The men in black were getting annoyed with any questions we asked. Ryan and I both decided silently it was best to stay quiet. He leaned his head against the window and managed to fall asleep. I, on the other hand, was too on edge to sleep. Who knows what they'd try to do to us. Once he woke up, I decided to try to get in a few hours. As long as one of us was awake at all times, I was okay.

It was a damn long flight. I lost track of the time from sleeping, but we were on there for fucking ever. They eventually let me out of my cuffs temporarily to touch up my makeup. One told me I "needed to look good for the boss". For fuck's sake, where are these assholes taking us? From the plane, we were taken straight into a pitch black car. I couldn't see out the windows to even try to tell where we were.

They brought us out in an alley. Once again, I couldn't see anything to know where we were. We're halfway around the world and I have no clue where we are. This is just fantastic. They didn't take any of the others, though. Just Ryan and I, which raised some concern. We were brought into a building that could've either been a hotel or an apartment complex. I couldn't quite tell. When we were brought into the elevator, the floor they took us to required a key. It was the top floor, of course. Feds have to have the best. Guess that's one of the few things they have in common with me.

The elevator opened up into a penthouse. Grey colored marble tiles were under my feet. The carpet thrown down in the middle of the room was white fur, looking pretty damn expensive. Black furniture rested on top of it. Glass surrounded us on all sides, giving us an amazing view of the city. It seemed familiar but so many skylines look similar.

"Tokyo." Ryan muttered.

One of the agents started to pull him out of the room. The other started to frisk me, pulling off any bugs he could find. He was pretty touchy but at least he was getting rid of those fucking things. The one in my neck hurt just as bad as last time to have removed. He unlocked the handcuffs, then gestured me towards a bathroom.

"There's a change of clothes in there for you. The boss will be here soon. We're sorry for the unpleasant travel conditions, ma'am."

I shrugged back my shoulders, responding, "It's understandable. Thank you."

The second Ryan said "Tokyo" I knew why we were here. Michael doesn't waste time, now, does he? I thought this was going to take weeks. Something in him has come to be rather intrigued in our situation. He sees something of value in it. Maybe he knows things we don't, or he's trying to be helpful. Judging by the dress he left for me, he might just be trying to get me to fuck him again.

It was a tight, and I mean fucking tight, black bandage dress. I pulled on fishnets over my legs, then slipped on my underwear. Getting into that dress wasn't that easy, but it'll certainly leave him wanting more. He even left me a gorgeous necklace and matching earrings. What a sweetheart. This reminds me of something Ricky would do, honestly. They must work out of the same playbook.

I walked out of the bathroom and took a seat in the living room. All I have to do is wait now. If they felt it necessary to pull Ryan out of the room, I think I know what Michael is expecting when he gets here. Surprisingly, I tensed up when I heard the elevator coming up. I tried not to look tense though. Leaning back, I crossed my legs. His sinister smile was the first thing I noticed when the elevator doors opened. Michael excused his men to leave us alone.

"You look absolutely gorgeous." He mused, "I knew that dress would be perfect on you."

"You know, you have my Ricky in quite a panic back home." I replied coldly.

Michael went over to a tray of bottles against the wall. He turned over a glass and began to pour in whiskey. "I'm sorry, my dear. This is," He sighed, "Unfortunately the way things have to be if we're going to figure this out."

"What exactly do you think there is to be figured out?" I asked.

"I don't know. You tell me." Michael replied, "I know there was a reason you needed to come back here, with him. You two need to speak freely, but I'm not going to let it just slide under my radar that two master mind criminals are trying to hide something from the FBI." He sat down in the armchair across from me. "But, before we get there, you know this wasn't free. You owe me."

Michael curled his fingers in a come hither motion. Everything has a price. In our line of work, it's going to be a big one. I sunk down to my knees on the ground and slowly crawled over to him. The look in his eyes told me it fucked him up to see that. It drives Ricky fucking crazy. I knew it would for Michael as well. He was already so fucking hard for me. His grip tightened on his drink and he seeped a moan as I started to go down on him.

