpost like the rest of them. The question was, why was Cass okay with it? Were they in an open relationship? She hated the very idea, but she had no business with their affair.

Coming in, she accepted the water from Oliver and, again, watched the exchange. So comfortable. They were certainly more than boss and assistant. She was observing them so hard that she was surprised that Oliver was actually speaking to her! More surprisingly was when he asked her where she wanted to go. Jen looked at him with a puzzled look on her face. Was he really asking her? Or was it a trick question?

For a few moments, she didn't say anything, but Oliver actually waited for her answer. She glanced at Cass for any hints, but the woman didn't seem to pay them any mind. Looking back at him, she chewed on her bottom lip deciding to play along. She had, anyway, sold herself.

"Fiji..." she said carefully, only because she knew no one there. And no one knew her. If there was a place to run, it was there. "Can I...ask why we're going there? Do I need to bring anything?"

 

[CoSurvivor]

With a bright smile on his face Oliver gleefully replied. "Good choice, I'll have to show you the launch pad next..but that can wait."

"Hm, it'll be a surprise, guaranteed you'll enjoy it. And no, you don't need to bring anything with you. We'll get you situated once we get there."

Looking over to Cass, he nodded to her, "Thanks for helping, and I've cleared the schedule for the next 48 hours. If anyone asks where I am, tell them I need time to reflect on my father's sudden death. A few will ask questions but I'm sure you'll manage."

Cassandra nodded, "I think we can manage till tomorrow night without you, but if something happens you'll be reachable, correct?"

"Absolutely, you know which line to use."

Nodding one final time in agreement, Cass offered her hand to Jen and shook it. "You are in for quite a ride.."

"Trust me Jen, you are going to LOVE this..."

Taking her hand before she could say no, or resist, Oliver lead Jen away toward his private quarters in off to the right side, in through one door way she could see a private room changing area, bathroom with shower and a small closet. Next to it were two small circular buttons, one above the other. Looking at Jen, Oliver touched the top one, as part of the wall slid open exposing a hidden elevator. The space wasn't large, and before Jen had time to react, Oliver had pulled her into his arms, "Sorry, never had anyone in here with me before, kinda cramped, can you click the top button labelled 'RF'?

Once the button was pressed the elevator door closed, swiftly taking them straight up. Holding Jen close as it took off quickly, Oliver tried to reassure her, "Sorry, should have warned you it was going to take off like that. The elevator is magnetic, so no need for cables, when the building was redesigned after the attack, we had a few of these installed, call it prudence when staff need to escape in the event of a terrorist attack."

In a matter of moments the elevator had reached the roof, the door swung open, recessing into the wall. A short staircase lead up on to a helipad. Taking Jen's hand again in his, before she could refuse, he paused at the top "Duck your head from the rotor wash.."

Once on the helipad Oliver lead the way across to the waiting helicopter, Giving a thumbs up just as he got close to the pilot, taping the side of the fuselage, a door swung open, Oliver held it open as he helped Jen inside, then getting in, closing the door behind him.

The interior noise was minor despite the rotors speeding up.

"Mike, this is Jen, can you take us to the Estate please?"

"Will do sir, Welcome aboard miss.." Mike replied before he put his headset on.

As they left New York he looked across the skyline, and whispered to Jen."I can never get used to the view.."

The trip took all of about 30 minutes before they reached the New York Estate. As they grew closer, Oliver pulled up his phone and typed in a few commands and put his phone away.

Oliver didn't say much, he allowed Jen to speak if she wanted to, ask questions when she wanted. but he mostly wanted to make sure she enjoyed the ride.

When the Mike set down the copter, allowing his passengers to disembark, Oliver thanked him and closed the door, patting it twice. Escorting Jen off the landing pad, he guided her toward the house and turned on a few lights. In the kitchen, Oliver typed in a code on a panel on the wall and looked back out at the landing pad.

The pad opened from the middle, rising out on a landing pad of it's own rested a futuristic craft, that looked like a military aircraft on steroids. "Don't worry.. she's not as terrifying as you think. But we won't be flying to Fiji wearing what we have on. I'll get you a flight suit and get you set up, then get changed as well.

He could possibly sense that Jen thought he was crazy. "Trust me, I've been flying planes since before we met, I've had my pilots license since before I could drive."

Leading the way down a short hallway of the old house and opened another door. Leading into a changing room. "I.. I'm sorry I don't have separate changing rooms. I promise I"ll keep my back turned as you change, or I can step out into the hallway if you like."

 

[asetikish]

Jen took Cass' hand tentatively, part of her still feeling like something horrible was going to happen somewhere down the road. But then again, she always felt that way about so many things. It was what kept her alive, whether the threat was real or imagined. For now, she had to do her best to play along and let herself get dragged along a room she remembered in her schematics. It was one of the rooms she wondered about. Oliver's own personal space. His sanctuary in this hectic corporate world. It was almost like a second home inside the office. A cozy, quaint place where Oliver could relax. It felt so...personal and she was surprised that he actually let her in!

He pushed a button and, while she wasn't surprised at finding the elevator there, she still couldn't keep herself from looking like a country bumpkin seeing the city for the first time. Still in a bit of a shock, she gasped as he pulled her into the elevator with him, their bodies pressed against each other in the confines of the little elevator car. Strangely, she felt...safe with him even with all the uncertainty surrounding her. There was something about him that calmed her. She yelped as the car suddenly moved and she held onto his arms. Felt the muscles beneath them and remembered the fight they had. He held back, that she was sure, but she was never really a fighter.

And what was wrong with her gasping and yelping like a silly little girl? She steeled herself and got her bearings back as they alighted the elevator. It was then she realized that her heart was pounding and not because of the sudden ride upward. She followed him as he led her to the helicopter and was surprised to find that Cass didn't follow. He really was leaving her behind!

Riding in the helicopter with him, she was surprised to find helicopter seats that were actually comfortable for once. But then again, the only helicopter she ever rode was the one she stowed away from in one job. But more importantly, she was surprised that he didn't have any reservations about taking her to his estate. Didn't she just steal from him? Wasn't he wary at all?

"I can never get used to the view.."

Jen looked at him and realized that he wasn't wary. He wasn't careful. She was a thief and a con artist and he didn't care. It was like...they were teens again. But this time, they were not on the run.

She looked at the view he was talking about through her window and really saw the view of the city for the first time. Not because she was jumping off a plane on a job, locking on a target, but because she was actually looking at the city. At the lights from the cars that were like blood flowing through veins on the streets. At the city itself that shone like glitters scattered by a freewheeling child on the road, the little scuffles of the ants below didn't matter.

