Missys misadventure, p.9
Missy's Misadventure, page 9
Mike said, “Your Tracy is a very powerful witch, John, and I’m actually relieved she’s right there with Missy. My Missy might not hesitate about getting herself into trouble but your Tracy might just save her ass.”
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Les and Marsha, as always, were handling all the little details so Missy and Tracy didn’t have to worry about arranging anything. They’d been at LaGuardia, waiting when the limo had brought the girls down from West Point, having flown up on the plane from D.C. They’d been able to scramble right along with the pilot and had been boarding the plane at about the same time as Drew’s call to Missy. They’d learned to always have bags packed and be ready to go on a moment’s notice, but this trip had still come as quite a surprise.
Bags had been checked and after verifying passports were in order, the LaGuardia airport personnel had cleared everyone through security and had them on their plane in no time. It helped that it was so late at night since there weren’t many other flights coming in or taking off. Tracy had been very impressed with how smoothly things went and how “P” Branch had them on this private jet headed for Mexico in such a short period of time.
She had also been impressed with Les and Marsha. They’d already known all about her, which at first had been somewhat disconcerting. But, they’d seemed very pleased to actually be meeting her, in spite of the circumstances. Tracy could see this couple thought the world of Missy and, as they’d conversed on the plane, it had become obvious they wanted to extend the same dedication and support to Tracy. It hadn’t taken her very long to realize she could indeed count on them as true friends.
On arrival, there had been a bit of a delay in clearing customs and immigration, mostly due to how early their flight had landed. It was pre-dawn and no one had been ready for them at the airport, regardless of the whole VIP treatment they were getting. But, once outside, a car and driver had been waiting for them. They then had gone directly to the hospital.
It was Missy’s intent to push her healing energy into both Robert and Millie but not all at once. She had explained this to the others during their flight. Her plan was to make an initial visit and determine just how badly injured each of them might be. If, as she was hoping and praying, they were alive and stable when she got there, she’d push enough energy into them to assure there would be no deterioration or turns for the worse. Then, she’d come back later and continue to help them. Her ability to heal others was something she’d been learning about ever since she’d first attempted it. That had been when she’d saved Mike’s twin sister Michelle more than a year earlier.
Just as it had taken Missy two years before she’d learned how to Shift back from her mountain lion form to her human form, finding out how she could heal others had been a gradual evolution for her. Using her supernatural energy was a combination of going to special places in her mind and exercising her will. Her instincts had guided her and as her powers had grown, so had her ability to control them.
Michelle had sustained a severe head injury during an automobile accident; she’d been in the passenger seat when a drunk driver had run a red light and smashed into her door. Missy had already learned from her own injuries in the past how her healing would be greatly accelerated if she Shifted forms. She’d also noticed how she could push her energy out. When she’d seen Michelle lying in her bed at the hospital, she’d felt certain she could help by finding the energy she used when she Shifted and pushing that out, into Michelle. She’d pushed with all she had, giving it her all, right up to when she’d collapsed. Michelle, of course, had then fully recovered.
After Missy had discussed her plan, Marsha had asked, “Can you give us some idea how this healing thing you do actually works? I mean … I’ve watched you heal yourself, which is really amazing. Do you need to diagnose what’s wrong? Or, can you fix everything, no matter what?”
Missy had explained, “When my own body sustains any injuries, my energy just goes to those injured and damaged places and causes them to regenerate. So too, when I push my energy into others, my energy causes regeneration in them. Whatever was broken gets fixed. I’m really not able to diagnose whatever might be the problem. But, whenever I push my supernatural energy into someone else, they’ll get whatever is needed.”
Les had asked, “How do you know how much energy to give? You’re saying for Robert and Millie, you’ll only give them enough to keep them stable and then come back again later. Right?”
What Missy had learned over the past year was how to control what she pushed out and how to experience feedback from the other person. She had answered, “When I’m doing this, I now can feel when I’m helping and also how much my energy is helping. I become connected to them … so, it’s almost like they’re part of me and that’s why. I can do it just a little at a time rather than all at once and feel it working.”
She could stop at any point and didn’t need to exhaust herself, depleting all her energy in the process. And, it really wasn’t necessary for the other person to heal and regenerate all at once. For really serious injuries, it was better to go slow. What mattered was whether Missy could feel her healing energy was indeed helping that person.
Missy had continued to explain all this to the others on the plane, telling them all she’d need would be a few minutes with each person. She’d know, just from that, if she could heal them. She knew, of course, that Drew had expedited getting her down there, hoping for exactly that. For her to heal them.
At the hospital, Les and Marsha again seemed to know just how to handle things. Missy didn’t need to say anything or explain anything. With only a minimal amount of fuss, she was allowed to visit both Robert and Millie. Missy brought Tracy into each room with her, so she could draw energy from Tracy if she needed it. Les and Marsha came in as well. They went to Robert’s room first. Missy knew how emotional Tracy would get once she saw Millie and she figured it would help if she first worked on Robert.
