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Chapter 24: Another Chance

The man removed his mask, a casual smile on his face. “It is wonderful to see you alive, Mrs. Polanski. You have no idea how much trouble I've gone through to rescue you.” He motioned towards Hannigan. “Please, put down your weapons. I only wish to talk.”

Tamara shook anxiously. Hannigan eyed the armed men a moment, then lowered his pistol to his holster.

Victor looked past her, said, “you too, my dear. I know only too well how nervous that trigger finger has been in the past... don't want any... misunderstandings...”

Tamara looked behind her to see Hilda bring her pistol down but the woman didn't holster it. Hilda replied, “what do you want, Victor?”

“In due time. Quickly, now. There are those about who would see you harmed. Gentlemen, please escort my guests into the vehicle.”

The armed men split into a wide half-circle, guns pointed only slightly lower. Hannigan took Tamara's arm and took a step towards the SUV. Tamara wasn't sure why they were complying so easily, but she had to admit they were outgunned and she expected Victor would order them shot if they resisted. She let Hannigan pull her along.

Brrrrrrt-brrrrrrrt-brrrrrrrrrrrrrrt-ZING-brrrrrrt!

Bursts of gunfire exploded from her right. Tamara saw one of the armed men fall, then Victor was thrown back against the side of the vehicle, blood spurting from his neck. Hannigan slammed her toward the left, pushing her into a rushed sprint into the woods.

Brrrrrrt-brrrt-brrt-brrt-brrrrrrrrt!

Tamara raced ahead of Hannigan, never paused to see if he followed, fear driving her deeper into the trees. The sounds of gunfire ended but she raced on for several minutes before Hannigan shouted, “Tamara! Hold!”

She relaxed her sprint and ducked behind a tree, turned back to see Hannigan race behind her, Hilda hot on his heels.

Tamara was frantic, “what was that? What happened?”

Hannigan was barely breathing heavily. “I dunno. I saw Victor go down, at least two of the other men as well. I'm not sure if someone just saved our lives or if we're about to get a visit from someone worse than Victor.”

Hilda broke in, “we have to keep moving. We won't get another chance to get away. Anyone could find us here. Run!”

- - -

“She'll be here in five minutes,” Holly said as she returned to the small table outside a coffee shop on the south side of Marrakesh. “Hang tight.”

Gene was barely hanging at all. His skin bounced as his muscles spasmed, the pill's effects becoming less pleasant by the hour. The earlier euphoria was slowly replaced by anxiety, and his muscles felt like they were being shredded and bruised. He had powered through three full pitas and a bowl of green olives, eyeing the second plate in front of where Holly sat down. As the euphoria wore off, he found his hunger growing stronger.

Gene saw Holly look past him, smiling, blinking her eyelashes. He turned his neck, saw only an overweight, middle-aged Moroccan man looking at his plate. Gene turned back, asked, “can we trust Sagal? Relatively speaking?”

“Yes. I've known her since I was very young. She's always been solid. I've worked with her a few times in the past. As much as anyone, yes, we can trust her.”

“So no idea why she's here?”

“No.”

“Is that unusual?”

“Hardly. You should know this, Gene. The fewer people who know what you are up to, the easier it is to get it done.”

“Right...”

Gene never saw her walk up, but a tall, thin black woman sat down next to him, her clothes were modern casual brown slacks and a mocha blouse, lighter than her dark-brown skin. She wore sunglasses despite the evening darkness. Her hair was wrapped with a thin green scarf.

Holly leaned over the table. “Sagal.”

“Holly.” The woman turned towards him. “And you must be Mr. Polanski.” Her accent was singsong, lilting but lightly husky. “Pleasure.”

“Call me Gene.”

Sagal nodded.

“So what have you heard?” Holly whispered.

“Little. There's a No Limits cell north of the city, but they've been quiet for a while. Israel has gone dark. That worries me, Holly. Other than that... not much else.” She checked her watch. “I've got an hour to kill. Any news on your end?”

Holly gave her a brief synopsis of the situation at Oasis, including the assault on Jesus and her missing sister. “Wish we knew what was going on there. We're missing something crucial.”

Sagal didn't respond.

Gene saw Holly again smile at the man behind him. He asked, “what are you doing, Holly?”

“Who, me?” she grinned. “Flirting. I'd have thought you recognized that, Gene.”

“With that guy? Why?”

“Cause every time I smile at him, he blushes and looks away. I think it's cute.” She kissed Gene's cheek. “You're not the jealous type, are you Gene?”

He let out a groan. “Hardly.”

