Gene Polanski, Male, 45

	- Business VP, husband of Tamara, father of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- tanned beige skin, 6'1, 210lbs, short peppered grey-black hair

Tamara Khouri-Polanski, Female, 43

	- Professor, wife of Gene, mother of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 150lbs, shoulder-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Lauren Khouri-Polanski, Female, 15

	- High school freshman, daughter of Gene and Tamara, sister of Finch and Logan

	- medium olive skin, 5'8, 150lbs, back-length curly black-brown hair, colored white-streaked highlights

Finch Khouri-Polanski, Male, 14

	- Eigth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 145lbs, ear-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Logan Khouri-Polanski, Male, 12

	- Sixth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Finch

	- medium olive skin, 5'1, 110lbs, ear-length straight black hair

Holly, Female, 19

	- Agent of Marker 1, Sister of Anna

	- Bronze-tanned skin, 5'1, 100lbs, straight shoulder-length straw-blonde hair

Dr. Henderson, Male, 40ish

	- Associate of Panthea

	- Dark beige skin, 7'0, 280lbs, unkempt black hair.
Hannigan, Male, late-30s

	- Former agent of M1 and Playa Gordo

	- Pale, freckled skin, 5'11, 185lbs, short sandy-red hair

It hadn't hurt when he did it, but hours after the five-second procedure, Logan's ear still stung. They were zipping over winding roads with Dr. Henderson. It was bizarre. He could barely feel the small nick left in his earlobe, but it felt like a large spike had been driven through. He couldn't stop rubbing it.

“Stop that, you're making it worse.” Lauren had repeated those words a half-dozen times already, but he couldn't stop. The only relief he got was to massage it a bit.

The drive was bizarre, as well. Henderson drove them in a large SUV filled with monitors and displays, blinking and steady lights over the dash and along the center console.

He also drove through the darkness without headlights. The man wore goggles he claimed let him see 'just fine' in the dark. It was a bit frightening, especially when they encountered other vehicles on the road. Henderson just chuckled, assured them they had nothing to worry about.

They'd spent the day gathering some clothing and other things the man had insisted they bring before eating a large dinner of lasagna and olives. They'd been on the road for a couple of hours, setting out after darkness had fully taken hold. Wherever they were going, Logan just wanted to be there. He was tired of running from place to place. Every time they found a safe place, it was destroyed in one way or another. The adventure, the heroic dream he'd played out in his head, was becoming a drag, one which left him tired, and more and more frightened.

As the miles passed, he pushed the images of Lauren back into his thoughts and smiled. He loved that memory, the one he'd enjoyed just that morning, the way her pubes glistened, the way her fingers looked sticky and wet. Sitting in the backseat with Lauren sleeping beside him, he wished he could see it again. His dick grew hard and he idly rubbed himself through his pants.

Logan forgot about Henderson and Finch up front and unzipped his fly, pulling his twelve-year old cock out, hard and throbbing. He looked at Lauren, saw she was sleeping soundly, and rested his other hand on her thigh. He started to masturbate, running his fist over his shaft, a delightful tingle starting from deep inside him.

She was warm. So warm and wonderful. He let fingers trail into her crotch. The baggy sweats she wore didn't help him explore, but he didn't need everything. It was enough to know it was under there. He rubbed her lightly between her legs, felt himself swelling as the excitement grew. Logan wanted to see it again, wanted to touch her flesh. He considered trying to slide his hand into her pants. Precum bubbled out of his cock as his excitement rose and his body grew tense.

Logan missed the signs of his sister stirring, only coming back to himself when her hand grabbed his wrist. He froze. There was just enough light to see the shocked expression on her face. She hadn't moved his hand, his fingers still pressed onto her genitals, her mouth open in surprise. Lauren mouthed a voiceless shout. Logan... What the fuck!

