The Trio unstoppable(closed)

[Asa]

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The Trio...
Unstoppable
Dedicated
Loyal more to each other than the agency.

She had gone into the agency as almost spite against her self centered pseudo aristocratic family of money and heartless calculations. And then one day she left. Retired/resigned and with the help of an old friend became a teacher. It didn't last... It may not have been the world hopping life of the agency but when her psychological expertise was needed she never hesitated.

They had left for perhaps the same unknown reasons but they always kept in touch with her and an eye on her. They were lovers but no one was ever sure which of the three were or if all three were and the agency didn't care they were each the best because of the other two and that's all that mattered.

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She stood there in the computer booth watching him. He had been the tech. If they needed something that didn't theoretically exist he would create it. The case she was consultant on was to say the very least leading everyone around by an unseen detail perhaps right in front of their eyes. With how her mind worked it was becoming most annoying. How was a cut and dry serial killer case turning into this maze of aggravated insanity. She knew there was something even her overly analytical mind was either missing or just not connecting.

He misses you... You know.

He finally spoke while studying the covert Intel he had access to about any of the key players in the case.

Have you found anything yet my partner for this case is on a serious time limit with a new mayor wanting to make a name for themselves.

She knew what he was trying to do and it wasn't going to work. At least not right now.

Ahh yes... New politicians and making a name for themselves... Honestly pathetic really to risk over inflating their presence and power in the beginning just to fall flat at the most inoportune time... Hold on... What is this little encrypted morsel... Give me two hours... Inwill meet you at the bar.

Which one?

She asked casually.

You know damn well which one. As I said he misses you.

He glanced back only to see a smug knowing smirk on her lips.

Break into the file take care of you problem there and I will meet you there.

A slightly swayed turn on her heels after revealing in her own way that she had not missed the rigid tent pole in his dress slacks she winked and walked out to her waiting car. Once she left as if on cue his cellphone rang.

Hello darling... Oh she is just as determined as ever. Yes she will be at the bar this evening. Oh I have plenty to do to help her. My system is still trying to break and encryption... Yes it shouldn't be taking this long which means its... International... But what use is a serial killer to them... Yes call your contact... She needs our help. Like it or not it would appear that it is unstoppable against the world once more.

 

[ericrodman101]

She was beautiful. Looking across the room he imagined how much havoc she must have caused as a teacher. All those teenage boys in love with her. In lust. And all those teenage girls. Who didn't fall for their teacher?

And she was more beautiful than any teacher he'd ever encountered.

But of course, he didn't have to imagine what she would be like naked, in his arms, in his bed, writhing beneath him as he entered her and brought her to orgasm. They'd been lovers. Too long ago. Too infrequently. But lovers all the same. He knew her taste and her scent and her tics, the little giveaways that lovers show when they surrender to each other, when they are the only two people in the world, joined in carnal embrace.

It hadn't been just the two of them. There was Eric too. The three were lovers. Had been lovers. Can you give yourself to two people, completely and utterly and self destructively, at the same time?

Yes, he answered to himself. You can. We did. We three.

He missed her. He missed them both. He missed those long languid mornings, too few, when they fucked each other, a writhing mass of limbs and mouths and lips and hair and cavities. Holes. What was the right word to use? How to describe the orifices into which you pushed your cock or your tongue or your hand or your toy which didn't sound clinical, sound like a medical textbook? Pussy? Cunt? Ass? They are harsh words, he thought, but that's what they are. We fucked. Fuck is a harsh word too. But we fucked. The three of us. Eric and me and her.

And then she'd become a teacher, and Eric had transferred away. Still with the agency, but away. He'd kept an eye on her and he knew Eric did too. There was an occasional email, infrequent contact, but enough to know the fire wasn't out. None of them had moved on.

"He misses you, you know." There, he'd said it. But she knew. Of course she knew. I miss you both, he thought, but he didn't say it.

And now here they were back on a case together. Something for the mayor. The fucking mayor. What is worse than working for some self serving cunt of a politician who'd melt his grandmother down for paraffin if it bought a vote?

But it paid, thank Christ. And it brought them back together.

"Take care of it," she said, turning on her heels and waltzing that perfect body out of his space.