“Good... cause we've got an hour to kill before we roll up our tracks and see what we find. I think I'm going to fuck him. Excuse me...”

Gene gave Holly a bewildered look, then turned towards where she leaned close to the man's head, whispered something, then sat on his lap. The man looked stiff with nervousness, but Holly whispered something else, then stood up, took his hand, and headed towards the interior of the cafe.

Sagal laughed. “That girl is a nympho on steroids, as I'm sure you've found out by now.”

Gene shook his head. “To say the least.”

“Scared, Gene?”

“Constantly.”

“You get used to that with time. I wager you're better at handling it today than when this all started.”

Gene shrugged. “Maybe.”

Sagal pursed her lips. “Know why I'm here, Gene?”

“I thought agents didn't talk about their missions.”

“Not typically, unless someone needs to know. And you need to know.” The waiter brought a pot of hot tea and cups, poured one for Sagal. The woman sipped it and continued. “I'm here to protect you at all costs. We know that whatever you know, it is vital. Gotta keep you alive, Gene. I'm here to see that you stay alive.”

“Holly know this?”

“Yes.”

“She told me earlier she didn't know why you were here.”

“Holly didn't lie. I communicated it to her just now.”

“Not that I heard.”

“It wasn't for the ears, Gene. You gotta listen with your eyes sometimes.”

He shook his head again, leaned back, finally feeling full.

Sagal leaned forward, rested a hand on his leg. “Listen, Gene... it's been a long haul for me lately, and if Holly's off having fun, care to help me relieve a little stress?”

Gene tilted his head at her. She was certainly beautiful, but he'd hardly met her. “Uh... look, thanks... but...”

“But you have something better to do?”

“No, just...”

She grabbed his hand and slid it between her legs, the heat from her thighs closing in around his fingers through the slacks. “No?” She asked.

Gene paused a moment, mind racing. The pill's effects still included sexual pulses, and he quickly became excited by the thought. “Where then?”

“Follow me.”

Sagal led Gene into the cafe and through a door which led to a long hallway. They turned right, went through another small shop and went inside a door. They were in a bathroom with three stalls. Sagal took his hand and led him into the one on the far right.

Gene could hear heavy breathing even after he closed the door behind them. Sagal unzipped his pants, was soon stroking his dick to hardness. Gene heard a moan, then another. Holly. She's fucking that guy in the stall beside us. Sagal turned towards the sounds, smiled, whispered, “mmm... a special treat...”

She squatted down and slid his penis into her mouth. Gene groaned uncontrollably, Holly moaning as well, a man's rapid breathing and harsh grunts becoming louder. Sagal didn't spend long sucking his cock, soon stood, pulled her pants down to just above her knees, then did the same with her blue silk panties. Sagal turned around and bent over the commode.

Gene ran his fingers over her vulva, the woman's sex wet and slippery. Her dark pubic hairs were scratchy but well-trimmed around her labia. Gene pushed the head of his cock against her opening and thrust forward steadily.

He heard Holly orgasming as his dick slid fully inside Sagal's vagina. The dark-skinned woman sucked in her breath, moaning as Gene started to fuck her. His pulsing cock slid through her hole easily, creamy froth soon churning along his length.

Gene held her hips, fucking Sagal firmly. Her slender, long ass looked beautiful bent over like that, and he watched as her labia trailed down his shaft as he pulled back, her tight, dark, puckered anus barely moving above.

The man fucking Holly let out a long groan, and Gene was sure the man had just cum. Holly giggled throughout, the man breathing heavily. Sagal's fingers tickled Gene's balls a moment from between her thighs, then moved back to her clit. The black woman slammed back against him, bucking, braced with one hand over the toilet. She cried out, her pussy clenching, and Sagal orgasmed strongly around Gene's cock.

He shuddered, tensed, tensed, and exploded in the woman's slick vagina, spurting, spurting, grunting with each shot. Over and over, his cum rushed out of his cock and filled the black woman's hot cunt.

He pulled back, winded, watched the semen running out of Sagan's pussy. She stood straight, pulled her panties up quickly, and refastened her pants. Sagan turned, an amused, pleasurable look on her face. She stroked Gene's shrinking cock a few times, said quietly, “thanks for that... hope we have another chance to take our time...”

Gene just nodded. Sagan kissed his cheek and tucked his penis back into his pants.

- - -

Dr. Henderson had left before Lauren and Finch returned to the house. They hadn't spoken during the walk back. Lauren was full of butterflies and tingles. She was surprised how good she felt, how confident. She'd worried that she'd instantly regret having sex with her brother, but instead, she felt high and light. It had been an intense experience, the sensation of Finch's penis in her vagina, his ejaculation inside her body, the way he had shuddered as he came. Her clit grew hard just thinking of it.