It was beautiful, and a part of her relaxed. She looked back at Oliver, still enjoying the sights, and she mouthed a silent thank you before returning back to looking at the view. She wanted to say something more to him, but she didn't want to ruin the moment. This feeling of freedom that could very well crumble in another moment. Her first real feeling of freedom.

As soon as they landed, Jen still couldn't shake the feeling of freedom from the ride and it was easy for her to follow him into his house. It was strange to be so welcomed. To not have to go through any security checks or barriers. She followed him through his large house wondering how he felt being alone in such a huge house, with all his family dead. She peered outside where he looked at after pressing a button and blinked a few times at the aircraft.

"What...?"

"Don't worry.. she's not as terrifying as you think. But we won't be flying to Fiji wearing what we have on. I'll get you a flight suit and get you set up, then get changed as well."

"We're really flying in that?"

"Trust me, I've been flying planes since before we met, I've had my pilots license since before I could drive."

It wasn't that Jen didn't trust him. It was just...oh. He had to be back from Fiji within 48 hours. But to pull out all of this for her? Just because she said she liked to go to Fiji? She followed him to where he stored the flight suits and stared at him as he stammered.

"I.. I'm sorry I don't have separate changing rooms. I promise I"ll keep my back turned as you change, or I can step out into the hallway if you like."

Okay, to be fair, that was cute. She sighed. Part of her wanted to trust him. To really believe all of this was real, but she had grown up in the streets for so long it was hard to remove the wariness from every fiber of her being.

"I don't mind. You can stay," she said taking the suit. "I have a question though...well a few. I hope you don't mind." She started undressing as he turned his back, turning hers to him as well. "Cass is more than an assistant to you, isn't she?" The question ripped a hole inside her, but she had to continue. "Is she okay with all this? And aren't you even the slightest bit concerned I might still be conning you right now?" She paused realizing she had no other clothes for the next 48 hours. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable especially with just her underwear under it. "Am I going to wear this for 48 hours straight?"

She zipped the suit up and turned to him.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Oliver grinned while he stared at the lockers beginning to undress himself.

"You planning on staying in the plane for 48 hours? I don't know about you but I plan on getting out and putting my toes in the sand. Figured you might want to as well, but hey, if you wanna walk around in the heat wearing a flight suit that's up to you." He chuckled and added. "No, we'll get clothes at the station when we arrive, then head into the city and pick up anything else we might need."

While he listened to Jen zip the last bit of her flight suit up Oliver thought about her questions regarding trust and Cassandra.Once he'd heard her turn around to face him he did the same. Standing there in blue boxer briefs and a gray t-shirt he spoke earnestly.

"Jen, I hate to answer a question with a question, but how do you know that I'm not conning you? This could be all some sort of elaborate rouse, I could be assuming that you still work for Arcade and they are paying you to snoop on me, get in my house and get all sorts of dirt. You could sell everything you've learned in the last three hours to tabloids and probably make enough money to disappear for a year, maybe more. But trust has to start somewhere. You came to me, even after last nights event, so that means something. To me, it means you want to know more.

There's more.. a lot more that I want to tell you, but I can't. Not yet. Let's just start with the fact that you are trusting me enough to be with me for 48 hours. I'll show you enough of my life, my world to hopefully make it apparent that I want you here. That I need you with me. Now, let's checkout that flight suit and make sure it fits."

On that note Oliver went silent as he checked fittings on the suit, pressed a few small buttons on her wrists, and at her waist, then asked if the fit was better and more comfortable. Once he'd gotten her approval he turned and pulled another matching flight suit out of another locker and started putting it on in front of her.

"About Cassandra, there is more there, she's my best friend, one of the few people in this world that I can truly trust. But watching the banter between us I can understand where the impression might come from that there is some sort of intimate relationship. When we first met after my dad hired her, I was 24, she was at least 30, and I was a love sick puppy around her. I was all smitten and drooling on myself just to try and impress her. She took pity on me for all of about three days. Then has proceeded to bust my ass for the rest of my life. Cass is one of three maybe four people who have been with me through some of the roughest parts of my life, who know me versus what the public, or the company sees. Besides, Cass is a happily married woman to a Lieutenant Commander in the US Special Forces. She's got two kids who are in grade school and call me their favorite uncle. Cass keeps me grounded, which helps. If anything, she's glad that you're here. I hope that puts your mind at ease."

Finishing up zipping into his own flight suit, Oliver made a few last adjustments, then pulled two helmets out of a top cabinet and handed one to Jen.. Turning toward another door he opened it and ushered her outside, back down the walkway they'd used earlier to reach the aircraft that awaited them.

"The Aurora is going to get us to Fiji in three hours, she's technically not supposed to exist, well, not to the general public. But as you know Viribus is in the space industry. We are involved with transport of all goods, materials and supplies back and forth from Earth to the Moon,and Mars. Not to mention building 90 percent of all transport vehicles that run on fusion technology. So 'this' was built with me in mind as one of the company test jockies."

Walking over to the plane with her, Oliver pulled a small lever from under the wing close to the body of the aircraft and extended a short ladder for her to use in order to get in. For the next fifteen minutes Oliver went over a few things in the back cockpit, once he was done, he helped her get her helmet on and secured. When he was done he gave her a thumbs up then patted the top of her helmet before descending and closing up the ladder..

Taking only 5 minutes, Oliver had practiced this routine hundreds of times and was able to get himself in the front pilot seat, strap in and get on the radio.

As both cockpit hatches came down and secured, Oliver started the a power up sequence on the aircraft, blue light circled the interior of the cockpit as instruments came to life. Quickly, the twin engines of the aircraft began to subtly vibrate the fuselage while angular doors opened on both sides of the air frame. as the Aurora began a vertical take off, slowly Oliver rotated them away from the main house and the landing pad.. When they were a good sixty feet up and way, the landing pad began to recess back into the ground, the original helicopter landing pad closing, concealing where it the Aurora had been.

Oliver's voice came over the intercom,

"Ready?"

Powering the Aurora off to the east, Oliver flew out towards the coast. Once they were clear, he began a quick accent up and into the clouds. Eventually reaching a steadily altitude, they left the world far below. penetrating a massive cloud they shot out the other side, now completely above the clouds, The windscreen and cockpit windows slowly took on a subtle tint, darkening the view outside. It was an amazing view, not another plane in sight, the world looked very different from this far up,

Oliver punched the engines to a full burn, and the aircraft vibrated, a quick push could be felt through out the plane, after another ten seconds an audible BOOM could be heard as the Aurora pushed beyond the sound barrier reaching Mach 1. Looking at the wings, they'd retracted and collapsed, folding flat into one air wing. a far more aerodynamic shape than what the aurora had been upon leaving New York. Oliver was concentrating on the controls so he didn't say much, but he tried to be a good tour guide of the world from 62 miles up.

