It was around one am when I pulled into my driveway. The thumb drives were dancing in my palm like a couple quarters and I felt good about the information they contained. Almost as good as I felt about my new mission in life, which was to plunder Sabrina until dawn.

The moment I stepped inside the smell of popcorn and laughter hit me like a heatwave. I crept silently on my tip toes into the living room and spotted a bunch of average to cute girls in clothes that weren't better than panties and a bra. It honestly, would have been fine if most of them had something to look at but at least three had pancake chest. Two could barely be considered as having breast and the last two having breast that probably gave them back pains.

That's including Sabrina but I guess it was fine for her. She was tall with a bubble gut to hold up her breast to begin with. Not like she could add any more stress on her back as is.

Okay, so I might admit to being horny because I totally overlooked the pile of shit on the table. Liquor bottles on the floor and shoes splattered around.

"I hope you are going to clean this shit up before morning." My voice made all of them jump like someone caught doing something wrong. But being nasty was being wrong.

Sabrina literally struggled up before drunk wobbling towards me. She collapsed into my arms while breathing out fumes that curled my nose hairs.

"We will clean it up."

I scrunched up my nose as I leaned back. "Okay, move! your breath is killer."

She frowned and moved away. I took it as the perfect opportunity to run to my room and catch a shower.

*short intermission*

"Can someone tell me what the fuck happen?" The Director of FBI, shot out his chair as he pointed at the big screen.

The conference room was silent as people listened to the news report while watching the live feeds from body cams.

"None of you dare to explain how such an easy operation turned into this fiasco?"

"Sir, we were led to believe that the targets were just ordinary evolvers. This led to those on ground having a false sense of security. Nobody would have thought that they would not only attack our undercover agents but also take valuable intel from our systems." A senior agent tried to push the sense of dissatisfaction towards the Intel group.

The Director sat back down. "How much did they manage to take?"

"Three copies were made of everything related to evolvers and one copy related to the president directive."

The Director shot back up with enough force that his chair put a chip into the wall behind him.

"How the hell did they get that? What the fuck is our firewalls worth?"

"Sir, it isn't that our network security was bad but that the agents on the ground allowed him to subtract everything within their authority. We didn't find anything wrong with it until the reports came in."

The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

The Director didn't bother sitting back down as he rubbed his temple.

"What about our agents tailing the other evolvers?"

"They are exposed and I suggest removing them. Definitely from Mr. Winters who I suspected to have cleaned the house. Agent Palmers isn't good enough to go head to head with this fellow if he knows why the government is acting against evolvers."

"We don't have any evidence suggesting that he has ever been involved with any criminal activity. Pulling her from a rich straight A student isn't the optimal option. She should instead try to get closer."

"Just because he doesn't have a rap sheet doesn't mean he hasn't committed a crime. It only says he hasn't been caught. Plus if he is like we suspect, then he should be able to easily pick out Agent Palmer."

"You are being too cautious. The kid isn't some violent criminal, he's just a lucky kid that became something more. Yet, it is obvious that he hasn't been showing an ounce of his ability like some of the other targets. This low key nature of his, says he fears and respects the government ability to want to dissect unknown entities."

"What you described can also fit the description of a clever serial killer. The more he wants to fit in with the normal people, the more he has to hide. We should just bring him in openly."

The Director shook his head, "the president only wants us to act when they are committing crimes. We don't want them having a reason to rebel until we know what kind of abilities these people can bring to bear."

The Director turned to senior agent rival, "have Agent Palmer get close to the student. She should have a high chance considering they are both warrior subtypes."

The black hair man nodded and left the room with a smug smirk.

*intermission ends*

I wrapped a towel around my hair and dropped onto the edge of my bed. I fingered a thumb drive while my laptop booted up.

Million thoughts ran through my head as I plug in one drive after another, downloading their content. However, all those thoughts cleared up as I got deep into the files. No it was more to say that I was bloody pissed that I was being targeted as a suspected alien terrorist. The terms they used to describe people who went from better physical fitness to outright exotic abilities.

Apparently they didn't even know about us when we first came out four years ago. Yet, within the last two years, evolvers have been exhibiting behavior that was uncharacteristic of them. Like students performing above their normal averages in sports. Criminals escaping a police sting operation by throwing up some kind of magical element. Prison breakouts by digging smooth tunnels. These things were all glowing lights across the world.

So the American government passed down an order. Anybody suspected of being an evolver would be monitored. The moment they committed any crime, they would be taken in and stuck in a black site. As for why they started bothering me, they definitely have a device that can scan for a certain frequency that's only in warrior and spellcaster types.

I fell back into bed and let out a frustrated sigh. My lips curl into a frown as I smelled someone purposely walking towards my door. Followed by a half ass knock. I knew it wasn't Sabrina, she would make me go find her ass if I wanted pussy. Only two of her friends bother to hit on me. One was an ultra skinny girl, the, 'I can see your ribs, skinny. Not the gut hanger skinny.

The other wasn't skinny or chubby but she was outright average. Breast wasn't all that big and ass… well she had an ass that look like it was eating herself. The bad news is that she has been crushing on me since third grade. You would think she would find someone on the same level as herself to date but hasn't yet.

Taking a deep breath, I walked over on my heels so whoever it was would hear me coming. When I opened the door, what I saw wasn't what I was expecting. Why? This was a goddess and none of those girls downstairs fit that description. This was a woman who had everything every man liked about a woman in one form.

Sadly, Tinashe Palmers, aka Agent Palmer was what the feds call a Spirit Beast subtype of the warrior branch. Her spirit beast was a tigress, which is probably why she had such wild, curly hair that almost put mine to shame.

Of course, while I was confused beyond belief how this fed snuck into my house. I mean it's not like she couldn't have walked in but that as a shifter, what I call spirit beast. She should have caught my scent and the deadly threat to foreign shifters.

I stepped aside upon catching a hint of ale on her lip. The honey kind that I brewed myself just to have something to give to important people. She didn't even hesitate to step in and pull off that black shirt. I closed the door and walked over to the laptop, closing it while using that same movement to move a glock from under my pillow to the dresser.

When I turned around, she had already out her pants and was coming at me with the good vibes. Speaking of vibes..

"Alexi, play the bedroom jams."

Mm, this is about to be a hella good night.

***

Morning found a way to peek through the blackout drapes and I felt like one of those guys worth a million bucks. Waking up to a goddess that you might not have scored previously. Nothing could stroke your ego better than that. Even if the girl was fed and only using her assets to be close to you.

I eased out of bed and tip toe around the bed. Taking in a long gander at how I put her to sleep. Not that I am saying I'm the greatest. I'm just slightly above average but that is actually normal now. My stroke game can't even be considered great but I know how to abuse a cheat code. So I do because what guy wants to be known as a dead knockout with a lousy dick?

So seeing her with that thin line of drool and soft snoring. I honestly, feel like the top dog I am. I might as well snap a selfie label King Lonnie.

Flex a few times.

Not wanting to be caught self ego boosting, I jumped into the shower. I cleaned up fairly well as I threw on plain tee and thin joggers. Praying that it wasn't that hot today. Just because it was summer didn't mean the sun had to show out.