They sat in the living room with Logan and the twins. Hannah cast her a knowing smile and flushed when Lauren couldn't help from smiling back. The five of them sat quietly a while before Juliana brought them bowls of stew and glasses of lemonade. The woman wished them a good night and turned in early.

Hannah stood and stretched, motioned Lauren to join her as she went down the hallway.

They ducked inside Hannah's room and closed the door. “So!” the girl said, “tell me everything!”

Lauren blushed and smiled, turned away as they sat on the bed. “I dunno. We had fun.”

“Fun? I bet it was more than fun.”

“Yeah,” Lauren admitted, “it was better than I expected... I'm still tingling...”

“Did you let him cum in you?”

Lauren nodded.

“So hot... so, now that you've been with him... think it might be ok if I play with Finch, too?”

Lauren felt a bit of jealousy, didn't respond immediately.

“It's ok if not... I was just hoping... you know... Plus... Georges is hoping you haven't forgotten about him...”

Lauren smiled, “no way. How could I forget about him... he has been wonderful.”

“So, maybe the four of us can have some fun together tomorrow night? What do you say?”

“The four of us? Oh... uh...” Lauren's mind raced, excitement filling her again. “Yeah, ok.”

Hannah smiled, “great. Oh, I can't wait, Lauren! I've never had anyone but my brother inside of me... I can't wait! See?” She grabbed Lauren's hand and slid it underneath her dress, Lauren's fingers pressed against the damp panties between the girl's legs. “I'm soaked!”

Lauren flushed. “Mine are wet, too... mostly from Finch...”

“Oh, you didn't rinse afterwards?”

Lauren shook her head.

Hannah slid off the bed onto her knees. “Real quick, can I taste you? I want to taste him in you so badly... I've wanted another chance to taste you again since that first time from my fingers...”

When Lauren leaned back slightly, Hannah took that as an affirmation. Her hands shot to the teen's pants and quickly slid them down and off one leg, her panties right behind. Hannah spread Lauren's thighs and lapped quickly against the teen's sloppy pussy. Finch's cum still drooled out of her hole, and Hannah mewled as she tasted it on Lauren's warm, tender folds.

Hannah's tongue slid quickly around Lauren's clit, the darker-haired girl's body vibrating from the contact. In moments, Hannah's movements caused Lauren to shudder into orgasm. She held her hand over her mouth to stifle the cries, hoping Juliana and the others didn't hear her. Her legs wrapped around Hannah's back, drawing her into her crotch as her orgasm flowed over her.

Lauren fell back on the bed, and Hannah pulled back, grinning, Lauren's juices and Finch's cum on her lips and cheeks. It was an arousing sight, and she motioned for Hannah to slide onto the bed next to her. She kissed the girl's lips, tasted the pungent mix of creamy, salty fluids in her mouth. Lauren breathed, “I want to taste you...”

Hannah giggled, moved up the bed and straddled Lauren's face, her dress falling over the teen's head and blocking everything but Hannah's legs and crotch from view. Hannah settled an inch from Lauren's face, pulled her panties to the side, and moved to contact.

Lauren's tongue darted out, collecting slimy juices leaking over Hannah's labia. The fifteen-year old hummed as she licked the girl, Hannah's body moving in circles on her face. Lauren probed her vagina, the pungent, sweet cream thick and rich just inside.

Lauren sucked on Hannah's clit, the brown-haired girl's pubes scratching her nose. She brought a hand under the girl's dress and slid a finger into Hannah's pussy. Hannah moaned and rocked harder, bucking against the penetration. Lauren managed to slide another finger inside the girl, the tight channel barely opening for her. Lauren's tongue circled, circled, sucking lightly, circling, circling. Hannah moaned again, jerked forward and back three, four, five times, she cried out, and fluids gushed over Lauren's lips and chin.

Hannah bucked hard, forcing Lauren's nose into her Mons. Lauren fought for breath, but savored every drop, every shudder of the fifteen-year old's orgasm.

Hannah fell to one side, giggling. “Oh my god, Lauren... oh my god...”

Lauren wrapped her arm over Hannah's body, then kissed her, the taste of Hannah's recent orgasm shared in their mouths. Lauren smiled, “You taste so good... I could eat you all day.”

“Well, I'd like to try, but I'm a bit sore... Georges gave me head earlier, need some time to recover.” She kissed Lauren. “Tomorrow night, though... that's going to be something special...”

