Sylvie

Casey waggled one of her free fingers, “If you recall, we briefly split up to take down the drug dealers and that bastard abuser.”

“Not even the same thing.”  Sylvie looked at the clock. “I am betting that someone needs to check in soon.”  She tapped Scott on the shoulder. “What intervals do you check in, dear?”

“Every fifteen minutes. Ma’am.”  He looked at Sylvie like a lost puppy. “Usually the sergeant calls me and the others.”

Taking the time to drink from the young soldier, Sylvie counted to ten and licked her holes closed. “That gives us about ten minutes.”  She looked longingly at Casey, “Can you take them down with that little time, my black widow?”

With a devilish grin crossing her lips, Casey nodded. “Of course, my blood-fairy.”  She noticed the sexy look in Sylvie’s eyes. “I can’t leave you high and dry.  You look like you are ready to go at it on the floor.”

“Don’t tempt me.”  Sylvie quietly pointed at Scott, and Casey smiled. “I’ll let you, you need the blood.”  She blew Casey a kiss and went out of the guard room.

–

Once Sylvie left the room, Casey took the time to feed completely from the soldier and made sure there was no trace of him once she was done, once she had committed the layout on the paper to memory she licked her lips clear of extra blood.

-That’s better.  Blood full.  Now time to get these FBI agents.-

Casey peeked out of the guard door, looking for shadows that she could hide in.  Unfortunately, most of the warehouse was fairly well-lit, except around the boxes where Sylvie was headed. 

-Lovely.  What to do Rivers?-

A quick idea formed in her head, based on the conversations that the couple had prior.  Casey knew that her spider form could get her under the door and into their secure location, but that would take forever to crawl that far. 

-A cat, however..wouldn’t be too unusual.-

Concentrating on the shape and idea of a black cat, Casey’s form shrunk down to that of a typical house cat with deep gray fur and black lines.

-At least I got some black.  Let’s get a move on, Rivers.-

Taking a large leap up to the door release, Casey-cat hit the button and after the door buzzed, she pushed with all her weight to open it.  Freed of the guard room, Casey made her way down the grate metal flooring without making any noise.  It took a few minutes of her running as fast as her cat legs allowed, before she found the door.

-66-Bravo.-

Pacing in front of the door for a couple of minutes, Casey flicked her paw a couple of times under the gap in the door to see if she had the clearance necessary in her black widow form.

-Perfect.  Okay Rivers, let’s repeat the drug den.  Go in, poison then wait.  Kill the agents and find the chemical.-

Transforming seamlessly from cat to spider, Casey crawled under the door into the room.  Unlike the rest of the warehouse, this room was dark except for the red lighting all over.  She noticed little cameras scanning the room with what looked to be red beams, and the two agents locked into their respective chairs watching the entirety of the base as well as watching the local news.

Casey meticulously crawled around the red sensors and made her way to the first agent’s pants leg.  Deftly crawling up past his socks, she quickly found a piece of bare skin and fanged the man, injecting her blood poison at the same time.

“Ow!  Son of a bitch!”  The agent screamed, “I think something just bit me, can we turn on the lights and let me see what's going on?”

Shaking his head, the other agent answered. “No, you know the protocol.  I can let you go outside for a couple of minutes, but that is about it.  You had lunch, so we are supposed to be doing surveillance.”

Rubbing his leg, the first agent stood up and unlocked himself from the chair. “Alright, give me five…”  He stopped talking and fell to the ground shaking.

“Jesus Christ!”  The second agent jumped up and managed to somehow unlock himself from his seat, and ran over to his companion. “Calahan…come on buddy, don’t do this.”  He shook his friend a bit more and without warning felt a sharp sting as well. “Ow!  God Damnit!”  He screamed and flicked on the switch and doused the room in white light. “What the fuck was that?”  He wondered while he inspected the wound. “A..spider bite?”  He tried to squeeze the wound but nothing came out. “Anti-venom….”  Was the last thing the agent said before he also fell and began shaking.

-Worked beautifully.-

Casey muttered to herself and transformed back to her vampire form. Taking the time to drain both of the agents, Casey sighed and patted her belly. “I hate that she’s always right.  I feel full, but I could still feed.”  She looked at the screens, “Wait..that’s the Swift Creek Mill and After Dark. Thankfully only the outside of the buildings.”  Frantically, Casey started digging around the agent’s belongings, and tearing open lock boxes until she found what thought was the chemical. 

-Cream-colored and in a poison bottle.  Not surprising.-

She grabbed the five vials that were present and stuffed them in a small pack that one of the agents had and fastened it to her waist.  Unconcerned with being caught, Casey went out of the room and headed for Sylvie.

–

Making her way through the path of stacked wooden crates, Sylvie’s patience started to wane with every guard she smelled.

-Lovely, this will be number five.-

She squatted down and waited for the lady soldier to report to the others before jumping from the shadow and pinning the woman to the ground and draining her completely.  Watching as the ashes formed where the woman had been, Sylvie shook her hands clean and followed the little green path outlined by Code. “Is there a way that you can give me guard locations?  While I am not opposed to taking down all of the humans in the building, the more that disappear the bigger the investigation.”

“Programming suggests that your senses are better and countermeasures have not been installed.”  The little AI answered in a flat tone. “Querry?”

Letting out a sigh of disgust, Sylvie continued following the path outlined by the contacts. “You can pinpoint a box in a warehouse the size of a city block, but people aren’t programmed.”  She shrugged as the scent of another person came close.

-Yeah, Code was right.  This guy stinks too.-

Sylvie climbed to the top of one stack of crates and laid flat and watched the man appear and peer down the section with a bright flashlight.  Unlike the guards, this man was dressed in a suit and tie, with a small wire that came through the collar and to his ear. “Charle-2-3 reporting in.  No activity seen.”

Side-shifting across the tops of the boxes to follow the man, Sylvie watched as the agent walked through a secure door.

-There are more than two.-

She nodded her head and remained flat. “Code, can you…nevermind.”  Sylvie jumped from the top of her perch to the roof of the small room that the agent walked into.  She crawled over to the venting and sniffed the air closely. 

-Four.  One woman.-