Humanty's Last Stand Chapter 5

[LT.Hit-Man]

Well here's yet another Chapter in this fan fic of mine.
My thanks to Kelly for editing this chap
So read on and enjoy
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Humanty's Last Stand
Chapter 5

For a moment, Nathan and Kalei stood in what had once been a morgue. They stared uncomprehendingly at the bare room, for everything that one would expect to find was gone.

The room was as bare as the day it was made. Gone were the trays of instruments that Kalei had used in her autopsy. The body was gone, as well as the gurney it had been resting on. Of the desk and chair that Kalei had been using to write out the report, there was no sign of them. On the wall that held the storage vaults for holding dead bodies until they could be worked on to determine the cause of death were nothing more than holes in the wall. Of the sinks that a coroner would use to scrub him or herself before performing an autopsy and to clean up after such a grizzly task, all that remained was exposed pipes where they had been connected. Strangely enough there was no water spraying from the pipes. They looked like they had been cut with a high-powered laser beam. The cabinets that had once held an assortment of chemicals and other containers to hold specimens had vanished into thin air.

The only thing in the morgue besides the two very puzzled FBI/PID agents was Dreadwood. He was sitting in the middle of the room with a thin sheen of sweat on his pale forehead. There was a slight tang of ozone in the chilly air.

"What the hell is going on here?" Kalei muttered to herself. She just about jumped out of her skin when her partner said from behind her, "Dammed if I know."

Slowly, Agent Dreadwood got to his feet and stood still for a few seconds before turning to face the two FBI/PID agents. "Let us leave this place, for I am tired, hungry and there is much to do and so little time to do it in." Nathan and Kalei stood there wondering what the hell had happened to the morgue.

"So, who's going to pay for the all the damages and missing equipment? " Nathan asked as the three of them left the building. The cold, damp night's air chilled them, causing them to pull up their coats. Their breath hung in the air for a few moments.

"I will take care of the matter when it comes up. Do not be concerned about it," Dreadwood said in the strangely loud whisper of a voice that was oddly as soft and silky as satin. He moved to get into his van.

"Anders called and arranged some rooms for us. Once we check in and go for some dinner, you have a lot of explaining to do, because quite frankly I have had enough of this cryptic bullshit. Understand?" Kalei gave the necromancer her best intimidating stare.

The tall man looked into Steiner's deep green eyes as a wistful smirk tugged the left corner of his bloodless lips up for a fraction of a second before returning to its normal resting place on his face. "As I have stated before, I will give you all the answers you seek once I have had a chance to read the autopsy report," he told them as he held out a hand and looked at the folder that Kalei held. She gave him the folder and told him to follow them as Nathan got into the Ford Talon and fried it up.

Dreadwood waited before getting into the van. He watched Steiner with an appreciative glance at the sway of her hips as she got into the car. Then he got into his van, letting the smirk return to his lips.





Natasha Bell push an errant lock of her short greasy brown hair out from her deep brown eyes as she got ready she got ready to sling a grappling hook up to the roof of an old textile plant that had been turned into a set of loft apartments. One quick score and I'm out of this shithole, she thought to herself as she pulled the trigger on the pneumatic air rifle. A padded grappling hook shot forth into the night air and onto the roof of the building she had chosen to rob.

Natasha had been your average NYC coke whore turning tricks to feed her habit until one night when she had been anally raped with a red hot branding iron. Luckily, she had survived that encounter and spent a long time in the local hospital having her bowls rebuilt. She took the time to go though rehabilitation and during that time, she found that she had a knack for making other people's things her own. Once she was out of the hospital and finished with rehab, she started honing her skills as a thief. Soon she became one of the underworld's top cat burglars.

At first, she had put her larcenous skill to use for herself, making a fair bit of money. Then for some odd reason, she began to take jobs stealing stuff. Not trivial things such as VCR's, DVD's and other low grade items, but thing like gold gems, computer data and high grade art items.

