Free Eve Vaughn by The Factory

me?”

     
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    She wasn’t sure. What did she want from him? Reluctantly her gaze drifted to the broad expanse of his chest and down to his lap. His cock lay dormant now, but she couldn’t help recalling when it wasn’t. Great day, he was huge and he’d filled her so completely.
    Beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead as heat raced along her every nerve ending. Was it wrong to want someone, knowing they were no good for you?
    She bowed her head so she’d no longer have to look at him. “I’m not sure, but I think since we’re going to be working toward a common goal, we should at least be cordial to one another.”
    “I agree. So does this mean you’re in?”
    “What does it take to be in with this group?”
    “We all have different tasks. Some gather information and go on missions into the city, while others stay here and keep the house in order. No one job is more important than any other because we’re a team. And we all pitch in where necessary.”
    “Oh. And what would I do?”
    “I’m sure we can find something for you. No worries on that front. We’ll give you a few days to settle in and see where you’d be best suited. Does that sound all right with you?”
    “Yes, that seems fair.”
    An uncomfortable silence fell between them. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him, but was too scared. Sleeping with someone on such short acquaintance sure made things awkward. Come on, girl, where’s your courage when you need it? She’d never backed down from anything before and now shouldn’t have been any different.
    “Jack --”
    “Well, I --”
    They began speaking at once and then laughed. “You first,” Jack offered.

     
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    “I was only going to ask how this all came to be. Growing up, I’d heard about some dissention pertaining to the Cyrellians, but I don’t think I remember anyone mentioning any other rebel groups until a few years ago.”
    “Oh, there have been others, but in the beginning our not so friendly alien guests were a bit more brutal. Those groups were sought out and destroyed. The Cyrellians have become more subtle since then. If you think about it, they control all the major corporations and what’s in the media. You’ll never see anything they don’t want you to, and their recent strategy has been to make freedom fighters like my group look like crazy terrorists. First they question our mental stability and then they make us look like criminals.”
    “Well, you guys were responsible for blowing up the clinic.”
    “Sometimes one has to take extreme measures for people to take notice.”
    “I understand, but my concern lies with the fact that my friend Holly could have been killed. She was there that day.”
    Jack crinkled his nose. “She wouldn’t happen to be a plump redhead would she?”
    Sydney narrowed her eyes. “Yes. What do you know about my friend?”
    “Only what Chase told me about her. He was the one who did it, you see.” Jack grinned. “He manages to bring her up in just about every conversation since their meeting. Says she had spunk. Chase likes them feisty.” Sydney rolled her eyes. “Good for him. I’m not going to let you change the subject. How did you come to suspect the Cyrellians were up to no good in the first place?”
    “For one thing, they were performing experiments on unsuspecting people. How do you think I ended up with this?” He lifted his eye patch to reveal a tiny mechanical ball in the shape of an eye in the socket covered by a thin film which she assumed was meant to match his normal one. Clearly it didn’t.
    Sydney gasped, not because she was disgusted, but from the contrast the metallic thing created. “What… what is that?”
     
     
     
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    “It’s a bionic ocular piece. In other words, it’s an artificial eye.” Sydney reached out to touch it, but pulled back not wanting to offend. “Is it functional?”
    “More so than the other one. Therein lies the problem. The bionic one