The bar, he thought. He was thinking about the last time they'd all been together, when the cellphone rang. Eric. Business-like. As if nothing had ever passed between them. As if he'd never sucked Eric's cock, or Eric his. Never lain on the bed with him and let her play with their cocks and asses, dominate them, and guide them into each other to make her happy.

"She needs our help," he said. "The bar..." She and Eric. Fuck! He sat in the dark, the room illuminated by the flickering blue screen. His cock was hard and erect.

 

[Asa]

Kira cursed herself for talking to him and involving him in this new chapter of her life so soon. Why did she have to involve either of them? Why were NYPD files on a run of the mill text book boring serial killer worth an encryption code buried in it? She had walked away... She had to... The last solo mission... It had changed her. She couldn't simply follow blind and half-baked orders anymore. At least not for a while. Teaching was simple. She spoke students learned and real knowledge was gained not some fantasy spin on a situation that didn't exist officially. When she walked away she had distanced from them as well. Eric... He had taken on a couple of bars as safe-houses and covers and Lane had remained the tech and field master the agency had always wanted. They were "The Trio" lethal... Exact... Loyal... Ghosts. Capable of being a team or just as calculating and exact solo as well.

She got back to campus and looked at her phone. Dawn Parker... Chief of police for the precinct she was consulting for and lately with a new mayor in office a royal pain in everyone's ass.

Dawn... Hello... I did speak with the last victims family as well as the coroner. The piece we all seem to be missing is getting smaller. Well the Mayor will have to wait it's not letting me I have Federal access anymore.

Rolling her eyes as she said that last part.

I will deliver my recommendations for how we should proceed after my lecture... Goodbye.

With that she was off to class suddenly glad to be surrounded by infernal teens and twentysomethings and their music and asinine sense of style and language. As she was walking into her lecture hall a student flagged her down.

Professor Blackwind?
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Eric sat back with a smirk. Lane and all his technical and computer genius was having trouble with an encrypted file and Miss handle everything on her own actually accepted that she needed their help. Well Lane's help and Lane needed his as he moved to his upstairs office to place the call.

Jacob... What the hell is International doing encrypting hidden files in NYPD cases?

Eric could not pull off the blunt no filter as well as she could but Jacob was dense at least in his eyes so it worked or seemed to.

 

[ericrodman101]

Eric sat in his office high above Manhattan remembering the good old days. Life was also good now, if high pay and a New York lifestyle were how you measured it. But speaking with Lane on the phone brought it all back. Lane and Kira. The trio unstoppable, the Chief of Police had called them. The trio....

And now, after all the water under the bridge, after the break up and going their separate ways, the trio were back on again. How Kira balanced teaching with investigation, Eric didn't know. He and Lane had one job each. No cover, no alternative realities. They were invisible to the general public, of course, but just one job each: Eric managing political relations from a swish office high above the city, and Lane cracking computer files in a dungeon across town.

But Kira taught, fulltime, or so Eric thought. College freshmen. Psychology maybe? That must be her speciality, he figured. If Lane cracked encrypted files and Eric cracked political conundrums, there wasn't a brain Kira couldn't crack.

He thought about what they had in common, what drew them together. There were the cases they worked on, of course. They were a team, saw each other everyday, or every second one, depended on each other for ideas and support and keeping safe.

But it was more than that. A meeting of like minds. Something about the best and the brightest. And that's how it felt when they fucked too. Like they belonged together. Needed each other, to feel each other to be complete.

Eric remembered how Lane would try to dissect their relationship, explain their threesome. "It doesn't need explanation," Eric would say. "It just is. It's who we are." And Kira would smile and hold them tight. And like she always did, make them fuck for her. Make he and Lane fuck in front of her, holding their cocks, playing with their asses, guiding them into each other, and then holding them tight. Kira was the glue somehow, that held them together.

And then she went teaching. He thought that was the end. He and Lane tried to make a go of it for a while, but it wasn't right. They were three, not two. The trio unstoppable.

Long, lonely times followed. Eric immersed himself in his work with the politicians. It was high pressure and high reward. There were plenty of guys. And some girls. But no one who lasted more than a week or two. It was for the best, he decided. If he couldn't have Kira and Lane, then life was work and fucking and that was that. Nothing more. No emotions and personal growth and doing things for other people, the two people he loved. Just work and mindless, soulless fucking.

