Hello Mr. Robinson Pt. 12

"One final test," the A.I. said.

"How long... I have lost track..." I replied as I stood and stretched. "It is ready. I am ready."

The screen was clear, the color of ancient ice, and far more sophisticated than anything Nick had fashioned as far as I knew. It not only allowed me to access data crystals but also enhanced my ability to enter networks without being detected. I removed the crystals from my watch and placed them in the base of the screen. I powered up the device and a moment later I could feel the A.I. whispering in my thoughts. I warned him not to act out unless I asked it. It agreed reluctantly. The screen was flexible, so I placed it around my wrist in place of my watch. The material possessed a kind of fundamental memory and it would remain in place until I told it otherwise. With a mental gesture, I allowed time to snap back into place around me. I could hear the howl of the Antarctic winds buffet the exterior of the shuttle. I had to face the music and contact Nick or let him call me. How long would it take for him to notice the derelict gone? Chances are he already had, and I was in for an earful.

I pulled the hood up of the long coat I had found in the armory. It would provide protection against the subzero temperatures outside. The coat didn't have a zipper instead it would seal once the two sides were brought into contact with one another. A simple tug would reverse the process. I sealed the jacket and braced myself for the subzero temperatures outside. The wind was blasting at forty miles per hour and the temp was thirty below zero. I left the life support belt behind. I didn't want to reveal that right now. I would rely upon my modified Numenor tech for the moment. I cycled the airlock and stepped out into the blizzard conditions. The symbiote protected me from the worst of the cold but it was still brutal conditions with stinging snow battering my face while the wind buffeted me around. I heard a crackle as my subdermal speakers came online. Nick's voice came in loud and clear. My optical interface displayed his spectral image six feet in front of me. He looked pissed.

"What the hell Greg? Where the hell have you been? You dropped off the grid over fourteen days ago! How did you get to Antarctica?"

"Hi Nick," I said smiling. "You look great. Wait, the Dagobah system... why would I want to go there?"

"Fucking hilarious smart ass," Nick said scowling. "We've been worried shitless over here. Well okay, I have been worried. Apparently, your family was okay with your disappearance. They wouldn't tell us anything. Does this have anything to do with the 'other' disappearance?"

"What other disappearance?" I asked trying to hide my smile.

"The alien ship, damn it, it vanished off our scopes. Did you... how the hell could you... FUCK Greg!"

"You are breaking up Nick. Hey, I'll be back soon. I am going to thumb a ride. I'll be back soon."

The signal sputtered and died. Damn he looked upset. I saw a side of him that he kept well hidden. He was a control freak. He needed to know what was going on all the time. There had to be a GPS chip in my implant for my own safety but now it was going to prove a liability. I switched off all the features I considered extraneous or that could limit my movements. I reached out with my thoughts to see who was alone right now. Rhea was busy and quite focused on her manhunt. Cindy wasn't alone and busy making love to someone. I went down the list and I found only one person that I trusted that I could contact right now. I sent her a message and waited. She replied, and I could feel how eager she was to invite me for a late-night snack. I tied into a satellite over Washington D.C. to make sure my sudden appearance would go unseen. The date and time corresponded with Nick's words. I had been gone for two weeks. I had been so careful with the time stone. Oh no, it had nothing to do with that. The time I had spent on the ship was the cause for the difference. The scant days I had spent on the Progenitor vessel travelling at high speeds across the solar system had equated to nearly two weeks passing on the Earth. I was lucky it hadn't been longer than that.

The satellite feed gave me a gap in CCTV feeds that I could take advantage of. I shifted my location to a block away from my target, it was shadowed and free of traffic. I was lucky that snow had recently fallen over the northeastern United States. I walked the short distance and knocked on her door. The door was yanked open and Dawn Barrington stood there staring at me. She looked past me and frowned. Dawn stepped aside, and I walked in. She closed the door behind me before pouncing. She stepped back and shivered.

"You are freezing Greg," she growled as she grabbed my wrist and tugged me towards the fireplace. "Did you walk here?"

"Only a couple of blocks," I said truthfully. "You look great Dawn. Is it okay that I call you Dawn?"

"I am insulted that you would say something like that." She said as she bent over and fed the fire.

"You are evil," I said as the firelight backlit her thin gown and what she wasn't wearing beneath it. "No bra or panties, you were expecting me."