"Enjoying the view? Look up..."

They'd hit the sweet spot, at 62 miles up, they were at a point where the earth and outer space were just beginning to touch.. Oliver then made a few adjustments, and they could see... stars...

He kept silent, Oliver knew, this being her first time at the edge of space, the first time would always be memorable, and instead of blabbing, he wanted to be sure she had the opportunity to take it all in at her pace. It had been a very long time, since he'd been near her, but he could feel that internal jar of butterflies start to stir within him. They were kids then, but the memories meant so much, he knew he was basing his opinions on memories of a world long gone, but he'd studied her, read up on her from other sources..So he had an idea of who she was. It would be on him to prove that she could trust him.

After an hour, Oliver notified Jen that they'd need to start their descent, and as it began, he pointed out a few geographical land marks, some far more obvious than others, tracking Australia, New Zealand and the south pacific islands which they sped by. One thing he always paid attention to and couldn't help but be in awe of was how immaculate the ocean was. A pristine bright blue, almost as clear as glass, Even from this altitude Oliver pointed out the local ocean wild life that lived there.

Eventually he got on the radio and consulted the flight tower, notifying them of his approach, coming in on a private flight line, After a few moments he was given permission to land on the Viribus reserved landing pad. 20 minutes later Oliver was bringing the Aurora to a stop, slowly bringing her down vertically. Within moments a few ground crew approached, and off to the far end of the landing pad, a pair of blacked out SUV's awaited.

When they were down, the engines off and both cockpits open, Oliver took in the warm south pacific air, a cool breeze flowed across the tarmac of the airport. tall palm trees were everywhere, He always loved coming out here, a work vacation was always what he got dragged into but at least today, he planned on keeping his phone use to an extreme minimum. Two sets of ground crew assisted both of them getting out of the plane, and as he took off his helmet, holding it in his hand, Oliver was grinning as he waited for Jen to join him.

"Enjoyed the flight I hope?"

 

[asetikish]

Jen hated to admit it, but he was right. He had been watching her. Keeping tabs on her all those years. That he could be using her was already on her mind from the beginning, so to suspect her of being a double agent was actually very plausible. Only she came because she had nowhere else to run with her computer down. Maybe she was using him, but not in the way that he thought.

When he talked about Cass, she was surprised at his revelation. She didn't think the woman was that much older than he was. She didn't even think the woman had even a single child with how she looked! But more importantly, hearing her being such a big part of his life felt like someone pulled her heart down to her bowels. But at the same time, hearing that she had a husband brought a hopeful pinprick inside her that she couldn't understand.

"Well, if she can kick your ass after having fought you, that definitely does not put my mind at ease. With a friend like that, I feel like a guy facing the father of a teenage girl," she grinned, finding the lightheartedness inside her somehow. Maybe it was because Cass was out of his reach...or maybe she was just reading too much into what he said. Goodness knows extramarital relations were not uncommon. But then again, he had that tone of finality.

Well, whatever it was, it should be none of her business.

Once he had his suit on and fitted like hers, she followed him and let him go through his preparations for the flight. She wasn't scared. If he was planning anything to go wrong, he would probably go down with her so, riding with him was a safe bet, through she still didn't know why he had the sudden urge to go to the beach in Fiji, of all places! But as soon as the plane took off the ground, she remembered something very important. G forces. It was likely, she's have passed out once he kicked the throttle, and it was probably why he was taking his time lifting off.

She held the seats in preparation for the jump, but instead of feeling the speed press her to the couch, she felt...barely anything. The ride was so smooth, she even began to question if they were really moving as fast as they did. One thing she had to admit, Viribus was amazing with their technology. Then he suddenly told her to look up and the glass cleared and she saw stars. Just like that moment in the rooftop. Only these felt brighter. Closer.

"Wow..." she couldn't help but voice her wonder out. "You've always had this view. The ones you saw on the rooftop mustn't have compared to this..."

She looked at where he pointed. His favorite sights. Interestingly, they weren't in the skies, but on the earth below. She smiled as he felt delight in such things that she thought should have been trivial to him by now having seen it so many times.

As soon as they landed, Jen could still feel her heart pounding at the rush he gave her. She swore she could feel her heart beat in her ears! She came down smiling, and unable to stop as she walked up to him taking her helmet in her hands.

"Thank you for that." She said as she got into the SUV with him. "So...where are we going exactly? Your place? A hotel? Just asking because...you know, these things are not exactly inconspicuous or comfortable. Or was the discomfort part of your plan to keep pilots awake throughout the flight?" She grinned at him.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Oliver gave her a bit of a quirky smile. "Well, for what it's worth Jen, you look good in one. I don't see you walking down a runway in Paris in one, but... you look good. That being said, I can see how you are uncomfortable. Just wearing your skives, it's probably rubbing you in not so comfortable places I'm sure."

The thought of what she might be wearing underneath was an erotic idea, what was she wearing underneath? a spots bra and panties? a satin thong? Sweat soaked boy shorts? He'd caught a good look at her backside while he helped her up the ladder earlier, and the thought of helping Jen out of her flight suit came to mind, it would be far easier with help, and quicker so there was a practical reason behind the any thoughts he might have. But he couldn't help the stir of feelings he had for her. When they had privacy he'd ask politely if she needed help, only if she accepted would he go any farther.

As he got in the SUV, the driver looked in the rear view mirror and commented to Oliver.

"Sir, Ms, Tulliver contacted the station chief and requested a few packages be readied for the two of you. The packages are in the suitcases stowed in the back."

Looking up, making eye contact, Oliver nodded, 'That'll be fine. Thank you Miles."

Turning to Jen, Oliver spoke, "Hmm... I wonder what she procured for us..we shall soon find out."

Oliver assumed Cass had set them up with clothes so they wouldn't have to bother, but he didn't say anything to Jen quite yet. Instead he mentioned where they were headed.

"After we're done at our station house we'll head out by boat to our launching and recovery station."

The drive to the station house took about 10 minutes, they drove out from the airport and along a well maintained road out to the northern coastline. They reached a secure gated entry area with a guard post. Once the driver validated who they were, the two SUV's proceeded further on. There was plenty of activity as they reached the docks, Two vessels, too big to be a yacht,and too big to be freighters were about the size of research vessels that were used for oceanic research. The first, which had a blue and white paint scheme, had a number of Viribus Industries markings across it's side. About 20 people were loading cargo into spaces in the ships hold and a crane slowly swung over the side lowering a pallet of square containers on to the deck. The vehicles eventually stopped next to a medium sized three story building which was fairly basic. The windows were blacked,or heavily tinted, and save for the cluster of antenna and three satellite dishes on the roof, nothing set it apart. from any other industrial building on a dock. But what awaited them inside could be completely different.