He felt bad suddenly. He knew he'd done wrong, tried to yank his hand back. Lauren held firm, unwilling to give up control of the arm which had moments before been pawing her crotch. Logan saw her glance down. His penis was still out! He quickly stuffed it back in his pants and did his best to look defeated. He'd been so close to orgasm that a steady stream of fluids drooled out of his dick as it shrank and tried to hide in his pants.

Finally, she let him go and leaned away from him, closing her eyes. Logan didn't know how to read that, but he felt as defeated as he looked. He zipped up his pants and tried to ignore the way his stomach turned over.

- - -

Lauren could not believe what had just happened. She'd been asleep. The dream was still vivid and difficult to ignore. She saw Finch's cock again, spurting endless semen into the air, onto his stomach. Onto her. And not just her arm. She dreamed she was masturbating while he came on her stomach, some of his cum splashing onto her pubic hair, onto her fingers, dripping down onto her pussy.

In her sweats, she knew her snatch was sticky and wet. She wasn't sure why she'd been so aroused by the dream. Waking to find Logan fondling her and jerking off was quite a shock, but she wasn't sure which she was upset by more, her diddling, fondling brother or the way she'd been so turned on by the dream. Lauren let out a long breath and did her best not to think about either, despite the way her clit stayed hard and her pussy drooled into her panties.

- - -

Minover. There it was again, that word. Gene had just drifted off to sleep when the word screamed in his mind.

Minover. Why can't I remember what that means. They'd spent the morning touring the facilities, then the afternoon getting a briefing on the latest news, nothing they could act on directly just yet. No Limits was still dark. He was asked again if he could think of any reason they wanted him dead.

Minover. He sat up with a pounding headache.

Holly was inches away, staring at his face. Gene jumped, surprised. “Goddammit, Holly! Were you watching me sleep?”

“Yeah.”

“Well... don't do that!”

She shrugged, leaned back, then in again. “What's Minover, Gene? You mumbled that a few times in your sleep. Something seeded in your dreams?”

Pain lanced his brain and he laid back. “I... I don't know. It means something. Every time I think of it...” His face contorted in pain and he panted heavily, sweating.

Holly watched a moment before leaving him alone. Gene tried to calm his head, rubbed his temples until his skin was raw. The woman returned with an ice pack and placed it over his forehead.

“I think, Gene... I think maybe we're finally on the right track. I don't know who or what Minover is, but you display a classic case of the Mantis's work. Him, or someone like him.”

“What?”

“Guy who fucks with people's heads. We've tracked him for years. Independent who'll work for anyone with eight figures to spend. Playa's been using him heavily for months. He can make memories disappear, and force confessions to pour out in explicit detail. Not someone I ever want to meet.”

Gene knew on some level that she was on to something. The headaches and trying to remember Minover and the last few weeks he spent at Whitehead were closely tied together, and though he was sure the details were still there, trying to get at them caused too much pain to remember.

“If so, I doubt we'll get the truth out of you without some help. Anna might know someone.” Holly kissed his cheek. “Here, swallow these.” She held out two small pills.

“What are they?”

“Painkillers. For the headache.”

Gene tossed them back and sipped the water Holly offered. He rested his head again and tried to stop the room from spinning.

- - -

The SUV rolled through the electric gates of a sprawling farm complex as the near-full moon shined overhead. Lauren had stirred moments before, still confused by Logan and the dream. She turned back and watched the gate close behind them as they moved steadily up a long drive and parked near a long one-story brick home.

Henderson shut off the engine, said, “well, this is home. Come on. Help me grab the things in the trunk.”

Lauren stretched after getting out, then grabbed a big cardboard box. She and her brothers followed Dr. Henderson to the door, which opened automatically as he approached and closed behind them once inside.

The interior was nothing like the underground living quarters they'd left behind. Light blue walls, cedar browns, and deep red splashes were everywhere, on vases, paintings, and furniture. Lauren was stunned by how beautiful it was inside. The hallway led into an open floor plan, kitchen on one end, large, recessed living area taking up most of the rest. There were couches, chairs, tables of various shapes and sizes.