Missy found she needed to fight very hard to control her own emotions once she saw Robert. She forced herself to focus. Les had arranged it so no one else was in the room, other than the four of them and Robert. She pushed her energy out and focused even harder. For two minutes, she wasn’t sure if she was helping or not. Finally, she felt it. Robert’s body was accepting her energy and she knew there was some amount of regeneration. She had no idea what exactly might be causing him to be in that coma, but she knew he’d eventually recover. After just a little bit longer she stopped.
Missy then had turned away and when she’d left the room the others had followed her out. When she’d assured them Robert would recover, they’d been greatly relieved. Tracy told her later how she’d never seen Missy’s eyes glow so much.
In Millie’s room, as expected, Tracy was overwrought at the sight of her close friend and mentor, looking like death was coming to claim her sometime soon. Millie’s head was heavily bandaged and the numerous wires and tubes, along with all the machines … this was almost too much for Tracy to bear. Millie’s eyes were closed and she was barely breathing. Her skin was chalky white and she just looked so frail. With great effort, Tracy gripped the end of the bed to steady herself and looked over at Missy.
Once again, Missy’s eyes were glowing yellow-green-yellow and Tracy could feel the energy in the room that Missy was somehow affecting. Missy stood there for several minutes and, just when Tracy was about to despair, Missy smiled at her. The sudden euphoria was so great, Tracy almost collapsed. She’d been gripping the end of Millie’s bed with such great force that, when her muscles relaxed and all her tension leached out, her whole body went limp for a quick moment and she staggered to regain her balance.
They all went outside and once again, Missy assured them it was good news. Millie would make it. She would recover from whatever was affecting her. Missy had felt some feedback and knew the regeneration process had started.
Just then, while the four of them were still standing in the hallway outside Millie’s room, Susan Donavan and Oliver Bessom walked up. Susan said, “Missy? Missy McCrea? I can’t believe this! Why are you here?” She didn’t recognize any of the others but, even though Missy had filled out in four years, she’d never forget Missy’s distinctive appearance with those deep green eyes and that dark red hair.
Missy could look anywhere from just pretty to absolutely stunning. Her facial features and bone structure were classic; very attractive with a somewhat “feline” appearance. She had a nice proportional nose and a beautiful smile with vertical crease lines in her cheeks like dimples. She had a fair complexion that would tan nicely. She had once told Tracy, “Because of my genes, I have the dark red hair, the pale pink nipples and the pearly white skin. But, because I’m also a witch with healing ability, by the time I go to bed at night, my sunburn has already healed … my sensitive skin just turns a darker and darker brown.”
Missy’s hair had been long back when Susan had first met her but today it was in a page boy style, thick and wavy with bangs. This kept it just off her shoulders, meeting the Army regulation, but still allowed being put into a pony tail whenever she was doing anything athletic.
“Susan! It’s great to see you again. I heard you were there during the explosion in that house … I’m so glad you’re okay! I came down because of Robert. And, I also know Millie … she’s a very close friend of Tracy’s, my roommate.” Missy then turned and introduced everyone while Susan introduced Oliver, the other psychic Robert had brought down. Missy and Tracy had both noticed Oliver, of course, even before he and Susan had approached. Likewise, right when he’d exited from the elevator, he’d noted there were two really powerful witches on that level, in addition to Millie being there.
Chapter Eight
Aug 27, 2019
Rather than remain in the hospital corridor, Les suggested they find somewhere they could continue talking without disturbing anyone else. Susan brought them down to the special conference room on the first floor that had been set aside for use by the CAT team. CAT was the acronym the U.S. investigators had started calling themselves by. They were all there in Cancun as part of the Candace Axtell Team. And now, three of their own had died with five others being treated in this hospital for serious injuries.
Susan and Oliver had refused being admitted, since their injuries were minor, but they had been treated in this hospital as well. They’d finally been released and had gone back to their hotel to get cleaned up and change clothes. But, neither had been willing to sleep and they had returned to check on the other survivors. Oliver had been especially concerned about Millie and Susan wanted to know about her FBI colleagues.
Colonel Armentrout was busy on the phone when Susan brought them all into the room; there were half a dozen other team members in there who all looked rather busy as well. The colonel ended his call and came right over to Susan. “Ms. Donavan, are you okay? Shouldn’t you be trying to get some rest?” He looked at the others and by his expression, he made it very obvious he wanted to know why they had been brought into the room. Into “his” room. He was the one in charge. He was frustrated enough with having to deal with so many different government investigators down there and now that things had all gone to hell after that explosion, he was not happy to see any new faces.
Although he recognized Oliver, the so-called psychic, there were two young girls who certainly had no business being there. He figured they must be more friends of this girl Candace. He knew they weren’t the ones Candace had come down to Mexico with; he’d met with them and had finally sent them back home the day before. Had those two party girls not left Candace all alone while they’d gone off to get laid, maybe this whole thing would never have happened.