The driver escorted them in, taking them to an office where he set the two suitcases down on a table and let them know there was food and drink available upon request.

"Just a few bottles of water to start, if you could Miles. Thanks.. With the door shut, Oliver walked over and opened one of the cases,

"Ah... that Cass, always thinking...."

Opening both cases there were a set of clothes for each of them. The outfits were a collection of shorts, t-shirts as well as a pair of athletic shoes and sandals for each of them. No brand names appeared on anything but that also just kept with the 'low profile' idea that Oliver had.

"Well I suppose we better get you out of that suit... Would you like some help? Or do you think you can manage?"

 

[asetikish]

In just a few hours, Jen had gone from running in the streets to traveling in the world's most advanced jet, wearing a technological wonder of a suit, and actually having legitimate access to a world-class station house. Adding to that was a whole new wardrobe that she didn't buy out of necessity--or she bought herself, for that matter. It was...strange. Topping all that off was the lingering exhilaration of the flight and the views Oliver showed her.

That and they actually had a pretty decent exchange early in the ride to the station house. In hindsight, she had let her guard down. Which was strange. No. She couldn't let her guard down. Even for all his talk of trust. Not when he still hasn't revealed why he brought her to Fiji.

"Launching and recovery? We're not staying in Fiji? Or are we just picking up one of your rockets?" Of course she had no idea what was going on, nor did she know what the station on Fiji was for. She didn't exactly research that as it wasn't part of her job.

She followed their escorts out of the car and into a separate building that was nothing out of the ordinary...until they stepped inside. Of course, Oliver had to have a place for himself here. And of course, it should be comfortable. Very comfortable in Jen's view.

Following, Oliver's lead, she opened the suitcase settled near her and found similar items of clothing. Of course, hers was more feminine than his, but no brands. Perhaps the woman, Cass, did see how uneasy she was with the rich alternative attire. But most of all, she was amazed at how they knew her size.

"Well I suppose we better get you out of that suit... Would you like some help? Or do you think you can manage?"

"I can manage. Just, turn around, will you?" As soon as she did, Jen tried taking off the suit, but forgetting to push the button where it conformed to her shape, she struggled and trapped herself in the suit. She did manage, however to unzip the front and take some of the gadgets off, but still dangling on her suit.

"Um...I think I might need that help..." Jen blushed realizing that Oliver would see more of her skin for the first time. And that he might see her underwear. It wasn't her normal, more supportive sports underwear, knowing that she wouldn't be doing any hard physical activities. But now, she wished she had worn those. She was more comfortable actually baring herself with a sports bra on than a normal bra. At least it looked more like acceptable clothing to be seen.

"So, can you at least tell me if this is more than just a vacation?" She said trying to start a conversation to keep herself distracted the fluster she was feeling from him undressing her. "I'm not the type of person to feel comfortable not knowing. Or at least, not even having a clue of what I'm getting into. You know I run all the time. I just...don't want to run into a wall or through a hole."

 

[CoSurvivor]

Oliver did as she asked, he turned his back and listened to her while he looked through the suitcase of clothes. Within the suitcase was also a typed note from the station chief which he read quickly and shoved it deep into the recesses of the suitcase. Normally he'd have packed a bag and stowed it in the Aurora. However, since the flight was spur of the moment, he'd instead planned on taking care of things on the Island.

He'd heard her unzip the suit, struggle with it, and loosen her left and right glove. But neither made the familiar sound that came with unclasping entirely from the suit.

"Um...I think I might need that help..."

Oliver took a half moment to respond "Mmm? Yes... of course." Turning around slowly he got a full view of Jen maybe a quarter of the way out of the suit. He smiled politely walked over and twisted small clamps that released the gloves each one fell to the floor once released. Then Oliver knelt in front of her, released the clasps on her boots. Once finished he Looked up, he could see into her hazel eyes.

"Half of it is knowing what order in which to take things off. I suppose I've done it so many times that I just 'do it' almost like muscle memory."

When he stood up, he was looking right into her eyes, slowly he reached down to her hips and zipped the suit up a few inches. "Before the suit can be taken off, and actually the first thing you should do before anything else is press these two buttons here." His hands were at her waist where two oval buttons were. "The trick is, don't unzip past where they meet. If you don't and you can't remember these little buttons, you'll have to nearly pry yourself out with a can opener."

Next Oliver walked around and stood directly behind Jen. Slowly he took her hands in his and pressed the buttons at her waist in one motion. The suit became loose, especially around her waist and her shoulders. From his position, his chin could nearly rest on her shoulder if he'd wanted to. Instead, he looked over her shoulder and slowly unzipped the suit the rest of the way almost to her groin.

Erotic ideas flooded his mind, his hands reaching into the suit and running his fingers against the smooth skin of her abdomen, then slowly reaching up and cupping her right breast as he slowly kissed his way up the back of her neck. While these thoughts flowed through his mind, he was sure she'd be less than receptive to his hands exploring inside the suit. They'd just met again after how many years? The thought of her allowing him to do that made his heart quicken, but he knew well enough to keep his hands to himself. Instead, his hands trailed both sides of the suit and reached the collar. Slowly his hands came close to her chest, the tips of his fingers just barely grazing the fabric of her bra as he pulled the suit open and back.

"You can pull your arms free Jen.."

He could see the sweet spot just where her neck met her shoulders, an inch from his lips, and for a fleeting moment, he thought of kissing her there. Instead, he simply held the suit back waiting for her to pull her arms free. The next move would be hers, certainly, he hoped he didn't go too far in offering his help. He'd been distracted by his thoughts and had heard her questions certainly but hadn't answered. He smiled through his response.

"Here's what I can tell you without spoiling everything. I'm going to try and give you hope that you can stop running, that you can feel safe with me, I'm hoping to take you on a 'grand tour, of what we do in certain places around the globe. Today, Fiji. Tomorrow may be the Netherlands or Miami. From here, that boat outside is going to ferry us to a place where dreams are made. That's where we are going today. But no matter what I do, I don't know if I can earn your trust other than to bare part of me that nobody has ever seen."

He wanted desperately to kiss her, but how awkward would that be... She'd surely slap him. Would she allow him to at least hold her? He was afraid internally of that rejection. Oliver took a step back and waited for Jen to speak. the tension growing in the room made his heart race. He wanted to say more. but he couldn't...

 

[asetikish]

Jen was in awe at how quickly and efficiently he was able to get her out of her bind. She was still far from free, but when he paused to look at her, she couldn't help but stare back. And when he had been so methodical with her accessories, he suddenly slowed as he started explaining, and his movements changed. It wasn't that he was being careful. His treatment of her felt more...sensual.