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Something tells me I'm not the first to wear any of the dresses Michael lent to me. Whatever, as long as it gets me what I need. He gave me something a little more modest once we'd had our fun. There's certain people I do feel bad dressing slutting in front of, Ryan being one of them. I used to not give a fuck but I've grown to have a lot of sympathy for him. The last thing I want to do is upset him right now. He'll already be pissy because of the circumstances we're in.

I sat down in the chair beside Michael. A small glass table rested between us with drinks sat on them. He called on one of his guards, telling him to bring Ryan into the room. The smell of sex was still in the air. Hopefully he won't notice it as much as I was. The expression on his face when he came around the corner was just as unpleasant as I was expecting.

He glared at me, "You've got some explaining to do."

"Funny," I replied, "I was just about to say the same thing. There are certain countries that are unhappy with America's tendency to bug people. Japan being one of them. To keep peace between the two countries, America lets their agents have their bugs removed when they visit. Who would've thought it'd take a sixteen hour flight to obtain privacy."

His eyes traveled up and down Michael several times. I wasn't sure where his mind was. Just when I think I can understand Ryan, I'll find out differently. I'd think he'd be way more relaxed than this.

"I'm sorry. Allow me to introduce myself-"

"I know who you are." Ryan cut him off, "I want to know why the fuck you're helping us."

Michael slowly took a sip of his whiskey. When he set it down, the sound of glass on glass rang through the silence uncomfortably. I could hear the clock on the wall ticking away. He simply gestured over to me, "I'd do anything for a beauty like this. Besides," He sighed as he readjusted in his seat, "I figure it's in my best interest to have possible metahumans in my corner. Please, sit down. Would you like a drink?"

"I'll get it myself." Ryan grumbled, limping his way over to the bottles against the wall, "If you're trying to help us, why didn't you take any of the others? Why not Ricky or Reese?"

"Ghost didn't mention to me that he needed any of the others. Besides, I don't know who I can trust." Michael said.

"I can't say I disagree with you there." He replied. Ryan made his way over to the couch across from us.

"You have quite a bad limp. Do you mind me asking what happened?"

"I'd have to tell you anyways, because it's apart of the bigger picture. I took a bullet that just barely grazed my spine. Any closer and I would've been paralyzed, so I guess you could say I got lucky."

I swallowed a thickness in my throat, "The last time I was here, Ricky told me that you were the one that puts the bugs on us. And, that they'd kill someone if you told them about it. That's what happened the day you were shot, wasn't it? They were trying to kill me because you tipped me off to it."

"Yeah, that was part of it. They were really just looking for an excuse to get rid of you and I was dumb enough to give them one. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, though. Let me start at the beginning." Ryan took a strong drink before continuing, "From the start, they saw me as their outlet for control. When they told me they wanted me to bug all of you with tracking devices and listening devices, I refused. They tried to offer me anything they could but it wasn't worth it to me. So, they blackmailed me.

They told me you'd all be sent back to ADX if I didn't do it. Then they decided to ensure they could keep me in line. They injected hundreds of nanites into my bloodstream. With a push of a button, they could kill me, at any moment. That morning in Scranton that I disappeared, I went to a place that's apart of the underground crime ring there. There's someone down there I used to know. He gave me a device that will knock out the nanites temporarily, if there ever happened to be a situation where I needed to. It'll only work once though, and I'm sure if I pulled something like that, they'd kill me.

When I was in the underground, I disabled the bugs temporarily. I turned off yours too so I could manage to tell you about them, and I guess they figured out that's why I did it. I tried to tell them it was a fluke that they cut out but they weren't buying it. They were trying to get rid of you anyways. I had to do some... Regrettable things to get that information out of Reese. Apparently we're nearly the last ones to know that we're metahumans."

"Wait, so you already knew we were, and you almost killed me for no reason?" I asked.

