Nico’s POV

In a dimly lit room we stood in front of the mastermind, Mr. Malevolence, a massive screen flickered to life, capturing our attention. We watched in silence as the news reporter, Gelder Hayne, reported live from the scene of a devastating explosion.

“The Residential Hall, a prominent and luxurious building that had stood as a symbol of opulence, had been reduced to a smoldering ruin. The explosion claimed the lives of several prominent and prolific figures, including the billionaire Mr. Johansson.”

The camera panned to the wreckage, showing the scale of the devastation as rescue workers scrambled to aid those injured in the blast.

Gelder Hayne's voice trembled with gravity as she reported, "Several individuals who were in close proximity to the Hall sustained severe injuries. Many have been hospitalized and are reported to be in stable condition, but some have sustained internalized injuries and burns. It's a tragedy of epic proportions."

The room was filled with an air of tension and anticipation as the news unfolded. Agent VV watched with a detached expression, Imani's face remained impassive, and Isabella seemed to hide her emotions behind a façade of indifference. But my countenance told a different story. I was visibly disturbed by the news, my brow furrowed and my eyes clouded with a mixture of sorrow and doubt.

As the news report continued, Mr. Malevolence wore a triumphant smile. "Congratulations, my team, on a mission well executed," he declared. Mr. Malevolence was perceptive, and he noticed my somber demeanor. "Nico, why do you seem less elated at our success?” He asked me.

I hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words, “I...I just can't help but think about the innocent people who were caught in the blast," he replied, trying to sound convincing. "It's a tragedy, and I can't help but feel for them."

Then, with a dismissive wave of his hand, he replied, "Such is the cost of our work, Nico. Collateral damage is inevitable in our line of duty. Focus on the bigger picture, the grand design we serve."

I nodded, masking my true feelings behind a facade of compliance.

Agent VV’s POV

I’m not gonna lie, watching the news stirred up some hidden emotions in me. It made me wonder how Vicard felt when he was burning alive, screaming, yelling for help but no one rescued him. I had to relieve myself of the stress and guilt, so I decided to take a shower. I undressed myself and turned back to see Nico stunned at my nudity.

I wasn’t startled, in fact, I needed to do something daring. “Join me,” I softly said to him.

“It’s not right,” he uttered.

“Nothing’s ever right in this cruel, cruel world.” I said luring him into the bed with me. Our chemistry sparked, leading us into each other’s arms. As we explored each others bodies, our emotional wall began to crumble. We kissed deeply, hands roaming freely along our bodies, hungry lips parting reluctantly at times to catch desperate breaths before diving once more.

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Nico gently grabbed my waist, pulling me even closer as the heat between us intensified. His strong fingers trailed downwards until reaching my vagina. I gasped for air, it’s been long I felt pleasure down there. I reached for Nico, taking hold of his dick, my expression filled with a mix of admiration and curiosity. “You're incredibly built," I whispered huskily, stroking him gently. Nico couldn't help but grin, his face now flushed with pride and eagerness. "Thanks." he said.

I decided to escalate matters further. Pulling away from Nico, I slid onto my knees and gently lowered his pants, revealing the full extent of his masculinity. With trembling hands, I took him in mine, running my tongue lazily around the head before engulfing him fully.

Nico let out a low groan of approval, encouraged by his reaction, I proceeded to showcase my skillful technique, bobbing my head steadily and expertly. My lips encircled him entirely, eliciting whimpers of delight from Nico who struggled to contain himself.

“VV please stop,” he begged, his eyes rolling in and out. I didn’t listen to him, I didn’t stop, I kept on bobbing my head until he cummed into my mouth. “Fuck!” He cussed as he laid flat on the bed breathing hard.

“Aren’t you gonna spit it out?” he asked me concerned.

“I always swallowed Vicard’s” I said with a crooked smirk.

“Wild,” he responded in awe.

“No one has to know about this night, okay?” I ordered.

“My lips are sealed.” He continued, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?” I asked while taking my hair up into a bun so I could take a quick shower.

With love and concern in his eyes, he asked, “I wanna see Liz, I wanna make sure she’s okay.”

“Do you know it’s considered rude to talk about someone else when you just finished having the best head game of your life from another woman.” I teased.

“I’m sorry. You know she’s part of the reason I’m here, I want her and I just wanna make sure she’s okay.” He said with sincerity.

“A man like you is very rare to find. If I’m correct this girl left you for your elder brother yet you’re still very much in love with her, even planning to get her back?” I scoffed at Nico’s stupidity.

“Love is complicated.” He said with a somber look on his face.

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Agent Vicard’s POV

It was a cold, moonless night when Agent VV, Imani, Isabella, and I embarked on what was supposed to be a covert operation to dismantle an underground organization. Our objective: to infiltrate the underground facility and retrieve crucial data on its illicit operations.

The intel indicated that the underground base was heavily fortified with advanced security systems and guarded by loyal henchmen. Our entry was swift and silent, but once inside, things took a terrifying turn. In the chaos, I was separated from the team, trapped in a room filled with raging fires. The searing heat was unbearable, and I was convinced that I was being burnt alive. I screamed for help, I called out desperately for my teammates but they abandoned me. I felt that was it, my end…until Clockwork saved me.

Clockwork used his technology to save me from certain death. He encased my body in an advanced suit powered by cybernetic enhancements. The suit granted me control over fire and heat, and the ability to manipulate technology with unprecedented precision. These powers became my tools, a gift from the vengeful and powerful Clockwork.

“I like hearing you tell that story times without numbers,” Clockwork sinisterly said to me while I laid inside the PowerPod charging up. “It’s almost time for us to pay visit to your old friends, and lover…” he added.