It was all she could do not to blush like a teenager in front of him.

No...that couldn't be it. How could he be interested in her when he could have any girl he wanted?

She felt his hands on her hips and felt the lingering heat as he went around her. No. Not her hips. the buttons. He was just pointing at the--oh! His large hands guided her to the buttons and she she felt that giddy rush course through her veins. Okay, this was sensual. He wouldn't do this trying to help another guy out. It was too deliberate!

With his arms around her, she felt more than just his hands. He could feel the heat of his nearness. So close and yet, he wasn't touching her with more than his hands. She felt his warm breath on the bare nape of her neck and she shivered causing her to breathe deeper. And as he pulled the zipper down exposing more of her, her control broke and she felt her face heat up and go red. She could feel his face next to hers, looking down at her body as he slowly unraveled the clothing to reveal more of her.

In more normal circumstances, she would have hit him, but she couldn't. And strangely, it wasn't because she was under his contract. She realized she was still attracted to him after all these years. She wouldn't mind letting his hands touch her bare flesh. Skin to skin. His heat and hers His finger gliding over hers...She licked her lips as his fingers glided up the zip and quite deliberately let his fingers run over her bra. She shivered, her breathing getting a little quicker.

"You can pull your arms free Jen.."

It took Jen a moment to notice that she was holding her breath in anticipation. She let go of her breath and tried to breathe--and act--normally.

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

She wiggled out of the suit and kicked it off her feet, and when she turned back to him she realized that she was wearing nothing but her bra and panties in front of him, as he spoke as if her state of undress didn't affect him at all. He even stepped after he explained a bit of what he was up to. Of course she could tell him to turn around, but what good would that do? Instead, she pretended as if it didn't affect her either, though she really couldn't hide the blush that bloomed on her face.

Picking up a pair of shorts and shirt in the pack, she put them on. She slid the shorts over her hips and adjusted the white shirt that stretched a bit around her chest, trying to be nonchalant about everything and reminding herself that she was here because he bought her. He needed her services. Whatever it may be.

"I'm not sure I understand," she said more stable than how she felt. "But, is this payback for letting you free when you were kidnapped fifteen years ago? Well, I'm not really sure that's going to work, but you can sure give it a shot. I mean, with the record I have, a tip in the right direction can get me into any jail in the world. A one-way ticket in. But it's nice to know that you're really trying."

While part of her didn't really believe that it was all a benevolent act, another part of her wanted to believe that it was. After all those years, the attraction was still there, but who they became as they got older was so different. Maybe it was just memories of her childhood of him that she clung to. The big difference between them was the kid didn't care for being the king of the world. The man he had become was probably a vicious viper like the rest of them wanting to stay in the power and riches they've had.

She grabbed the water and drank, surprised that she was thirsty. "So...you changing anytime soon?" She didn't look away as she asked. After all, he did undress her and saw her in her bare minimum. Why shouldn't she?

 

[CoSurvivor]

Oliver knew getting her to turn lose of her suspicions was going to be tough. a life time of being on the run, worried about who might be after you, who might betray you and who is out to use you didn't seem like a life worth living. He had to break through to her, had to help her realize that he could help provide that break, the realization that she could stop running. Or as Cass had so eloquently put it, "Come in out of the rain."

He thought for a moment about what she was saying, and for a few minutes while he sifted again through his suitcase and found all of what he was looking for.

Setting out lightweight khaki short, a white button down short sleeve shirt, boxer shorts, socks and the athletic shoes. Once he'd set them out, Oliver figured he should probably try and respond to Jen, leaving her hanging without much of an answer would be more frustrating than anything.

"I'm not sure I understand. She'd said But, is this payback for letting you free when you were kidnapped fifteen years ago? Well, I'm not really sure that's going to work, but you can sure give it a shot. I mean, with the record I have, a tip in the right direction can get me into any jail in the world. A one-way ticket in. But it's nice to know that you're really trying."

"Well I'm glad for that. So I'm gonna just keep trying. For both of us."

He said it with a great amount of hopefulness in his voice a great amount of earnest there. He wanted to tell her everything. That he was in as much of a prison as she felt she was in by needing to run. but how could he tell her all of this now. it would be like as if he'd buried her under a ton of bricks. Not a pretty sight, and no doubt painful.

What caught his mind, and turned it was as he watched her sip from one of the bottles of water Miles had supplied. Here he was still standing in full flight suit and he'd gotten her down almost to her birthday suit.

"So...you changing anytime soon?"

A wry grin came across his face as he stepped forward, his gloved hands extending out to her.

"I was about to do this myself, but why don't you help me. I'll walk you through what to do."

The anticipation of her hands on him was almost too much, his face grew just a little flush..

"Please.. Jen..." He thought to himself, but said it aloud without thinking about it...

 

[asetikish]

Well I'm glad for that. So I'm gonna just keep trying. For both of us."

Jen bit her lip. He really was serious about helping her. He knew the dangers. He knew that harboring her could spell a scandal and a disaster for Viribus. And yet...here he was, risking all that. For her. It seemed like an impossible dream. No one had ever done anything for her before. Everything she was and why she survived, she did it all herself...well, there was sister Lisa. She owed her life to the old nun. And that was why she would do everything for her and the orphanage.

But Oliver? He didn't even confirm nor deny his reasons for helping her. Even if there was an ulterior motive behind it, it felt like the risks of working with her far outweighed the rewards. None of it made sense. Of course, kindness never made any sense, but she could never imagine anyone so high up in the economic chain to ever be kind. Oliver was such a mesh of ironies challenging everything she ever knew of his world.

"I was about to do this myself, but why don't you help me. I'll walk you through what to do.:

Jen almost choked on her water as he asked, partially because she chuckled thinking it was a joke, and partially because it was the first time a man asked her to undress him. Kids at the orphanage didn't count.

"Please...Jen..."

It was a whisper, almost a plea, and Jen could feel his voice resonate throughout her body as he reached out his hand to him. She took his gloved hand in hers, her tentative touch feeling their differences again after fifteen years. His hand felt larger and stronger than hers. She unclasped it at the wrist, and she felt his pulse in her fingers as she slid the glove off his hand, her ring finger sliding across his palm. She pulled off his other glove, her movements much less deliberate not wanting him to think that she was trying to feel him, which she was actually doing.

She unclasped some of the other accessories as methodically as she could, but when it came to the buttons to release the suit, she couldn't help but spread her hands across his abs as she pressed on the release with her thumbs. She felt his power underneath the suit, and she confirmed that he was holding back when they first met at his office tower. Her hands lingered on his abs debating on whether or not she should continue. Looking up at his eyes, she found herself being invited. Sucked in. And she couldn't help but feel tingling sensations for the first time is so long.

