Chapter 5

Las Vegas

-Main POV: Deraj-

Deraj stealthily followed the ANAL agent from the nightclub, staying hidden in the shadows. The man rounded a corner and entered a hotel. Deraj followed from a distance, blending in with the rest of the crowd. The man entered the elevator and went up to the fourth floor. Deraj waited for the number to settle then hit the button and waited for the elevator to return, barely refraining from tapping his foot impatiently. He entered and hit the 4 button. He got off just in time to see the man enter a room at the end of the hall. After noticing a camera stationed on the ceiling, near the door to the room the ANAL agent had entered, Deraj walked back to Scarlet and went inside his spaceship without incident.

"Scarlet, please pull up the video feed for Aces and 8's Hotel," Deraj politely commanded.

"One moment, I have to hack in," Scarlet replied. A moment later she had it pulled up on the monitor in front of Deraj at his captain station. He clicked on the video of the fourth floor, enlarging it, then rewound it to the ANAL agent. He paused it and zoomed in on the man's face.

"Scarlet, how many cameras can you hack into?" Deraj asked.

"Uh, all of them," Scarlet said, sounding offended.

"Awesome. I want you to hack into every camera and monitor this man that I have pulled up on the screen," Deraj commanded.

"That may take a while. I will let you know when I'm done," Scarlet replied.

"Make a file named ANAL Agent 1 and load all the footage of him into it," Deraj commanded.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Scarlet squealed sarcastically. Deraj narrowed his eyes but let it slide.

Having some time to kill, Deraj headed back to the Drunken Hooker. The place was a lot emptier in the early evening. The lights were set to a slower pace, giving the place an almost romantic feel. Candles were lit on the tables and dinner menus lay beside them.

Deraj ordered a burger then tuned into the conversations around him. It was all boring romantic talk. Deraj soon found his mind wandering to the girl in his dreams. He hadn't seen her face, only through her eyes. That was going to make it difficult to avoid her.

The waitress placed his order in front of him, the smell pulling him back to his present. Deraj was surprised to find that the thought of the invisible girl had left him with a boner.

"Thank you," He rasped to the waitress as he discreetly adjusted himself. The waitress winked at him and walked away. Feeling embarrassed, he began eating his food. Suddenly ready to leave.

"Hiya, handsome," Ms. Drunk drawled as she slid herself into the seat across from him. Deraj looked at her and the problem he was experiencing in his pants immediately deflated. Not because she wasn't pretty, she was otherworldly beautiful, but because her being at his table was a bigger problem for him. ANAL was on her ass and he didn't need to be drawn into their sights.

"You need to leave," Deraj said without thinking.

"And why is that?" She asked with a look of shock. Clearly, being turned down was new to her.

"My, uh, wife would be upset if she saw you talking to me," Deraj quickly lied.

"I don't see your wife," Ms. Drunk said as she looked around, she continued, "and I don't see a ring on your finger," She said, pointedly looking at his hands that were still wrapped around his burger. All the women in the bar were seated with other men, aside from the waitress who was busy taking an order at another table and paying him no attention.

"My ring is being resized. And she doesn't have to see for me to remain faithful. You need to leave," Deraj replied, looking at his burger and ignoring her look of disbelief.

"Loyalty is an excellent quality," Ms. Drunk said, eyeing him with a renewed interest.

"Look miss, I'm not interested," Deraj stated as his phone rang. He wiped his hands on a napkin and answered the device.

"Hey, babe," Deraj said as he sassily pointed at the phone then waved bye bye to Ms. Drunk. She did not move however.

"Ooh, we're playing this game again!" Scarlet exclaimed. She continued silkily, "hello, lover!"

"I'll be on my way shortly, just trying to finish my burger," Deraj said, trying not to grit his teeth. He stared at his burger longingly.

"Oh baby, yeah!" Ms. Drunk moaned, leaning in towards the phone. Deraj jerked away, his face drenched in disbelief.

"Who the fuck was that?" Scarlet demanded, sounding like she really was a territorial wife.

"Just a woman who wants to ruin our relationship because she doesn't understand the words: Not. Interested," Deraj replied.