"There, that ought to do it." She said ignoring my comment. "I was going to make some hot chocolate. You look like you could use it."

"With little marshmallows," I said, and she nodded.

I followed her into the kitchen. She helped me out of my long coat and whistled. Dawn examined it and stood there looking at its seamless construction. I removed my gloves and set them on the counter. I walked towards the refrigerator to grab some of the ingredients. That snapped Dawn out of her scrutiny of the jacket. She rushed into motion and beat me to the fridge and pointed at one of the high-backed stools. I nodded and sat down. Dawn moved efficiently around her kitchen. She knew her way around instead of relying on staff for necessities. I found that attractive. She poured milk into a pot and switched on the stove. Among the ingredients was a bottle of chocolate liquor.

"Did Nick make that jacket?"

"No," I replied, and her eyes narrowed as she looked over her shoulder at me. "Do you want one?"

"Yes," she replied smiling brilliantly. "In black please, black goes with everything."

"Do you want it short or long?" I asked and after another twenty questions I had a clear picture of what she wanted. "MMM... you make a mean hot chocolate. How is Drew doing?"

"She is doing great! Her seamstress skills have reached a new level. She won awards at WorldCon as well as Comic Con in New York this year. She is going to want to know who made your jacket. I've never seen anything like it. Ooh, I heard all about Cindy, protecting antiquities... that is right up her alley."

"I still worry about her."

"You do, and you always will. Be a sweetie, I must use the little girl's room. Why don't you open one of those bottles of wine and let it breathe?"

I watched her walk away and once I lost sight of her, I took the corkscrew and opened one of the nicer bottles. It was nice to be doing nothing. After god knew how long of training it was nice to be idle. I heard a soft footfall and turned to face the doorway. Someone was standing there but it wasn't Dawn.

"Hello Mr. G," Roo said in her best Harley Quinn voice. "I got an itch that needs scratching."

She stepped out of the shadows and I smiled when I saw her in full costume and make up. The red and black latex suit clung to her body like a second skin. I licked my lips and Roo sauntered over and stood in front of me facing away. She ground her ass against my groin. I cupped her tits and teased them as her ass did its work. Things escalated nice and slow as Roo placed my hand on the front zipper of her body suit. I tugged it down slowly.

"Oh Mr. G, you got me all wet," she purred. "Are you going to make me beg for it again?"

"You are going to ride my pogo stick." I moaned as she continued to grind.

"I love your pogo stick."

"Put your hands up Harley," Dawn said from the shadowed doorway. "I got you covered."

"Darn it Batgirl," Roo whimpered. "Your timing sucks."

"Speaking of sucks... turn around and open wide pudding." I ordered Roo.

Roo faced me, bent at the waist, and sought out my nonexistent zipper. I was forced to strip down as Dawn stepped in dressed in an amazing batgirl costume. Roo's skill in costuming had improved since the first time I had seen her craft. My clothing was piled near my feet. Now that I was naked, I was vulnerable to Harley's oral attack. She gobbled up my cock with ease as batgirl took out her bat vibrator. The dual headed toy slid into both of Roo's holes with ease. Dawn struck a heroic pose as Roo deep throated me.

"Damn girl that feels amazing!" I cried out as Dawn removed her utility belt and unzipped her uniform.

"I need cock." Dawn groaned. "Who is your favorite villain Greg?"

"Easy, Ra's Al Ghul, he is so damn smart and a hell of a back story. You've both been working out. You look amazing!"

Roo's head was bobbing up and down while her mother faced away from me and peeled off her suit showing off that round bottom of hers. I grabbed Roo's pig tails and took over for now. She eagerly gave up control as Dawn moved into position. I pulled Roo's head up, pulled her close, and settled my hands on her hips. I lifted her up so that her pussy was at head level. As I began eating her out Dawn backed up onto my erection. I lapped at Roo's pussy while her mother fucked me slowly. The low vibrations from the toy along with my tongue was driving Roo headlong towards one hell of an orgasm. I worked her hard as her body began to shake in my grasp. Dawn was slamming her hips against my erection.

"I have missed your cock Greg!" Dawn howled.

"I am so damn close!" Roo shouted as I tapped into the toy and took over. "What are you doing mom? Oh gawd... I didn't know it could do this... oh shit!"