"So far so good?" She knew she was doing a good job remembering how to remove the suit, but she just had to say something or risk letting out a dreamy sigh.

The longer she stared at him, the more she got drawn in and soon, her hands made their way to the top of his zipper pulling it down to the bottom of his abs. Her hands slid up his chest and caressed up his shoulders, and down his arms peeling off the suit from him, feeling his muscles under her hands. Now that most of his body was exposed, she looked down and she could feel the heat crawl from her face to different parts of her body, unleashing the dreamy sigh she had been holding back.

Crap!

Jen mentally shook herself. No. She could not let herself be taken in by this. They were too different now. No matter how attracted she was to him, who they had become was too great a chasm to cross for there to be anything more than using each others' bodies for pleasure. She was not that kind of girl, and frankly, with the way things were going, it was dangerous. His promises and his kindness would just lead her on until he had to marry someone who would better suit him.

She stepped back and cleared her throat, letting him go. She crossed her arms on her stomach, giving him her most playful grin, trying to cover the feeling of loss that wasn't even supposed to be there. "You know, you shouldn't let your guard down that much with a woman. You'll never know if she plans to choke you to death."

 

[CoSurvivor]

Her touch had been electric, she'd basically let every inch of his body on fire as she touched him. He didn't want her to stop certainly when she asked if she was doing ok, he didn't dare answer. He'd end up embarrassing himself by telling her not to stop. Oliver only replied with a smile, a mumbled "mmhmm" and he couldn't say much more.

He could feel the beginning of a stir within himself as she touched his abs, even over his shirt, Oliver wanted to ask her to continue, wanted to beg her to continue. But then she stopped, it was frustrating standing there nearly out of the suit but not quite.

When she stepped back, folding her arms and gave him a playful but snarky comment he laughed lightly and nodded his head.

"If it's you, Jen, I'll gladly take that risk every day of the week."

At that moment, he was never more certain of what he must do right now before he changed his mind; before she could back away any farther.

Oliver quickly and with practiced ease stepped out of the boots of the suit, taking a step forward toward her each time. Reaching out to Jen he advanced, wrapped his right hand around her waist and pulled her to him.

He kissed her, pushing his lips against hers a kiss that exposed a chunk of his soul. Holding her, he kept his lips pressed against hers until he absolutely needed to breathe. Taking a deep breath he broke the kiss, looked into her eyes and hoped, hoped she wouldn't crush him right then and there.

 

[asetikish]

Jen rolled her eyes at his reply, and when she focused them back at him, he was removing his boots, coming closer and closer. When she looked up at his eyes, she found a predatory hunger behind his look. She should have walked away, turned around, done something. Anything. But his gaze rooted her. She could feel what was going to happen before it did. Somewhere inside her, that instinct that told her to fight or flee was just not there. As if she should be doing this.

She felt his hand around his waist and her heart agreed, even as her head screamed at her, telling her that this was nothing but a memory of what was, and not what is. But everything else within her did not agree, and when his lips met hers, even her head was silenced. At first, she was frozen for a few moments, but gradually, slowly, she melted into it. Her hands found their way to his shoulders again and she kissed him back remembering how he tasted, but at the same time, how it was also different. Her right hand combed up his hair as she moaned into his mouth. Every part of her that was not yet on fire started sparks of their own as they held onto each other until she was on her toes wanting more of him.

He broke the kiss and she was absolutely breathless and dazed. Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to regain composure. Looking into his eyes, she found that she still liked him...even though she didn't know him. And that was the problem. Worse, things like these weren't real. Romances like theirs were only in the movies and in stories. A fairy tale that kept little girls' hopes up. Like the hope that she would one day find a home. With a family that loved her. Thirty years later, she was still alone in a shack. No home. No family. And this arrangement...well, he did buy her. And without a set agreement on what she was going to do, he could demand of her anything, until the contract was over. Even using her for his pleasure.

"Oliver," she whispered still breathing a little harder than normal, "I know this is just a kiss to you, or maybe this is you just trying to relive the years when you felt free. But..." she took a deep breath, "I do hope you won't do it again." For the sake of my heart and my hopes, she added in her head. "Of course, you could always do it if you want to. It's what you bought me for right? To do anything for you. I won't stop you, but I just want you to know that."

Every word she spoke felt like she was gutting herself. It was a miracle she didn't croak or let out tears. But even if she gave the outward appearance of calm, inside she broke down. Sure she could steal and get into the most secure places, but what she always wanted, she couldn't get. What was easy for the world to have was impossible for her. She stepped back and it took a lot of strength to do so given that her knees felt like it was made of foam.

Sister Lisa once told her that if she wanted something hard enough and if she prayed about it, she could have it, whether or not she believed in God.

That was the only lie the nun had ever told her.

 

[CoSurvivor]

The words she spoke destroyed any sort of romantic thoughts he'd had in his head.

"Bought?"

He croaked the word out... his eyes searched the space above her head trying to see how his actions could ever be interpreted as buying her. He closed his eyes and tried for a moment to see things through her eyes. He wanted to be angry and tell her that he'd no intention of purchasing her, buying her body and her presence. Did she think he'd purchased her as some sort of sex slave? To revisit some sort of memory from his youth? No.. he was doing this for her.. trying to help her. This was exactly what Cass, and his father had warned him about.

"People are not perfect Son, they only have perfect intentions..." He could hear his father's words resonate, with what he'd dragged Jen into. What was it that Cass told him just yesterday...

"You can't help those who don't want your help, They have to want your help," she said.

What else was it she'd warned him about... "Powerful people do stupid things when emotions get involved..."

He'd failed miserably. He had to remove his own emotion from this, the attraction between them was there, but he had to focus on trying to remember why he was doing this. Yes there was emotion tied into it, yes he was attached to Jen, but damn it she deserved a chance at having a life, for everything she'd done for him. Oliver gulped air and spoke.

"You must think I'm a monster..You really think I bought you, and that gives me permission to touch you anyway I want? Because I'll donate money to your Sister Lisa and the orphanage, or because I gave you the disk, you think that I want a blank check with your body?"

He paused, shook his head and calmly spoke

"I don't know your whole life's story Jen but I do know you've been running all your life, afraid to trust anyone. I've asked you here because I want you here, because I hope after seeing all of this.. maybe you'll want to stay too. But let me be very clear, I did not 'buy' you. I am not trying to relive the past, and I've never forced myself on anyone, nor will I ever force myself on you. I'm sorry...I over stepped. I thought...I won't do that again."

Breaking their conversation, a loud horn blew over the docks in three prolonged blasts. Oliver looked over his shoulder through one of the windows observing the men on the docks.