- - -

“How can you be so sure?”

“I'm good at this, Gene. I left beacons, trackers, every time we stopped. There are... signals one can listen for, to track an agent. Now, there are ways to not be seen, but we all have to check in from time to time, we get pinged, we look something up on a private channel. Sometimes, those can be detected. Never can be one hundred percent, but it's good enough to make our move to Dakar.”

Gene said nothing further as they looked out over the southern part of Marrakesh from a rooftop of a shabby, abandoned three-story house. Holly folded up her small tablet and stuffed it into her bag.

They walked back to the stolen car. He'd said nothing to Holly about the exhibitionistic acts they'd shared in adjacent stalls earlier, and she offered nothing about her thoughts. Sagan had left moments after the events after conversing with Holly. They decided it would be best for the Somalian woman to hang back and follow them at a five or ten minute distance. Close enough to help in a pinch, far enough she might notice something on their tail. Holly had not told her about the Cambridge, only that they were heading for Dakar.

Gene looked around, said, “can't we get a better ride? This one is just awful.” Holly's potential connection for a flight had not panned out, and they were stuck with a 30-plus hour drive to Dakar. “And no air!”

Holly let out a frustrated grunt. “Ugh. Fine. You wait here with our stuff. I'll be back in less than half an hour.”

She started the car and left him to wait a few blocks from the cafe. In the darkness, the unfamiliar sounds and rhythm of Marrakesh felt more intimidating. But Gene was starting to get the hang of things, so he thought. Maybe it was the pill giving him confidence, but he leaned his back against the wall casually, hand near but not on his concealed pistol. He eyed every moment, analyzed every sound. He found himself becoming determined not to be killed the way Utah had. No one was going to sneak up on him.

Gene knew the pill's effects were pushing his confidence up against the division with arrogance. It was a tough balance to maintain. One kept him alert, just on edge, ready for surprises. The other could easily cause him to miss things that matter, to gloss over details or take the situation for granted.

It felt like an hour but Holly pulled up just a few minutes later with a glossy-black Mercedes. He slung their gear in the back and climbed in.

The air was on full-force.

“Much better.”

“There were a few dozen of them parked outside a house party for one of the local officials. Can't believe it was so easy to get away with it.”

“How can you be so sure you got away with it.”

“I doubled back after I parked it a mile away. There were people milling around the party, but no sign that anyone noticed the missing car.”

“Hmm...”

Holly shrugged. “Regardless, we'll ditch this one in a few hours for another one. This one sticks out too much once we get to Senegal.”

She pulled off with speed and soon had them cruising to the east before turning onto a major north-south highway.

- - -

Logan returned from his shower to find everyone but Hannah already gone to bed. The tall fifteen-year old was reading on the couch but looked up to catch his eye. She smiled and Logan felt all warm inside.

Hannah nodded her head to tell him to sit next to her and he did. He watched her put the book away. She crossed her legs, then looked at him again. She asked, “so, Logan... was it you or your brother who watched my parents in bed today? I'm guessing it was you, yes?”

Logan froze, eyes widening. Hannah didn't look mad, but he knew he'd been caught doing something wrong. “I... uh... uh...”

“Don't worry about it now. Just... don't leave your mess behind, ok? It was all over the doorframe.” She smiled at him. “You know, for a young guy, you have a pretty big load.”

Logan shifted uncomfortably. “Uh... thanks... uh, ok... I... I uh... I won't do it again. Promise.”

“I didn't say that. I just asked that you don't shoot your jizz everywhere. Mom might start asking... difficult questions...”

Logan thought she meant questions about Hannah's afternoon with him and his brother, and he agreed that he didn't want to answer those concerns. “Uh... right. Yeah, I know.”

“Besides,” Hannah continued, “you're not the first person to watch them do it. Georges and I have peeked loads of times. Not been caught yet. Once they get going, they tune everything else out.”

“Oh... yeah? Yeah, I know. Uh... so... we're ok then?”

Hannah nodded. “Yeah.” She slid next to him and wrapped her arm around him. “I was thinking... got another load that I could have?”

Logan grinned, “always, yeah.”

“Follow me.”

Hannah led him to her room and closed them inside. She brought her finger to her lips to tell him to keep quiet, then dropped to her knees. The twelve-year old felt nerves and dragons racing through his stomach. His little cock was hard and ready by the time Hannah had unzipped his pants and pulled it out. She grinned and slid her lips around the base.

Logan groaned and Hannah pulled back. “Shhhhhh...” she whispered.