And now he was speaking with Lane on the phone. Kira needed their help. Tonight at the bar.

He put in a call to Jacob one floor up. The part about the encrypted files didn't make sense. It wasn't Eric's area of expertise, but it still didn't quite make sense. Maybe Lane would explain it later. But he needed to ask Jacob just in case there was something he was missing. And he needed to put Jacob off. They'd fucked last night, In Jacob's office one floor up. It was hot. Jacob was cute. He bent over his desk whole Eric topped, all fresh, white virginal ass and a freckled back. Too young for him, but hey, who complains when a young guy comes onto you, especially a young guy who asks you to fuck him.

And now he was meeting Lane and Kira at the bar. He'd have to fuck Jacob another night. The phone rang once and Jacob answered. Businesslike, but Eric could hear the sexual excitement in his voice. "No," Jacob said, "I don't understand the encryption angle, but that guy in Covert Intel will know. You know," Jacob said, "Lane. Do you know him?"

Eric said he did, and then after a brief silence, said he had to put off their date tonight. "Something's come up." It was a shit line, but strangely true. Jacob sounded disappointed, which flattered Eric. But Jacob could wait. Kira needed them at the bar tonight.

 

[Asa]

She tended to her intro psych and Criminal Psych 102 classes and then headed to the precinct did what little paperwork she need and headed to the bar. It was the last place she wanted to go. She didn't want to have to go behind the city mayor and the chiefs back and use unofficial CIA Intel but there was something about this case nagging at her and she could not put her finger on it which never happened for long.

 

[ericrodman101]

Lane switched off his computer. The encrypted file was proving impossible. He didn't usually get this frustrated, but a whole day and no progress. And then there was speaking with Eric. Jesus! Eric. And Kira. After all this time.

Their paths crossed occasionally these days. But only in cyber space. Kira was teaching. Eric was working for the mayor. Sure they were. Covers. Lane knew them too well. Neither Kira nor Eric would be doing such shit jobs unless they'd been lobotimized.

So Kira needed their help at the bar. He didn't have to ask which one. There was only 'the bar' as far as they were concerned. Lane still frequented it. He knew why even if he only admitted it to himself. He hoped to bump into them both, but he never did. Night after night. Drinking, mostly on his own. It was not really a good idea, what with his job and everything. Covert Intel. Nothing was secure. No persona or cover was undiscoverable. But still he picked up people at the bar. Guys and girls. Only at closing time. Only the late leavers, the sad drinkers, the people like him who never found what they were looking for so made do with the anonymous fucking on offer.

Tonight would be different. Kira needed his help. The computer went black. Lane looked around. Last to leave as usual. Time to get a life, he thought, not for the first time. He picked up his coat and headed for the elevators.

 

[Asa]

She was waiting in the bar looking absolute business as was the ways of her chosen jobs now

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Sitting at the bar as she waited she nodded to a couple of her students as they left and reminded them of an upcoming test. She saw everything and everyone if she wanted to or not. A curse to most of her life no matter how valuable it was in the field. Overanalytical to a fault she could dissect multiple thought patterns and events to determine what outcomes might be. Lane was their computer and design genius and Eric was their walking contacts list it seemed and acquisition specialist.

One thing they did not know about her was that the few "lucky shots" they had seen her make were actually child's play to her. She was a lethal marksman. A skill she had to employ on the case that made her walk away from the agency and everything in it. She was on extended hiatus with no known return date as they would not accept a flat out resignation from her.

 

[ericrodman101]

Eric tidied his desk, locked the confidential files in the safe, and fetched his coat. The immigration guys were still at their desks. It was busy on the border and they never seemed to leave before he did. He waved across the office and they waved back.

The elevator lobby was empty. He wondered if anyone was still upstairs in the mayor's office. Jacob maybe? He had no idea what Jacob's assignment was, and he guessed Jacob knew nothing about his. That was the thing about the agency. Some people you might meet once on assignment some people only once in your whole career, at a meeting or a pick up. Who knew how many staff there really were? And how many really worked for the agency and were not just recruited to work in their day jobs for just one project, one liaison, one interrogation, one hit?