“Colonel, I want you to meet some people. They’re friends of …”
Without letting her finish, the colonel interrupted by saying, “Ms. Donavan, with all due respect, you shouldn’t have brought them in here. Not unless they have some important new information for us.” He looked at Missy and Tracy who were both dressed in casual clothes. Two very beautiful girls; it was early morning and they had bright fresh faces with no makeup. But, they didn’t need any. Yep. They had to be more party girls. “Were you girls down here with Candace? Why haven’t you come forward before now?”
Missy had a dark green blouse, short sleeved and worn loose rather than tucked-in, with dark blue jeans and some low heeled sandals. Tracy was wearing a beige silk blouse, tucked-in but also short sleeved, with her chic white trousers and western style boots. Since her boots had three inch heels, it made her appear almost as tall as Missy who was actually two inches taller. Of course, Missy weighed at least thirty pounds more than Tracy did. She’d been working out again and eating like crazy ever since her return from Afghanistan; she was at her voluptuous curvy best, with wide shoulders and hips, a very narrow waist and a nice prominent bust line.
While Tracy looked very good, with her trim athletic body, there was no hiding all of Missy’s curves and she looked really sexy in spite of her loose clothing. What was not obvious was the fact she actually had a lower body fat percentage than Tracy did. Missy’s body fat was only fifteen percent and that was about as high as she ever managed to get it. She consumed at least 4,000 calories a day but her werecat metabolism burned energy, even when she wasn’t Shifting back and forth. Shifting used a lot of energy and Missy could easily drop her percentage down to only eight percent, losing all but her essential body fat, leaving her ripped and shredded with all her hard, powerful muscles clearly defined.
Les flashed his credentials at the Colonel and said, “My wife and I brought them down last night, Colonel. They’re very close friends with two of your injured investigators.” He knew referring to Robert and Millie as two of the Colonel’s investigators was stroking the pompous ass’s ego, but since he was actually using “P” Branch credentials, he wasn’t looking to have them get examined too closely. The Colonel was Army Intelligence and wouldn’t have heard very much concerning that “special section branch” of the government. He hoped to avoid questions about the agency which he and Marsha were representing.
Marsha, right on cue, just as they had rehearsed while flying down, played their trump card. “Missy McCrea here is also a close personal friend of General Blake’s. You can call him if you like. She and her roommate Tracy McGonagle both attend West Point but have been granted emergency leave. Although they don’t know Candace, the general will be very pleased to hear these girls have managed to get down here.”
Not surprisingly, this took the wind out of the colonel’s sails. His next thought was to wonder if the general was checking up on him. Right after the big disaster out at that house, the general was sending his spies down. Fuck! Just what he needed. His career was going down in flames, all because of that damn Candace. He had still been hoping for promotion to Brigadier General before he retired. He stared at Missy and realized he was probably going to have to play nice. Could this day possibly get any worse?
The colonel was old school and had some very definite opinions about women. The way young girls today were allowed to run wild was very much counter to how he viewed things should be. As for women at West Point? They only added insult to injury.
Colonel Armentrout had worked his way up the hard way and ever since getting his R.O.T.C commission out of college, he’d been taking a back seat to West Point graduates. Nevertheless, he’d managed to climb his way up through the ranks and was hoping his career wasn’t over yet. He had always been infantry branch until this latest assignment over in Army Intelligence. He’d already done his command time at an infantry brigade and this current position was supposed to help him earn his star.
He had managed to avoid having to take orders from women since most of his assignments had been in combat units. But, his frustration at what he viewed as an unfair advantage for West Point officers was only acerbated when it came to women being allowed to go through the academy. He really didn’t like women being in the military at all, much less their joining that so-called elitist club. West Pointers always took care of their own, making it that much harder for guys like him.
Then, over his long career, he’d watched as women had been granted more and more leeway and, in recent years, they’d even been allowed assignments to the infantry. Un-fucking-believable! He was glad he’d be retiring in a few more years and probably wouldn’t have to deal with that.
Susan asked, “Colonel, what’s the latest on everyone’s injuries? Oliver and I weren’t really briefed last night, since we were being treated ourselves. We both just had to come back here to find out. We only left so we could freshen up and get a change of clothes and then we came right back.”
Oliver added, “We know the two men who lived at that house were both killed, along with three investigators. But, we couldn’t get much more information than that last night.”
Another man approached who the Colonel introduced as his second in command, Major Schermerhorn. He was his new second in command since his former second in command, Lieutenant Colonel Rowley, had been one of those killed. A man from the CIA had also been killed along with Sante Teixeira from the FBI.
Susan couldn’t help saying, “Oh, no!” and had to sit down at hearing about Sante; she hadn’t heard any names the night before and had been hoping all her FBI colleagues were okay.
Major Schermerhorn explained how, in addition to Robert and Millie, there was another Army Intelligence investigator still in a coma. Brad Paulaitis and a man from Homeland Security were the two investigators who had regained consciousness. Major Schermerhorn detailed all the injuries sustained by each person, as best determined by the doctors and staff at the hospital, and explained how medical history records regarding the three persons in a coma had been sent for. CT scans and MRI exams were still being evaluated. The fact that everyone had also suffered from smoke inhalation was complicating matters relative to the injuries sustained during the initial blast.