"Do I need to come teach that bitch what not interested means?" Scarlet demanded. This both intrigued and terrified Deraj. On one hand, he had never seen a spaceship get in a cat fight. On the other, they really didn't need to attract ANAL's attention. He decided his burger wasn't worth getting thrown into the spotlight of ANAL, and clearly Ms. Drunk had no intention of leaving.

"That's not necessary, babe. Since she won't leave, I will," Deraj said as he stood up and turned to leave. He abruptly stopped and mumbled to himself, "on second thought…"

Deraj turned back and grabbed his burger. With the deliciousness in hand, he walked away.

"Wait!" Ms. Drunk whined from the table but made no attempt to follow him. She finally seemed to get that it wasn't going to happen with him.

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"You have an update for me?" Deraj quietly asked once he was outside.

"Awe, the game is over already?" Scarlet whined.

"Yes, thank the Gods," Deraj breathed.

"To answer your question, yes, I do have an update. I've hacked into all the cameras that aren't highly secured. Those are going to take a bit more time. But, you have lots of footage of him to go through. You're going to have so much fun!" Scarlet said.

"Can't wait," Deraj said dryly. He could foresee a headache in his near future. It was a certain fate, no way to avoid it. "See you soon," He said as he hung up.

Misha awoke groggily. She fumbled around for her dream journal and pen. With a lot of effort to keep her eyes open, she began writing:

This afternoon's nap was another weird dream. Another that I couldn't control. Perhaps I am developing visions. Or perhaps it is time to retrain my mind to regain the control.

My strange dream was of spying on the security guard from the night club. I followed him to his room, then walked away. Thankfully I can say I didn't climb into a dumpster this time. Unfortunately, I upgraded my bizarre subconscious fascination for going in nasty things. This time I went into a porta potty. But once again, the inside was not what the outside portrayed. It was my spaceship, cuz I guess I'm an alien spy now. Cool in theory, but the dream reality of it involved a freaking porta potty… not cool. Anyway, after that I went to the nightclub from my shitty birthday "party," And I wasn't alone. No, I was on a date. With the bitch that flicked her fingers and poofed me and my sisters to fucking Antartica! But wait, there's more. Then my wife called. Oh, and I'm pretty sure my wife is my spaceship btdubs. I awoke shortly after and the only thing that really feels on point about the dream is that I didn't leave my burger behind when I left the bar. Kudos to dream me for at least taking the burger. Even in a dream, I don't waste good food.

Misha threw the notebook and pen down on the bed and released an aggravated sigh. She didn't know why the dream aggravated her so badly, but it did. She decided to go investigate at the club, since her dreams wouldn't let it go. After putting her dream journal away, she quickly showered and dressed. She briefly considered inviting one of her sisters to go with her but quickly decided against it. After what they had done, they didn't deserve to go.

Misha walked downstairs to the living room where their family portal was. It only appeared as a slight shimmer against the wall, hardly noticeable if you weren't looking for it. The portal would take her to one of their safe houses. All she had to do was specify which location she wanted to go. The return trip would be just as simple, a portal lay on the other side awaiting instructions. The portals only worked for the witches in their coven, their coven tattoos allowing access only to them and anyone they chose to bring with them. Misha placed her hand on the portal and the green infinity symbol on the middle finger of her left hand glowed.

"Las Vegas," Misha commanded.

The shimmery portal swirled with green and Misha stepped through. On the other side was the living room of their Las Vegas safe house. The living room was beautifully decorated in warm colors, as if a happy wife had made it into a real homey home. However, no one occupied the house. Members of their coven would stay here from time to time, as with their other safe houses. But having their own realm had it's quirks. No one could hunt them there for one thing.

Misha walked to the garage and fired up the Nissan 240 SX, Evee's car. Misha didn't have her own car yet but she borrowed Evee's whenever she felt like it. Evee could always imagine a new one if something happened to the one Misha was driving. Her cars were Misha's favorite creations Evee made, mostly because they had yet to hiss at her.

Misha drove to the Drunken Hooker and parked. She got out and walked in. The nightclub was booming, the lights flashing. However, Misha saw Ms. Drunk immediately despite the distractive atmosphere. Her anger spiked at the sight of the woman dancing and having a good time.