The elevator pinged and the doors opened. Jacob. Jesus. Eric smiled coyly. "Hi....sorry..."

Jacob raised his eyebrows seductively. Eric looked him up and down. Jacob was young. It was a warm night and his friend was dressed for clubbing. Tight jeans, shirt half open to the waist showing his tanned muscled chest and a gold chain. Eric wanted to run his hands through Jacob's hair and then trace the outline of his six pack, like he'd done last night before they'd fucked.

"Don't be," Jacob said. "Things come up."

Eric smiled and muttered yes. "Clubbing?"

"Mmmm," Jacob said. "We can go together next time."

The elevator stopped on the ground. They brushed against each other as they stepped into the lobby.

"After you," Eric said, Jacob's face close.

"Sure," Jacob said. They walked to the after-hours door together. Eric pressed the green button. Again the opening was too narrow for them both. This time Jacob gestured for Eric to go first.

"About tonight..." Eric said when they reached the street. There was a slight breeze and Jacob's shirt billowed open. He was a beautiful young man.

"About last night..." Jacob said, leaning forward and kissing Eric on the lips. "It's all good, man. All good." Jacob turned and walked away, leaving Eric smiling wistfully. Another night, thank Christ. Tonight was all about Kira. He turned in the direction of the bar.

 

[Asa]

She sat there suspecting Lane was still busy with the file. She had lied through her teeth to the captain about her progress on things this file and this killer in all honesty was infuriating her more and more like that one little puzzle piece you can't find even though it is right in front of you. She ordered a bourbon as always and waited. This meeting was business only. She tried to convince herself of that as she downed the first bourbon in one gulp and ordered a second.

 

[ericrodman101]

Lane arrived at the bar and stepped inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark. Electronic music blared into the room, but no one was dancing. He stared into the gloom, wondering how many people he'd recognise and would recognise him. The patrons had moved on since he and Kira and Eric had been regulars. People came and went in this city. But the barman clocked him and waved. Lane waved back, then walked towards the back, towards 'their table'. If Kira and Eric were here, that's where he'd find them. Kira with her bourbon, Eric with his beer.

And thinking about what they'd had and what they'd meant to each other, Lane was overwhelmed by a feeling of loss and anticipation. God, how he hoped they were there, and yet, what if they were? What if Kira and Eric were sitting at their table, looking towards the door, looking for him to arrive, just like old times, waiting to see him and then smiling, inviting him over, saying with their smiles and their eyes 'the trio is back together'? What would he say? He imagined it would feel as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed. Everything.

Kira was sitting at their table. Alone. With a bourbon. Lane could see her clearly, nearly side-on to him, under a red light which glowed mysteriously on her long dark hair and merged into the black dress she wore. She wasn't looking towards the door, wasn't looking for him or Eric. Yet she was expecting them. He guessed she knew they would come. Kira didn't need to search for them. She knew they'd come in her hour of need.

 

[Asa]

She knew they would have questions. Not about the case but about why... Why had she walked away from it all. What had happened on that mission to make her do that to make her listed as extended hiatus with no known return date. She stared at her bourbon. There was not a day or night that she didn't think about it... the assignment that was. That day... The questions of lies that led to unacceptable actions.

Could she really tell them? She didn't know but that would not stop their questions

 

[ericrodman101]

Lane crossed the room and sat at the table next to Kira. He didn't speak and she didn't look up at first. So much had passed between them there was no need for small talk or an effusive welcome. There would be time enough for talking properly later, with Eric.

When Kira did look up after what seemed hours, but was merely seconds surely, Lane smiled and nodded. "Kira," he said. "You look great...."

And she did. As sexy and alluring as the last time they'd sat opposite each other. Lane missed her. All that time trying not to think about Kira and Eric, what they had, what they meant to each other, flooded back, painfully, crashing over him like a wave. He tried so hard to be cool, at least outwardly. But inside, the hurt was real. So many questions. So much to ask. So much to share. And yet he knew she would shrink from questions, shrink from exposing herself, showing her emotions....keep quiet, he told himself. When she's ready.....

 

[Asa]

Hello Lane. You look great too. It's... It's been a while.