I held her as she came. I almost lost control of her when her back arched suddenly. I twisted my torso and settled Roo down onto her feet. She sat in one of the chairs and watched her mom throw herself at me. Now that my hands were free, I grabbed Dawn's ass and hammered her with sharp hard thrusts of my hips. I looked at Roo and mouthed the words, 'you are next'. Dawn cried out suddenly taking me by surprise. I stopped and let her recover a bit. I eased out of her and stalked over to Roo. I lifted her legs up and removed the toy. The next moment I slid inside of her. I mauled her tits while I hammered her with hard slow thrusts. I could hear Dawn's pants as she caught her breath. Roo lifted her ass up off the seat of the chair. I picked up speed even as Roo's noises got louder.

"I am fucking your little girl," I growled as Roo settled her legs over the arms of the chair. "I am going to wreck her. See how my cock stretches her pussy."

"Mommy, he's so big!" Roo whimpered getting into the moment.

"It's okay baby, mommy's here... he is going to break you sweetie..."

I stopped and Roo lost her mind. I pulled out of her before tossing her over one shoulder. A few moments later her mother was over the other shoulder. I carried them upstairs to the master bedroom. I settled the pair on the bed and directed their movements. Dawn was on her back with her daughter lying atop of her. I knelt between their legs and slid into Dawn. I thrust hard and fast and alternated between them flawlessly. They were both screaming, begging, and enjoying every moment. I loved the feeling of control. I needed it right now. Mother and daughter were my playthings for the night.

"Who gets it?" I asked as my cock swelled inside Roo.

"ME..." Dawn demanded and Roo relented.

I switched to her and pounded her the last few seconds before my load plastered her insides. Damn I needed that. Roo rolled off her mother. She moved close and kissed my cheek. I eased out of Dawn and stood at the edge of the bed. Roo decided to lick me clean as her mother recovered.

"I heard you and Lydia are an item." Dawn whispered. "What do you think of her?"

"Who told you?" I asked and then answered her question. "You three have something in common. She doesn't get loving often enough."

"She did silly, she said you read her like an open book."

"I try to be observant. I want to make my lovers happy." I admitted.

"Oh, you do," Roo purred. "You do."

"Tell her about your jacket," Dawn said knowing it would keep Roo entertained.

"Jacket, what jacket," Roo asked glancing from me to her mother.

"I have a new jacket. It has no seams to join the material." I told her and Roo's eyes got as big as saucers.

Soon I was being quizzed about the material and how it was joined. I had to deny her many of the secrets for now, but I was pondering a human solution to the corundum. Was there a material that could be joined seamlessly? I closed my eyes for a second and was in the digital ether before my eyes finished closing. The Progenitor A.I. swam next to me as I queried what I knew of human materials. It wasn't long before we had a solution that was both economical and simple to apply. With a little start up cash it would alter the fashion industry for decades to come. I opened my eyes and smiled at Roo.

"How would you like to go into business with me?" I offered Roo and she looked at her mother.

"What kind of business?" Dawn replied seeing the gleam in her daughter's eyes.

"Manufacturing material and creating clothing," I replied as mother and daughter shared a look.

"What are we talking about exactly," Roo said sitting next to me as she wiped her mouth clean of our combined juices.

"Let me grab my jacket and we can talk details."

The three of us walked naked down to the kitchen where my clothes were. I handed Roo my long coat and she stared at. I could see how puzzled she was as she examined it. I tugged the smart screen from my sweaty wrist and pulled up the schematics for the materials and how they could be joined together. Roo stared at the screen and again there was that perplexed look. However, Dawn looked at them and seemed to understand the chemistry behind the material, but the mechanical was beyond her. I offered to put up the money if she would put her name to the material and the process. We would share a name on the patents and Dawn was quite happy to agree to it. I would have a lawyer draw up the paperwork and we could sign things next week.

"Do you have any idea how big this is going to be?" Roo asked and I shrugged. "Seamless construction is simply unheard of and will literally revolutionize not just costuming but clothing in general. We will make a killing. I could expand into more traditional lines. Where did you get your jacket Greg?"

"It's a secret," I said, and it was Dawn that answered.

"That is why Nick has been so pissed off. He has put off every invitation I have sent his way. Normally he and his sister are keen on spending time with us. But the last week or two he's been downright pissy and even snapped at me. He seemed to think that you stole something. This isn't it, is it. You got this jacket from somewhere else. I can see it in your face. This was a gift from someone."