"Hey, bitch!" Misha shouted as she approached Ms. Drunk. The woman immediately stopped dancing and sized her up. She smiled at Misha politely.

"Do I know you, darling?" Ms. Drunk slurred. She was still sizing Misha up and assessing if there was a threat.

"We met the other night. When you sent me and my sisters to fucking Antarctica!" Misha screamed as she slammed her fist into Ms. Drunks nose. She felt a satisfying crunch as the woman screamed and blood poured out.

"You bitch!" Ms. Drunk yelled as she flicked her wrist and sent Misha flying into the wall. She held her hand out and Misha remained pinned to the wall despite her efforts.

"You ruined my dress!" Ms. Drunk shouted as she looked down at the bloody fabric. The dress had been white and Misha felt a bit of satisfaction that the stains would never come out. That satisfaction immediately evaporated when she blinked and the blood was gone. All the blood, not just on the dress. The woman's nose was no longer bleeding and there was no evidence that Misha had even hit her.

"No worries," Ms. Drunk said with a teasing smile at Misha. She continued, "but what shall I do with you?" She rubbed her forefinger against her own lips as she debated what she wanted to do.

A man in all black came up behind Ms. Drunk and snapped a collar onto her neck. Misha slumped to the floor as another man in all black rushed toward her, a collar in his hands. Misha swept her leg out and knocked the man off his feet. She stood and quickly looked around, assessing her best options of escape. There were about thirty men and woman dressed in black cargo pants and black shirts. Several were clicking collars onto other people but most of them were coming towards Misha. From all directions and blocking all the exits. Ms. Drunk was clawing at the collar around her neck futilely. Clearly the collar had neutralized her powers.

Two men lunged at Misha. She fought with all she had. She was faster than them but they had her outnumbered. As soon as one went down, another replaced him instantly. She couldn't slow down long enough to use her powers. All she needed was a few seconds and she could make them leave her alone in favor of having an orgy with each other. But she didn't have a few seconds.

'I'll fake a left then hit her with my right!' The current man in front of Misha thought as he came at her. Misha smiled as she blocked him and countered with a punch straight to his throat. The man crumpled and gasped for air.

'If she backs up just a step, I can get this collar on her!' The man behind Misha thought.

A new man lunged at Misha, coming directly over the one that had just fallen. Normally Misha would back up. She sidestepped and he flew into the man behind her, falling just perfectly for the collar to go around his neck.

Two more down, twenty to go. Misha thought. However, most of others had completed their mission of getting the collars on the other patrons. The men and woman lunged at her in unison from every direction and the next thing Misha knew she was pinned down and the collar clicked onto her neck.

"Stupid bitch!" The man with the collar around his neck said as he punched her. The others who had gotten bested by her joined in on the assault, some kicking and some throwing punches. A few miserable seconds of pain later, everything went black.

Kat walked through the portal, into her bedroom. Exhausted from taking care of the hatchlings. She stopped cold when she saw Phoenix and Trinity open her door, their faces drenched in concern.

"What's wrong?" Kat asked.

"Where is Misha?" Phoenix demanded.

Shit. I forgot I was supposed to babysit. At least she didn't wreck my room. Kat thought as she looked around her room.

"Well, I sorta pissed her off. And I had to go check on the hatchlings…" Kat trailed off, feeling their emotions of deeper worry than she was expecting.

"I had a premonition that she was getting the shit beat out of her," Trinity stated, looking pissed at Kat.

"And you're sure it wasn't by your hands?" Kat quipped.

"Not unless there was about thirty of me," Trinity shot back with a glare.

"Oh, fuck!" Kat said.

Evee cracked open the door. "Hey, Kitty Kat, you home yet?"

"Vee, do you know where Misha is?" Kat demanded, ignoring Evee's nickname for her that she knew annoyed her.

"Haven't seen her since she laid down for a nap," Evee replied as she walked into Kat's room.

Kat looked at Phoenix and Phoenix shook her head. "Any other details from your vision?" Kat asked Trinity.

"It looked a lot like the Drunken Hooker. I usually get more of a heads up with these visions but I think she might already be there. We need to hurry," Trinity stated. With that, the witches grabbed onto Phoenix and teleported.