She smiled but fell silent. Smiling when she noticed Eric arrive as well but the smile fell when she saw how serious he looked. The encrypted file he found. He couldn't break it she bet which meant a phonecall on her part to London or Glasgow.

Eric...

 

[ericrodman101]

Eric saw them both across the dimly lit bar. It took him back years. Kira and Lane. Fuck, they were fine looking people, even in the half light. But he knew what they looked like in his mind's eye. Knew every inch of them, the curves and creases of their bodies, the peaks and troughs, how their lips felt and their mouths tasted, the pulses in their necks, the warp and weft of their backs.

Walking across the room, even as the music played and the patrons milled about, Eric felt as if there were only three people present, only one centre of energy. Their energy, together again, after how long?

And it didn't surprise him that his cock twitched in his trousers.

Kira looked up as he neared the table. He met her eyes. Dark, serious, not a hint of the vulnerability he might have expected when he received her request.

"Hi," Eric said, as he stood by the table. He looked down at Lane, who nodded. Fuck, he was a beautiful man. I miss you, he thought. I miss you both. And dammit, I should say it. But there'll be time for that...maybe.

 

[Asa]

Did you break the encryption or do I need to call London?

She had figured it out on some level. International. They were the good guys just like CIA and others but they were more cryptic and far less.forthcoming with Intel but she had a few favors she could call in if need be to figure this out.

 

[ericrodman101]

"We didn't break it," Lane said, watching Eric cross to the bar for two beers. Kira looked confused. "Yeah, both of us," Lane said. "Eric had a try, I had a try. I know, It's a risk, two agents working on the same file, leaving tells, our calling cards. But it was tough. It is tough. We didn't break it."

His voice trailed off with resignation. He watched Eric return.

"He told you then," Eric said, clocking Kira's disappointment. " We didn't...." Lane shushed him. "I know," Lane said, "It's our job. It's all we have to do. Break one fucking file. But the shit of a thing is like nothing I've ever seen before. None of the encryption tools worked. None of the decoding programs. I even tried calculating it by hand, Bletchley Park style. I feel like I've been fighting fucking Hitler."

Eric laughed nervously. "Is it Nazis? Russian? Not Mossad, surely? Terrorists? Home grown, foreign, what? It's like nothing I've ever seen."

Kira's silence unnerved them both. Eric and Lane exchanged glances, uncertain what to say next, wanting to lighten the mood, talk about themselves, catch up on old times and what had happened since they'd last sat in the bar. But Kira clearly had a lot on her mind, and maybe a lot to say.

 

[Asa]

No... It's international. I will call London. Eric you still have that safehouse apartment here right?

She sighed shaking her head. The last time she talked to her contacts/handlers in London she had told him to go to hell when she walked away from it all. If this was him he had better have had a damn good reason.

So now what?

 

[ericrodman101]

International? London? Shit, Eric thought. This is big.

And then Kira asked about the safe house apartment. "Sure, we still have the apartment," Eric said. "But is it really that serious? Are you sure it's him?"

He looked at Lane who was struggling to maintain eye contact. He just mouthed 'fuck' and took a sip of beer.

 

[Asa]

International like us only they are more... Expendable no known country of origin and all that. I have worked with a handlers theirs from London. If I am right and it's them he should be able to crack it for us or tell me why it's there.

The CIA had sent her to work with Hillenson but they did not release all the Intel to her that he had given them and it had not gone well making her reevaluate and walk away. Hillenson had been trying to recruit her ever since bit she just kept saying she would think about it.

She smiled to them hoping it would calm things down some between them.

Yeah we need to head upstairs to the apartment.

Not the words she wanted to say. Every time they were in that apartment together it always led the same place. Not that she would not want to just that this all had her mind in a tailspin.

 

[ericrodman101]

Eric and Lane knew a little about International, but Kira had always been the lead contact. As for Hillenson, well that was another name they'd heard, but the guy, if it was a guy, had never figured in any direct contact they'd had with anyone. They were surprised Kira was even talking about International and Hillenson out loud and uncoded. Deniability was everything in this business and if you ever fell into the wrong hands or came under pressure, it was important to be able to say, honestly, you knew nothing.

And then they saw her smile, for the first time since either man had entered the bar. 'Thank Christ!' Lane thought. Maybe all was not last.