A woman swept in quickly and wrapped her arms around Henderson just as he sat the boxes down. The giant of a man would have dwarfed most anyone, but his wife's tiny frame looked like a doll next to him. No more than five feet tall, the dark-haired woman's body was round at the hips, boobs too large for her frame pressing out her robe despite the looseness of its wrap.

“Sorry I couldn't call first, but you know that's how it is right now.” She held on for several moments before finally breaking the embrace and kissing his lips. Henderson turned towards Lauren and her brothers, “long story, these three, but they need to stay here a while. Will explain everything. First, where are my other darlings?”

“Sleeping,” the woman said.

“I'll let them sleep, then.” He put his arm over his wife's shoulders, said, “Kids, this is my wife, Juliana. Jules, this is Lauren, the older boy is Finch, and their brother is Logan.”

Greetings were exchanged and then Henderson had them follow him to set the boxes against the wall. “Would you be a dear and make some tea, Darling? Dying for a spot.”

“Of course. You three thirsty? Hungry?” Lauren nodded. “Come with me, then, we'll find you something.

Lauren trailed the boys as they slipped into the kitchen while Henderson disappeared down a hallway.

After putting a kettle of water on to boil, Juliana looked at them studiously, measured, “you three must be in a big spot of trouble for Erns to bring you here. Big Spot.”

Lauren started to explain but Juliana stopped her. “Not here. That can wait. First, let's get you something to eat. Afraid I don't have a ton right now, out of meat, tomorrow is grocery day. Like egg salad?”

Finch replied, “yes.”

Lauren didn't care for it but she was too tired to say otherwise. Logan would eat anything. The siblings sat along the kitchen bar, quiet, something Lauren could never have imagined happening only weeks before. The flight from home, the terror, it had drilled out of them the constant fighting and chatter. That, and the strange sexual experiences they'd shared recently.

Within minutes the woman had taken hardboiled eggs and whipped them into something worth putting between slices of toasted bread. They ate in silence and each took a second sandwich when offered. She made hot tea for everyone and led them back to the couches with a platter of small, sweet biscuits.

Henderson had returned, smile on his face. “Just wanted to look in at them sleeping. I miss them terribly.”

Over the next half-hour, Henderson explained the situation to his wife. Juliana accepted that they had to stay, agreed to see after them so long as they helped around the farm. “Don't have any livestock, well, except for a couple of milk cows, mostly just keeping up appearances and such. The kids will walk you around tomorrow and explain things.”

Logan glanced around, seemed excited by the idea. Lauren wasn't so sure she wanted to live on a farm, but for a while, not running in terror every day or two would be a nice change.

Finch sounded surprisingly mature when he asked, “do you know why they're after us? I mean... I never have figured that out. Why us?”

Henderson shrugged, “reckon it's your dad they're after. Maybe they think you might know something, maybe they want you for bait to draw him out. Hard to say.” Juliana's frown in his direction was largely ignored. “If they're still following you, that's a good sign. Probably means your dad's still out of their hands, maybe he's gotten away and giving 'em hell.”

Lauren felt sad again, thoughts of her dad and mom making her long for them. Henderson noticed, said softly, “hang in there, chums. Once I get back to the bunker I'll see what I can find out. Ol' Ernest Henderson still has an ear or two available to listen to what few can hear.”

Lauren started to droop and was soon ushered off to her own bed, while Logan and Finch were sent to share a second. The fifteen-year old shed her shirt and pants and slipped under the covers, exhausted. She said a small prayer that tomorrow wouldn't find them needing to rush off to some new short-term hideout. Soon, dreams of Finch's cock were joined by Logan's stroking fingers, cum squirting on her bare flesh, touches driving her to orgasm over and over.

- - -

The pain pills left Gene loopy but unable to return to sleep. By the time he pulled himself from bed, his headache had dulled to an acceptable level and Holly was gone from the room. He splashed water on his face at the sink along the back wall, stared into the mirror, barely recognizing the man he saw.