"I must be projecting." I said smiling. "Yes, it was a gift and I did lay claim to something, but it didn't belong to Nick or anyone else."

"It must be something very special," Roo added. "OH... who are you?"

"Greetings Lady Roo... Lady Dawn..." the Progenitor A.I. said in introduction as it hovered over the smart screen.

"I told you to keep a low profile." I said to the hologram.

"How is it doing that? I don't see any holographic projector." Dawn said as she studied the smart screen. "It is so thin. What is the power supply? Who made this Greg? It isn't one of Nick's is it."

"I made it actually. It is a prototype. It is a smart screen. It is nice and flexible. I made it for my personal use."

"I am the latest in crystalline technology." The cephalopod stated as it swam through the air.

A sudden spike of rage struck me from Rhea and I knew she had cornered her prey. I had to be there for her. I kissed mother and daughter goodbye and informed them that Rhea needed me. I dressed in record time and dashed out the front door. I drew on my connection with her to find her location. She was just outside Melbourne Australia. As I gathered the power of the space stone, I tapped into the CCTV network and found a spot close enough to teleport to. I took a deep breath and two steps later I was exiting an alley on the fringes of Melbourne. I shrouded my presence and silently approached the killing ground.

"OZ! Where are you?" Rhea's voice roared and echoed.

"Right here love," Oz replied never showing himself.

Something was wrong I sensed a trap. Rhea was locked in her bloodlust and didn't see the three gunmen stationed on nearby roofs. I sent out a narrow psychic attack. It leapt from man to man like chain lightning. The soft clatter of guns hitting the roof was hardly noticeable. I sought out Oswald Sebastian Kane and thanks to the upgrade from the Progenitor technology I found him attempting to flank Rhea. He was crouched and ready to pounce. Did I interfere? If I did Rhea might take it badly. I waited and watched. If he harmed her, I would drop him like a stone.

"Why? Why would you betray her trust?" Rhea snarled.

"You mean that stupid little girl? She was asking for it. I wish I could have lined up more guys for the train on her."

"Are you suicidal? Do you have a death wish?"

"I can't die sweet cheeks. You can try but you are going to fail like all the others."

"The others... you've done this before." Rhea said her voice shaking with disgust.

I fought the red haze when I thought of what he had done to my little girl. I scanned Oz to find out what secrets he was hiding. His biology was unlike anything I had ever seen before. His invisibility was just the tip of the iceberg. He was something dark and twisted. I pulled up every file I could access that had any reference to what the scan had revealed. I discovered a few vague entries in records kept by the Order. The word Nephilim described a creature out of legend. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when such a legend stepped out of the shadows. Oswald was an immortal blood drinker. Did Rhea know?

'I have learned that Oz is a Nephilim.' I sent to Rhea. 'Attack with caution my love.'

'I felt your proximity, thank you for not interfering. My weapon can slay such a thing.'

I climbed to one of the rooftops and searched the unconscious sniper. I pulled up his identity and found that he too was a Nephilim. I was forced to kill them for fear of having them recover from my attack too quickly. I altered the smart screen to produce a pulse of concentrated ultraviolet radiation. I fired a beam through the skull of each of the snipers killing them instantly. I took up a position to watch the conflict that was about to explode into motion below. Oz struck first but Rhea's instincts were more than enough to turn a fatal strike into a glancing blow. The two wove in and out of striking range of each other. I took mental notes on Rhea's style and critiqued it. I was going to have to set aside time to improve her training.

"Your death will be slow monster," Rhea growled as her blade slices air where Oz had been a heartbeat earlier.

"I admit you are far superior to any other foe I have ever faced. Pity Greg isn't here to watch you die."

"He is here. He is watching us. If I fail, he won't."

Oz cried out as her words caused him to falter for just a moment. The wound wasn't fatal, but the blade did strike deep. Rhea took confidence from her small victory and began to weaken the Nephilim's strength by strike after strike. Soon he was bleeding from a dozen wounds and his speed has slowed noticeably. I could sense his growing panic and informed Rhea to quit delaying his death. Oz attempted a burst of speed to escape but Rhea was waiting for him. A precisely timed feint forced him and her blade to meet one final time. The long knife severed his heart in twain and he fell to the ground dead. I joined her over the body and glanced down at him. I sent a focused blast of ultraviolet light into his skull as I had the others to make sure he wouldn't recover.