"We've got maybe 10 minutes before the ship pulls out, She's going to be heading off to what I was hoping to show you tonight, so I need you to understand, you can leave at any time. If you want out Jen, I'll personally see to it that Miles takes you to the airport and buys you a first class ticket to where ever you want to go. You can take the suitcase, the clothes, the disk, all of it, with no strings attached. But you need to understand something, if you stay one more moment longer, if you get on that boat with me it's because you want to stay."

Taking a moment to let her think, he collected his flight suit and put it away, then turned back to where his suitcase was and pulled off his boxers and t-shirt. He'd already had his soul stomped on what did it matter if she saw his naked ass. Standing there butt naked he put on his boxers, shorts, socks and shoes. Closing the case he started to put on the shirt he'd picked out and held it in his hands. Looking at it for a moment he turned to face her, bare chested, shirt in hand. Her words had smashed his soul into ten million pieces reduced to feeling like he'd victimized her. That tore at him more than anything.

The silence in the room was worse than any words that might be said when Oliver heard a knock at the door.

"Yes?" Oliver replied..

"Sir, they're ready..." Came the voice of Miles, the driver who'd taken them to the station house.

"Give me two minutes Miles" Looking at Jen in earnest, he asked.

"Stay with me Jen. Trust me now, like I trusted you then..."

 

[asetikish]

She listened to him and she wanted to to believe him. So much. Looking at his eyes, there was so much hurt and pain as the words tumbled out of his mouth. As if he was holding back from lashing out at her. She looked for any signs of deceit. None. All there was, was pain that reflected the pain she felt. Real. Guileless.

Another part of her wanted to crucify him just for being born into what he was born into. She realized that it was why she continued to distrust him. She hated the fact that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth while the rest of them scrambled for a bit of crumb that fell from the master's table. It wasn't that she distrusted him. She reflected her hate of the world on him while he had shown nothing that should make her doubt. Not now, not then.

"I'll make the world better than this," the young Oliver said as they stayed behind a clump of trees in the outskirts of the city, just having dodged the first wave of FBI that got called in. "The rich afraid for their lives, and you...looking for scraps. I'll go back and I'll make it better. I promise."

He said those words when they were naive children. But even so, if she took a step back, the Viribus Foundation had grown in size, impact and reach until it had become one of the big five NGOs alongside the Red Cross. Jen wondered if Oliver had a hand in it.

"...I thought...I won't do that again."

The words felt like a stab into her heart and she looked away. Her heart condemned her. She was wrong. He didn't buy her for this. She thought he did when he offered to pay for the orphanage. It wasn't the first time a similar deal was offered to her. So she thought...

A million curses crowded her brain. She wanted to apologize but nothing came out of her mouth. As she struggled to speak, he changed out of his clothes and she looked back up at him trying not to look at his bare chest. It was absolutely distracting her from her thoughts. She mentally shook his head as someone knocked on the door. She had to get a grip. Decide.

"Stay with me Jen. Trust me now, like I trusted you then..."

She needed to do something, but what it was, she didn't know yet. A long moment passed between them just staring at each other until Oliver tuned from her. He had waited long enough. His back turned to her snapped something inside. Something raw and powerful that forced tears out of her eyes before she even knew she was crying. He was retreating. Leaving her. He had been with her for a few hours and, she realized, they had been part of the handful of memorable and happy moments she'd had in her whole life. If he left her...

Jen moved before she even realized what she was doing. Her hand reached out and she hooked her fingers on the waistband of his shorts. "I'm sorry..." her voice was a cracked whisper. She tried to stop the tears, but every time she did, her throat constricted and threatened to sob. She bowed her head ashamed of her tears. She had never cried before. Why was she crying now? "I'm sorry..." she said again before she could stop herself.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Gathering Jen in his arms, Oliver held her close, his left hand weaving into her hair, bringing her head to his bare chest. "Me too..." Oliver took the moment to pull her tight, he could feel the heat coming from her skin which made his own face flush. Looking down into her eyes he leaned forward, kissed her forehead and wiped the tears from her face. He didn't want to break the moment, he could have held this pose for days and not grown tired of it. Giving her the opportunity to quench her tears, Oliver put his shirt on put his phone, wallet and a couple other things in his pockets. Taking one look at Jen in her shorts and t-shirt he smiled and nodded to the door. He could hear Miles pacing on the other side waiting for them.

"We're on our way Miles..." He could hear him about to knock just as Oliver reached for the doorknob. Quickly, they rushed to the dock and rushed up the walkway which took them up the side of the side of the ship and into the body of the vessel.

Seeing a massive Samoan man with both arms covered in traditional Pacific Islander tattoos standing at the ramp, Oliver reached out his hand "Thanks for wait for us Saulo. You know me, always taking three times longer than necessary to get off the damn phone with New York." The big man rumbled a laugh. "Hardly... " He smiled. "Captain's waiting on you, he's on the bridge."

Before he forgot his manners, he waved to Jen, "Saulo, this is Jen she's a dear friend of mine, she'll be our guest on this trip."

With a nod to both of them, Saulo replied "Miss, it's a pleasure."

Waving them on, Oliver guided Jen in front of him as they took three flights of stairs up to the bridge where a great deal of activity was going on. Half way up, he was staring directly at her ass and bit his bottom lip to try and distract himself. The natural sensual sway of Jen's hips was hypnotic, and, if he'd been anywhere else, he might've given her a light pat on the ass at the top. He was still reluctant to touch her again, while the urge to do so had been there since last night. He couldn't put his finger on it, try as he might but Oliver thought it was just to hard to 'not' be attracted to Jen. It had to be a sort of 'pheromone' kind of thing. Surely their past together was playing a small part but his attraction to her was far more primal..Especially after that kiss.. He'd been too shocked at what she'd said to acknowledge how electric her touch was, hearing her sigh, feeling her hand running into his hair, it had been wonderfully intimate.

Upon arrival on the bridge he put those thoughts back in the recesses of his mind to be pulled back later, they observed the workings of the bridge crew going about taking the ship out of dock. The captain, an older man with dark skin spoke with a mild accent from somewhere in Africa as he gave orders. He was not wearing the 'Captain's hat' as so many do but he did look to be in the authority on the ship. However it certainly wasn't not due to what he was wearing. Dressed in black cargo shorts, a gray polo shirt, and well-worn sandals, he spoke in a measured tone, directing his crew to get the ship away from the dock and underway.

"Captain James?" Oliver addressed him, "Ah, good, Mr. Titan.. We received news earlier this morning that you'd be joining us on the trip out to the launch platform. This will be a good time for them to show you some improvements on the island I'm sure. If I'd known you were coming I'd have cleared out more space, as is we've given you one of the guest staterooms with plenty of room."

"Thank you for the accommodation Captain, I hope we are not putting you out."