Days of stubble shadowed his face, more shadows under his eyes. His lips were drawn tight, lines deeper. It may have been the low lighting in the room, but Gene knew the stress was really getting to him, and it showed in his reflection. Another splash of water sent him out into the hallway.

A long metal corridor showed nothing of interest. There were numerous doors. He picked a direction and walked to the end, turned right and followed past more doors until he came to one leading into a larger room which appeared to be an unlit cafeteria.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Holly walking towards him. “Hey, how's the head?”

Gene nodded, “better.”

“Nothing down here worth seeing, more bunks and showers further back. Come, walk with me.”

She took Gene's hand and strolled back the way he'd come. Holly knocked on a door at one point, “that's yours,” and kept moving.

“How can you remember that?”

“A gift of mine. Never lost.”

“Humph.”

Holly led him through double doors and up a flight of steps into a large den area. Couches and chairs could accommodate dozens of people, but Gene and the blonde were the only ones inside. There was a small fridge and wet bar near the back, and Holly made herself a drink after Gene declined and poured water from a pitcher.

Holly sprawled onto one of the larger couches, motioned Gene to join her. He sat stiffly, tried to ease the cramping in his legs.

Holly threw back her drink and downed half of it before taking a breath. She smiled at Gene when he glanced at her. “Got some good news, Gene.”

His heart skipped a beat.

“Pretty sure your wife and kids are still alive.”

“Yes?! What have you heard?”

“This and that. Nothing concrete. Don't know where they are, sorry, but there is word that one of Victors merc groups was on the trail of your kids at least through yesterday. Seems someone protected them and got them away. Don't know who or where, but Victor doesn't have them and he's pissed.”

“What about my wife?!”

“Not with them. Playa had her for a few hours, but someone busted her out of there. Rumor in the ranks is a traitor within the group. No names yet, again, don't know where, but Playa's seems to have turned its attention away from her. Wherever she is, she's out of their reach for the moment.”

Gene breathed deeply. His family was alive! He let the unknowns and the maybes stay ignored a moment as he rejoiced. “Thanks, Holly... I needed that right now. Is there... is there something I can do to get to them? Anything?”

“Not yet. Like I said, don't know where they are or who they are with. Probably still in Europe somewhere, but don't know. Until they resurface in front of someone we're watching, we won't know anything new for some time. Still, thought that was good news, to know they're out there somewhere, still running.”

“Yeah, still running. God, I miss them, Holly.”

“I know.” Somehow, she'd managed to snake her arm around him and pulled Gene to her. She pushed his head to her chest and held it there, stroking his hair. “You're a good man, Gene Polanski. I still hope you survive this.”

“Perhaps the feeling is mutual.”

“Purrrrrr...”

Gene's good mood buzzed through him and he let himself be drawn in by Holly's warmth. The blonde lowered herself down onto the couch and pulled Gene over top of her. He found himself pulling her shirt up and sucking on the blonde's tight young breasts. The nineteen-year old moaned and ran her hands down his back, nails short but still sharp on his skin.

He moved down, pulled off her pants, found she wore no panties, settled between her thighs as she spread herself wide for him. “Eat my pussy, Gene. You know you love my pussy.”

He lapped against her wet flesh, the tender folds of Holly's bright pink labia were sweet like thin honey, the pungent light cream between a salty contrast. His tongue brushed her clit and she trembled. Again and again, he lapped up and down her bald cunt, teasing her clit before licking away the discharge drooling from her hole.

Holly pulled Gene over her again and helped push his pants down to his thighs. Gene's cock was rigid in the nineteen-year old's hand, precum dripping onto her stomach. She purred again as she guided him to her snatch and slipped the head of Gene's penis between her labia.

Gene let out a sigh as he rooted in the hot, young blonde. Holly's pussy was tight, wet, opening just enough to let himself in, snug enough to cause suction when he withdrew. Gene plunged back in, drawing a gasp from her. In and out he humped the woman, her hands wrapped around his shoulders as her legs rose and wrapped around his hips.