"We need to head upstairs to the apartment," Kira said.

"Sure...." Eric said tentatively. He knew how to get into it and he'd checked it was unoccupied before he left work this evening. But the apartment...the place where it had all happened between them. And what did she want to do at the apartment? Set up shop? Stay the night? With them? "Come on," he said, and set off to walk through the kitchen.

 

[Asa]

I need to make the calls and while our table is kept incredibly private we still need to deal with this out of the bar.

She followed him as they headed for the apartment.

 

[ericrodman101]

The trio walked through the kitchen. None of the staff looked up. There was a back entrance through there which many people used, a double door the second of which opened onto the alley. But between the two doors was a third, a metal grill like an air vent in the wall. Eric opened the first door and when the three were filling the small alcove, Lane closed the door behind them. Then Eric twisted the handle on the vent which first pulled towards them, and then folded back against itself, revealing a set of concrete stairs. He motioned for Kira and Lane to go first and when they ascended into the gloom, Eric closed the vent by reversing the process.

The stairwell was dark, but it was a short flight forward and then the same to the left. Lane was at the next door, a simple plywood panel without a handle or a lock. In the almost complete darkness, the three were pushed up against each other, their breathing magnified, their scents just discernible over the kitchen smells which permeated the stairwell. Eric couldn't see, but he knew Lane was finding the finger hole at the top which operated the latch. While his friend searched, Eric stood close against Kira, hearing the air expelled from her lungs, sensing the slight swish of her dress, wanting to touch her, not sexually, well not totally. More for reassurance that she was still human, still mortal, still a third of the trio. Yet he knew anything unprofessional was a step to far. For now at least. Forever?

Lane found the latch and the plywood door swung back. Light from the street bent into the apartment from a high window opposite. They stepped inside.

 

[Asa]

Walking in with them she took out her phone once the door was closed and placed the call.

Hillenson... Shut the hell up with the petty pleasantries we need to talk. What in the hell is an encrypted international file doing imbedded in an NYPD file for a run of the mill serial killer?

She listened rolling eyes.

Don't lie e to me... You are one of the few divisions of International that mynComp tech can't crack so spill it.

She listened carefully and then pulling her copy of the file out from her bag and began looking over things. Sinking deep into the case she was so invested in.

Eric pull up what you can on the first two victims.

 

[ericrodman101]

Eric realised he'd never put the two victims and the encrypted file together. Fuck! What was he thinking? Here was Kira in the safe house with them both, telling International what she thought of them, while he and Lane just stood there like her footmen. And yet, when he looked back on their old lives, footmen was what they'd been. Loyal servants to their queen.

Lane opened the cupboard and slid out the shelf with the computer. Eric wondered how long since it was last used. He had so little to do with the safe house these days. And Kira was clearly in no mood for conversation. He'd hoped for a chat before they got down to business, whatever that might be. But Kira was off and running. This was clearly something bigger than he'd imagined.

As Lane logged on, Eric wondered where Jacob was tonight. Who was he fucking? Jacob was hot. Eric felt thrilled to have such a hot young guy come onto him, even if being in the room with Kira and Lane divided his loyalties somewhere in the back of his mind. But it was Jacob who was working with the mayor on the serial killings, Jacob who was managing the police media liaison, while Eric did the more mundane local political stuff. And why, when he was with the agency? Because they told him to. Eric, like Lane and Kira, and Jacob, he guessed, just did what they were told. And they were told just enough to do the job at hand, and no more. Police media liaison. Local politics. Stuff the college intern could do. Why was the agency interested? Lane applied his thumb to the print recognition screen. The familiar logo appeared. Eric knew he was about to find out why they were there, together in the safe house again.

 

[Asa]

She studied her files her face growing a little pale as she still had Hillenson on the line...

It.. it can't be. No no... wait what? Someone aped your encryption... this was not done by...your department... that means he...

She ended the call and tossed her phone away pacing a million miles and four years in the past away. The case that had made her question it all and walk away... it was right here again. At least a ghost from it clearly fucking with everyone but for what reason and to what end. Her pacing leading her to the liquor cabinet as she grabbed the bourbon and began drinking as she thought.