He nodded and the teen took him in her mouth again, mewling quietly as she started to suck and slurp his small dick.

Logan couldn't last long with Hannah's hot fifteen-year old mouth blowing him perfectly. His hips rocked up and back, up and back as she bobbed in small movements. He stiffened, tensed, and semen burned up his shaft and spurted into the girl's mouth.

Logan barely stifled a moan as he came against Hannah's tongue, his penis ejaculating thin jets of milky cum in her mouth. Hannah held still as his orgasm rushed in, the last of his jism dribbling out to pool on her tongue.

She pulled back and closed her mouth, swallowing, then breaking a large smile. “Mmm... yummy.”

Logan felt high, vibrating. He sat there a moment, Hannah slipping out of her day clothes, leaving only panties covering her flesh. Logan stared at her tits. She smiled at him, said, “want to suck on them a minute? Not too long, I'm tired, but you can if you want...”

Logan just nodded and Hannah moved over to the edge of the bed, her chest inches from Logan's face. Her areolae had tightened, nipples hard, goosebumps along her skin. Logan had never sucked boobs before, but he felt all the confidence of a thriller-movie lover as he pressed his face against one and sucked it.

“Easy there. Not so hard. You want to work up to it. Here, tease it with your tongue. That's it.” She had Logan flicking her nipples with the tip of his tongue and he loved the sensation. Her skin tasted salty, and she smelled of sex. He wondered if she'd been masturbating earlier because she certainly smelled like Lauren after she played with herself.

Moments later, Logan was blissful, having mastered his first boobs. He smiled at Hannah as she pulled away. She said, “good job. Next time, I'll teach you a bit more, ok? But for tonight, I need sleep.”

“Ok... uh... thanks...”

“My pleasure. Goodnight, Logan.”

- - -

“Wait! Just... Wait...” Tamara was struggling to breathe as Hilda raced ahead of her. They'd been running for the last hour, barely pausing to rest. Hannigan had dropped back a few times to see if they had pursuit, and by the time Tamara cried out for a stop, he was fairly confident they'd gotten away, at least for a short time.

Tamara sank to her knees, gasping. Hannigan passed her the canteen from his sack and she tried to work down a few drops at a time. Hilda kept a vigil nearby as Hannigan sank down and sat next to Tamara.

He said, “so, Victor found us here. Means he's found some way to follow us or track us. Damn... wish I knew how.”

Hilda replied, “and whoever shot him seemed to know he'd be there. What I want to know is who was tracking Victor.”

Hannigan shook his head. “No clue.” He took the canteen back from Tamara. “We left most of our supplies in the car, and we're running low on water. We need a plan.”

Hilda stared off into the night. She said quietly. “The car's too risky. We just need to get away. Regroup somewhere.” Tamara saw nothing but a handful of trees and blackness as the night grew deeper and she slowly regained her breath.

A branch snapped sharply to Tamara's left, and everyone turned, suddenly on their feet, ducking quickly behind trees.

A man's voice called out. “I broke that on purpose. If I wanted you dead, you would already be dead. Just relax. I'm coming into your circle.”

Hilda and Hannigan had pistols out, and Tamara shakily drew her firearm.

The man said, “Hilda, please. You've got a shaky finger, I don't need another gunshot right now. You know me.”

Hannigan and Tamara watched Hilda falter and then lower her gun. “Haul?”

“Of course. Please, put them away.”

A man strode out of the darkness dressed in dark-green camouflage, a knit-hat on his head, a large sub-machine gun in his grip. He wore black and green paint on his face, neck, and hands. He relaxed the grip on his weapon, but just barely. Haul cast eyes on each of them, and Tamara suffered the man's intense gaze uncomfortably. He nodded. “Ok. We need to get somewhere secure. Big storm coming in shortly, gonna get real cold, and real snowy. Come, follow me.” Haul turned back in the direction from which he'd come.

Tamara stood still, demanded, “how do we know we can trust you?”

Haul paused, swiveled his head towards her, a small, measured smile on his darkened face, replied “You don't,” and set off at a brisk pace into the night.

- - -

I fucked my sister... I fucked my sister... I fucked my sister... Finch was wired late into the night, the experience from earlier that day pounding in his mind. I fucked Lauren! I fucked my sister... Logan was asleep next to him and had been for hours. Finch relived every sensation, ever sound Lauren had made, the way he'd fucked her and cum in her pussy. I'm not a virgin! I came in my sister!

He tried to drift, tried to let the fantasy playing in his head fade into relaxation, but all he could think about was having sex with Lauren. He hoped she'd give him another chance the next day.