"No not at all, while a surprise, to have you join us, we welcome your company on the voyage."

Oliver nodded and thanked him again while he introduced Jen to him and the rest of the crew. He defined her as a 'close friend' which is what Jen was, he didn't think it professional nor productive to go into any further detail. It was not their right to know. He was the CEO of the company that owned the boat and paid their wages. His personal life was none of their business.

After the introductions were over they were escorted down below to a good sized stateroom. The room was spacious, far more spacious than he'd expected. A good sized couch, with a queen sized bed, an actual bathroom with shower with some creature comforts such as a computer, and wall screen projector. He took a look around then took a look at the clock mounted on the wall. It said, 7:08 AM..

"God is that what time it is? 7 am here, I'd forgotten about the time change. We basically flew ahead nearly 24 hours in 3 hours taking a sub orbital flight. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry and tired.. It's going to take us a good 5 hours to reach the platform, so we have time. What would you like?"

Oliver could think of many things that could fill the time, namely kissing Jen again, feeling her hands on him again. The thought was almost ironic that he'd want something so simple as for someone to touch him to be what he wanted. For a man as powerful as he truly was now, he could be with anyone, but he wanted her. And before Jen, there'd been....

Nobody. Not for years. Any relationship he'd tried had fallen flat, none could stand his hellish schedule, or the fact that he wanted more than just a media glitz filled relationship. He wanted privacy, while so many sought to date him because of the status he'd bring. There had been one.. years ago.. but she'd been the worst. Cass had warned him, but he hadn't listened till it was too late. Jen's hands on him had been the first intimate contact he'd had in years..

He caught himself staring out a view port, one of the windows faced east as the sun was growing higher above the ocean. He finally noticed he'd stopped talking just after he'd asked her a question and probably missed her reply. Turning to Jen he spoke softly.

"My turn to apologize. Sorry...if you'd said something Jen I.. I... . What can I get you?"

 

[asetikish]

Being in Olilver's arms felt nice. Really nice. It was warm. It felt...like home. She didn't exactly know what home felt like, but she had imagined it, and it felt like this. Maybe it was different. Maybe she was wrong, but if that wasn't what home felt like, then it lacked so much. It didn't take long for her to calm down, and soon, they were walking back out in the sun and up the ship, meeting everyone along the way. She was thankful for the sunglasses Oliver's assistant packed for them. At least no one knew that she cried underneath them.

Jen's mind raced as she realized they would be sharing the room alone together. It wasn't a bad thing, no. it was just...she blushed remembering the kiss they shared. His strong arms around her. His soothing voice. And as she watched Oliver enter the room with her, she couldn't imagine how the world could be so unfair. Everyone lacked something, but here was Oliver having everything: the looks, the money, friends, family (okay, so he used to have them), power. And he chose to save her. She was still having a hard time accepting that all of this was real. That there was no guise. But she was consistently being proven wrong, and there was a big part of her that just wanted to jump right in and believe again.

"God is that what time it is? 7 am here, I'd forgotten about the time change. We basically flew ahead nearly 24 hours in 3 hours taking a sub orbital flight. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry and tired.. It's going to take us a good 5 hours to reach the platform, so we have time. What would you like?"

"I'm not really sure what they have. I'll go by your recommendation."

Oliver didn't answer. He just stood there, looking out the port as if remembering a memory or engrossed in a deep thought. Of what, she couldn't say. And she didn't want to bother him as she looked at him, removing the sunglasses from her eyes. The sun played around with his features, highlighting the strength that made him a man. A man that a woman would easily fall for. Just like she did. And beneath that gorgeous face was the well-defined body. She remembered how her hands traced every firm muscle from his abs to his chest, his shoulders and arms, and she blushed remembering how perfect he felt under her touch.

"My turn to apologize. Sorry...if you'd said something Jen I.. I... . What can I get you?"

She giggled. Somehow, he was still that boy all those years ago. "I didn't mean to laugh," she said when he looked at her questioningly. "It's just you're so cute looking so flustered. Maybe some things haven't changed about you." She grinned at him. "I said, I don't know what they have around here, so I'll stick to your recommendation."

Walking to the window where he looked out into, she smiled. "it is a beautiful view. probably have some really nice memories about this place, huh?"

 

[CoSurvivor]

"Yea.. I.. it was one of the last times my mother made it out here. She'd gotten sick, but we weren't sure how bad, Dad made arrangements, we were all here, Mom, Dad...Will... we weren't on this boat, but on another one, heading out to the platform on a day much like this. It was the last time we were all really together. Mom got to see one of the first launches, and I remember her smiling up at the sky watching it trail up and out. I have a few other memories, but sincerely I'm hoping to make this one, the best." To emphasize his point Oliver reached for her hand and held it, lightly running his thumb over the smooth skin of the back of her hand.

The memory was tough, especially what came there after. His mother's health started failing rapidly, they could stave off what was coming for only so long until the inevitable. He remembered she was happy to the end, but trips like these became more business than vacation afterwards. Normally his emotions were not quite so close to the surface but Jen's proximity and their talk back on land made the memories tougher... but he broke a smile and winked at her. "Let's see if they can make us some breakfast burritos or something. I don't know the cook but I'm sure they can fix us up something, it is about that time for the ship too."

Picking up the internal phone from it's cradle, Oliver punched in a few numbers and got the ships galley.

"Hi, yes... Not sure what's on the menu but what do you recommend?"

He listened for a few moments, looked at Jen then reaching for her hand while he nodded into the phone and replied to the person on the other side. "Yes, that'll work. How's 20 minutes, we'll be down to get it. Hm? No.. we can come fetch it, no need for you to walk it up here..."

A bit of banter went on over the phone, and whatever the person was saying, Oliver relented. "Ok, Ok you've talked me into it... Just don't like you having to cater to us at the last minute, but if you are on the way up, I'd sincerely appreciate it. Ok. you know which room we're in?"

Chuckling into the phone Oliver replied.. "Yes ..Thanks, see you when you get here."

Hanging up the phone, Oliver turned to Jen and spoke, "Someone in the galley is bringing up a few plates for us, I told her we'd come get it but she wouldn't take no for an answer."

Looking at her hand he slowly pulled her to him, he wanted to kiss her again, but couldn't, not unless she gave him some sort of signal it was ok. Oliver was still a little gun shy after her last comment, and he wasn't about to go through that again unless she made it clear his affections would be returned. Instead he wrapped her tightly in his arms, his arms closing uder her own, so her arms would rest across his shoulders. Physically he said more with his actions than any words could ever say. His lips stayed closed, knowing how good it felt to just hold her, be with her and not be alone. He let a deep sigh of release escape his lungs and he could smell her hair, her scent, it was intoxicating.