He wavered his hand back and forth, "Weeelll, kinda. See, even though Reese is younger than Ricky, she actually has a higher clearing than him. They trust her more, since she didn't fall in love with the a psychopath. She did, but she doesn't let it get in the way of her job like he does. She knows a lot more than he does. There's... cults, you could say, that worship murderers. That's nothing new, but what I didn't know until she told me is some of them have infiltrated the FBI. They figured out the whole metahuman thing and they've been trying to get to find a way to get to all of us.

You've been their main target. You're not the most powerful of the group, but you're the most powerful that they think they can control. That's the main reason they really tried to take you out. They thought it was the safest way to ensure the cult didn't get their hands on you. Um," He glanced back behind him, though the place was empty aside from us, "Where did your men go?"

"Somewhere they can't hear us." Michael responded, "Why?"

"I think it would be best if there was someone here to prevent Ghost from turning me inside out before I continue." He said.

Hesitantly, Michael grabbed his phone and sent a text off. Within what felt like a half a second there were two men in black walking into the room. They both got behind my chair, staying stone faced. Oh, for fuck's sake, Ryan... What did you do? He was actually somewhat nervous to tell me. I've never seen him get angsty at all.

"I promise, I did this for your own good. When I finally found out about all of this, I purposed a different alternative. Instead of killing you, we incapacitate you. That way, you're still alive, but you have no value to them." He explained, "I needed a guinea pig, and I unfortunately got one faster than I bargained for. It's the cult's fault that this evil spirit possessed Ricky. They wanted to use it to drive the rest of us towards them. It ended up working against them, though, because it's attacks on Kuza caused him to become a patient in my lab. The night he had an aneurysm, I was the one that caused it."

It was instinct to me to want to rip his face up. I shot up and tried to jump at him, but those goons caught me. "You fucking did that shit to him!" I yelled, "How can you say that you did that for his own good?"

"He can't remember his crimes now, can he?" He shouted back. Ryan lowered his voice again, sighing, "I'm sorry, but you have to understand, as painful as the recovery was, it worked. Better than I thought it would, even. I had guessed it would make the evil leave him alone, but I never knew it was going to drive another spirit out of him, let alone The Devil himself. I hadn't even realized he was possessed in the first place. Now, that both spirits have left him alone, and the cult wants nothing to do with him."

I shrugged their hands off of me, sitting back down. "So, what? You're going to make us all have to almost die and lose our memory?"

"I'm not sure. After I got my hands on those records you gave me, I have hope that there's another way I can force the evil out of all of you... All of us... I know you hate me for what I did to Mike, but if it makes you feel any better, he agreed to it."

My face drained of color, "...What?"

"Yeah," Ryan replied, "He told me he was okay risking death because he'd finally got the one thing he wanted in life. He never told me what that one thing was, but I'd bargain to guess it had something to do with you, because after he said that, he also told me to promise him if it didn't work, I had to find another way for you."

"Goddamn it." I muttered, putting my face in my hands. It broke my fucking heart to hear.

"So, I'm guessing whenever, or however, the cult brought this spirit about, the timing lines up with when the supernatural shit started to happen?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, it does. I wish I could say there was a pattern to where they're popping up, but there's not."

"The spirit you asked us to get rid of, she told Ange that she didn't want to go back to being a specter. Whatever way they brought that evil into this world, they must've opened a portal that's letting other things in." I said.

"It knocked out your listening devices, so I don't know what happened down there." Ryan explained, "Did she say anything else?"

"Yeah, a lot of shit that didn't make sense. She told Angelo that he had the power to defeat it, if he stopped hiding behind what made him. She called Chris The Devil, and told Ange that he was stronger than him. She also said when it takes your soul, it is gone forever."

"Angelo is one of the ones that the cult is scared to go after. I haven't figured out why, but whenever he's on a mission with you, they won't try to get near you. If anything, I would've thought he'd be the most harmless. Reese insists that they have good reason but I don't see it. As far as Chris is concerned, The Devil jumped from Mike's body into his. We could always try an exorcism, but I'm not sure if that would work for someone who doesn't believe in God. Besides, there's no telling who he'd jump into next."

Michael tipped his head back as he chugged the last of his drink. "Welp," He took in a sharp breath, "I just jumped into this way deeper than I thought I was."

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