Then came the job where she was to steal a large shipment of drugs from one of the major crime families. It had been a piece of cake until she had the bad luck of being stopped by a cop. Needless to say, it would not have been a good thing for the cops to find the fifty kilos of high grade, china white heroin in the back of her tricked out red Hummer.

After losing the cops in a long and damn near fatal high sped chase, Natasha parked her Hummer in a deserted lot and set the self destruct charges that where placed though the vehicle. She grabbed a duffel bag that held the tools of her trade and ran as the timer of the charges counted down. Once the timer reached zero, the charged cooked off, engulfing the Hummer in a bath of thermite that was chemically bonded with an oxygen/white phosphorous compound that reduced it into a pool of molten metal, leaving no evidence behind.

After finding a phone, she called her employer and broke the bad news. He was not happy and demanded compensation for the lost shipment. Natasha told him to go and fuck his hat because she did not like the attitude he was copping off on her. After all, she was the one who had taken all the risks in lifting the junk from the heavily guarded warehouse that had over fifty armed men and woman watching over it then the run in with the cops that had nearly killed her before she could escape.

After a very long and terse argument, her now ex-employer made dire threats of having his best hitters drag her back to him so that he could skin her alive for not only fucking up the heist, but for back talking him as well. She hung up on him and began to make plans to get out of New York City. Not only did she have one very upset and angry ex-employer to deal with, but as it turned out the warehouse that had held the drugs she had swiped belonged to none other than Don "The Elbow" Macorola. She was sure that by this time, he had been informed that his stash of smack had been jacked. Ten to one odds were that at that very moment, Don had to his top notice goon squad tearing the city apart looking for who ever had ripped him off.

After taking stock of what she had on her person besides her thieving tools, Natasha found that she did not have enough money on her person to get out pronto. She dare not make a move on her off shore bank accounts that had at least a good thirty million in them until she was safely out of the country. She knew full well that both her ex-employer, known as "One Ton Tongue" Tony Lasuiko, and one very irate crime boss that she victimized would have someone watching all of the major banks for her. So, Natasha set off once more into the dark and dangerous night on a felonious mission of survival.

"Well better get a move on," she muttered to herself as she pushed the memories of the mission that had gone south and pulled the trigger on the slightly oversized shotgun. There was a dull *WHOMF* of compressed air that launched the padded grappling hook into the gusty night's air trailing a thick black rope behind it. After the grappling hook came to rest on the roof, Natasha gave the rope a few good tugs to make sure that it was secure. She began to scale the side of the building.

"OHHHH YESSS!! THAT'S IT!! EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY!!" Gwen Caldor screamed as her lover's highly skilled tongue began to dance a rapid tattoo around, in and out of her wet womanhood. She grabbed two handfuls of his hair and slam jammed his face into her crotch as his hands griped her hips.

Caoimhin Fearghul did not mind the slight pain as his soon to be happy meal grabbed him by the hair. He put his highly skilled tongue to work on his lover's blood swollen clit as he drank deeply of her spicy juices. Every time his tongue lightly brushed against her clit, he could feel his hunger grow. He felt the beat of her wildly racing heart though that lovely nub of woman flesh and fought a losing battle to send her flying over the edge of bliss due to his long, centuries long experience in the arts of love making. He began to tease his lover by slowly withdrawing his probing tongue from her pulsing pussy as his own cock began to grow hard with a raw animal lust coupled with his wildly growing hunger. His mouth covered her cunt lips and he began to slowly hum so that when the drawn out moment came it would be all the more sweet for them both.

Gwen let out a squeal of joy as she felt the delightful buzz of the humming spread throughout her pleasantly aching pussy. She wrapped her leg around Caoimhin's neck as she started to whip his head to and fro. She ground her raging love nest against his face not caring if she snapped his neck like a dead twig. Caoimhin would have found that only to be a minor annoyance, nor would be the first time it had happened. After all, he was the living embodiment of a *Dead Fuck*, not that the string of lovers that he had shared himself with over the long ages had complained about his skills in the arts of sexual gratification.