Holly's body tensed and shivered as she drew tighter and tighter around him. She pushed up with her hips, pounding up as hard as he was pounding down on her. Her hands moved to his head, pulled him down and kissed him deeply as his cock swelled inside her cunt. Holly's held Gene to her as they swapped saliva and his dick dripped precum into her vagina, churning her juices into a froth.

She turned her head out to breathe, moaned twice, again, again letting her pleasure echo through the room. Her body tightened, her channel spasming around Gene's cock. Her eyes flared open, caught and held his, and she let go, climaxing strongly, crying out for long moments as her pussy came and coated Gene's penis with cream.

Gene thrust in and out of Holly as she orgasmed, his own not far behind. His balls felt lighter as his semen bubbled up his shaft. He locked lips with her again and started ejaculating into the nineteen-year old's bald pussy. Semen boiled into her vagina, quickly overflowing her tight hole and running out and down her ass crack. He held himself inside her, moaning into her mouth, jism slowly pulsing from his cock.

She relaxed and he collapsed beside her on the couch, pulling his slick penis from her tight teen hole with an obscene plop and saw his semen rush out and onto the cushion. They lay panting a moment before Gene realized they were not alone.

He peered over the back of the couch to watch a woman, Charlotte, he thought was her name, dressed in a black shirt and slacks, mixing sugar into her cup of coffee. The woman paid them no notice, even as she turned and walked past them and out a door into the hallway beyond.

Holly laughed, her legs still spread wide, dripping Gene's cum slowly. “That was fun. Gotta do that again soon, Gene.”

He absently nodded his assent, barely capable of pulling his pants back over his slimy, half-hard penis and resting his head on Holly's shoulder.

- - -

Reaching the southern suburbs of Belgrade took a few hours longer than expected, but it had been a wholly uneventful trip. They'd found no issues at the border as it was completely unmanned. The streets had grown less and less busy, and those few people who were out seemed focused on being somewhere else very quickly. There'd been heavy rains in the area which led to both landslides and flooding, and they'd had to backtrack and try other routes several times.

Hannigan and Tamara had watched the house for almost an hour before Hannigan picked the lock and scouted inside. The small building was tucked away by itself on a dead end street, and by the look of the yard it seemed no one had been there for a while. They needed somewhere to sleep and had almost no cash left, too little to rent a room.

He returned after several long moments, said quietly, “definitely abandoned. The power is turned off, food in the fridge is long spoiled. But there's a gas heater and a bed that looks like it has clean sheets. Should do for tonight. Ok for you?”

“Sure. Think we might find something hot to eat? Would really love a meal.”

Hannigan fished the remaining coins and bills out of his pocket and counted it. “Can't afford to use it on a meal. Tell you what, there's some cans and boxes in one of the kitchen cabinets, maybe there's something edible in there. I'm sure we can warm something up in front of the heater.”

Tamara sighed, “not quite romance, but I guess that will work.”

They parked the car far enough away that it wouldn't be tied to the house but still close enough they could sprint to it in an emergency.

Inside, the musty rooms were stiff and chilly. They sat their packs down near the bed. Hannigan excused himself to piss outside while Tamara looked through drawers and cabinets. She found a flashlight that still worked and inspected the kitchen. A couple of cans of potted meat were probably still good, so she pulled those aside, found jars of marmalade and honey, wished they had some warm bread. Instead, there were dehydrated potatoes and canned milk.

Hannigan returned and found a couple of empty water jugs, set off looking for a hose to fill them. Tamara fired up the gas heater and worked on warming hastily cooked instant potatoes alongside the potted meat. When he returned, they shared a surprisingly enjoyable meal, the first hot one in days.

Hannigan checked the surroundings for a while before settling into bed. It had already felt normal for Tamara to ease back into him and let him wrap his arms around him. She felt his penis straining against her, and once more, she pushed down her panties and offered him her wet, sweaty vagina.