So wrapped up in their mad passion play, they did not notice they had a fly on the wall. More to the point a fly on the bedroom window who was watching them with a lusty interest. Now I have got to get me some of that!" Natasha thought to herself as felt the growing fires of lust starting to burn deep inside of her. The strong leather straps of her climbing harness began to rub against her inner-thighs. With a dreamy glaze in her eyes, she decided that she could spare a few moments to enjoy the highly erotic show that was being played out before her. Her left hand slid down under the waistband of her black jumpsuit pants and began to absently finger her own well used pussy.

The musky, lust-laden scene of Gwen had pushed Caoimhin raging and hungry soul well as past his braking point. As Gwen start to cum her brains out, he sank his fangs into her pulsating, blood gorged clit and began to greedily feed causing Gwen's upper body to rocket straight up. She damn near crushed Caoimhin's head to a pulp as her thighs clamped around him. She let out such a piercing shriek of painful pleasure as her orgasm was magnified a thousandfold.

So loud was that shriek that Natasha, who was now madly fingering herself, nearly let go of the rope she was hanging from as she too came. She watched Gwen collapse on top of Caoimhin, who was feeding like a man who had no food for nearly week and was suddenly let loose on a fully loaded buffet table. "Ohhhhh wow!" Natasha moaned as she pulled her leather glove covered hand that was sopping wet from her drenched pussy. As she started to come out of her orgasm induced haze, she shook her head and got back to the job at hand.

After reaching the topmost loft apartment, Natasha unclipped a pen size maglite from her utility belt and shone it though the darkened window. "Payday!" she said to herself as she spied a few interesting looking paintings that just might be worth something. After clamping the light between her teeth, she took out a glasscutter and a large suction cup. She placed the cup on the window and began to cut a small hole near the top. Once the hole was cut, she clipped the suction cup to her utility belt so that she would not have to drop the small glass and quite possibly give herself away if the glass shattered on the ground below her.

Next she took a small bag of finely ground sugar and dumped it though the hole. She watched as it floated down to the windowsill to reveal if there was an infrared laser alarm. Seeing there was not one, she took the maglite from her mouth and looked along the top and sides of the window for a magnetic contact alarm around the edges. There were none.

Natasha tucked the empty bag into a pocket on her jumpsuit pants, put the maglite back between her teeth and pulled out a coat hanger from between her left hip and the band of her utility belt. She slowly fed it though the hole in the window and bending it a few times, undid the window latch.

After putting the coat hanger back where it had been, she slowly opened the window not knowing if there was anyone home and sleeping or if the owner had a dog in the apartment. She unclipped a mini-fan that anyone could pick up in any five and a dime store flicked it on to blow the sugar from the window ledge. That way she would not get any on her when she climbed though the window nor would she leave any footprints as she looked around for something to steal.

After returning the fan to her belt and climbing though the window, Natasha pulled out a silenced .38 pistol from under her left shoulder. She pointed the gun in front of her as she unhooked the harness from the rope. Once that was done, she took the maglite out of her mouth and began to look around the loft apartment.

Luckily, there was no one around nor any pets. She put the .38 back in its holster and began to forage around from something steal. Most of paintings, however, where unsigned so they were a long shot at best at making some quick cash so she left them alone. After raiding the bedroom for some high-class jewelry that could well be worth an easy 10G's or more, she thought it was best to leave. Something made her stop and take a good look around. She had a feeling that there was something hidden that would be worth a lot of money. Who knows, maybe it would be the big score she had been keeping an eye out for, but there was strange, creepy feeling that was setting her on edge.

After looking around the large living room, the beam of light landed on the mantle. "Now aren't you a gruesome looking thing," Natasha said aloud as she walked towards the strange looking mask. She almost expected it to answer her as she looked it over. "Well, I'm sure that I can get a few decent bucks for you." She quickly studied the mask and determined that it was something old very old. Slowly, she started to reach for it.