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Deep Cover	By : superbang Category: X-men Comics > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 3082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Deep Cover
- 2-II
- 3-Chapter 3
- 4-Chapter 4
- 5-V
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Warning:

This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If such content makes you feel uncomfortable, or you are not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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Infiltration, planting, deep cover, call it what you want but it boils down to one thing and one thing only. A single individual in danger and maybe back up will get there a minuet too late. Sara Saint John thought to herself with a sigh of bored disgust. Realizing she needed to change her attitude, she restated her mission. I�m going in, collecting information and getting out. This time tomorrow I�ll be sipping tea and reading a John Gresham novel.

Sarah knew she was good. She�d already served in the S.A.S., transferred to the Mossad and did recondo work in Bosnia. She knew her stuff. She knew how to convince people. How to listen. How to kill. But since transferring to SHIELD she�d found a lot of the same thing. Bureaucracy. This is not a job for me. The FBI should be conducting this type of investigation. Well, it�s just like Americans. Make a mess of things and expect everyone else to clean it up.

She sat in the back of a surveillance van, on a busy street in one of New York�s artier districts. They told her it was called Soho, but it was nothing like the one she knew. And get your own names as well. As much as she�d like to blame someone, anyone else, it wasn�t this detail that was under her skin. There is a war going on and I�m not in it. The sooner this is over the sooner I can transfer to a combat unit.

She still can�t believe she failed that physical. She would be on the ground, fighting right now if not for want of a little more endurance. I�m only thirty-two. If they didn�t make me do this silly sitting around I could have finished that mile within five minuets. Besides, they could afford to give me a little leeway considering my other talents.

Waiguchu turned in his chair. The tall black man with the east African extended his hand. "Agent St. James, I have never worked with a psi-op before. It is a pleasure."
She nodded and clasped his hand. "It�s my pleasure."
The civilian clothes she�d been issued were pleasantly nondescript, a plain white blouse and blue jeans. The normal shield jumpsuit left very little to the imagination. For once she was happy to be in something that didn�t run the risk of overhearing a random stranger think "check her out" and such. From her preliminary psi-scan, Waiguchu seemed to be on the up and up and fiercely loyal to his �baby�s mama�.
"I�ll stay in touch mentally. Don�t let it scare you. I�m barely telepathic, not a world class mindbender." Sara stated not really expecting a response. "If you think I called for back up, I probably didn�t. I�ll scream for you if I need help, all right?" He gave her a puzzled look. "I want to know you have my back if things get� complicated."
"No ma�am." He produced ma�am so it almost sounded like �mom�. "No SHIELD involvement, �plausible deniability�. You are strictly fact finding for a possible investigation. If you encounter difficulties, run and I pick you up."
"Fantastic." Sara let sarcasm slip into her normally cultured voice. "Well, then wish me luck and I�ll see what I can find out." Because the Americans can�t protect their own people, she added as an afterthought.
Stepping out of the vehicle she walked into a nearby Starbucks. The van drove away as she entered.
"Waiguchu can you here me?" She broadcast while online for the register.
"You are good-to-go, Saint." Waiguchu thought back, his voice sounding as if spoken in her head. She noticed he used her nickname. Since joining the international spy agency, her companions had taken to calling her by the first half of her surname.
"Saint indeed." I�ve killed more than the rest of my division combined. Most of these children have never seen combat. And if they did, SHIELD would have a tremendous laundry bill for all those soiled jumpsuits.

Walking and sipping her double-espresso, Sara made her way the eight blocks toward her intended target. Templum Victus Caelestis, even their Latin is atrocious. �Church of the Living God� is what I suppose they were attempting. It�s all the same anyway. A few youths disappear after getting involved with some New Age cult and nobody cares. The second it happens to a UN delegate�s son, SHIELD is involved. It�s all so typical really.

Turning the corner she walked into the milling crowd which seemed to be waiting for entrance. "I�m in position." She sent while finishing her coffee. The setting sun let the cavernous shadows of New York darken in the twilight.
"Copy that Agent." She heard as she stepped inside the converted art gallery this cult has been using for a sanctuary.
Immediately with in the door two line were forming, the males to one side and the females to the other. Sara segregated herself, the second she noticed each line was going through separate doors. She also noticed the congregation was predominantly young, all in their teens and twenty. Their attire suggested everything from fresh-faced highschoolers to urban professionals. There seemed to be no division between race and class, just age.
As Sara was herded through the doorway she found herself in a makeshift locker room. The young women abound her wordlessly began to strip. Twenty some odd women removed every stitch they had on, even underwear and jewelry were discarded. Sara did the same. "I�m glad you don�t have a visual, Waiguchu."

"Why?" She heard him answer.

"This is the type of thing we normally call a distraction."

Each woman opened a locker and pulled out a shimmering white robe. Sara did the same. Samite, this stuff is expensive. "How much money is backing this cult?"

Waiguchu�s response came momentarily as she busied herself putting on the heavy silk robe. "Their finances are murky at best. This organization is so new that they haven�t applied for church status yet. The only thing I can dig up is someone named �S. Gaillo� owns the building."

The women lined up again, lifting the hood of their robes. Sara stepped in line behind the odd procession of shimmering monks.
Waiguchu chimed back in. "I�m trying to cross check with Interpol for other properties owned by this S. Gaillo�"
And the mind-link went dead. Sara mentally backtracked her steps. The second she stepped out of the locker room her connection was cut off. She reached out with her mind, trying to find Waiguchu. The only minds she found were the others in this room, others who thought things like, "I don�t know her." and "She doesn�t belong."

They�re on to me! Calmly Sara tried to look for an exit, but the assembly hall they�d brought her to didn�t seem to have any. A tremendous skylight, raised dais and dark stone altar dominated the room. Archaic symbols were carved into every wall panel and tile on the floor. The stonework was polished to a shine. The only light source was the full moon shining down into the chamber; it turned every object in the hall a ghostly shade of white.
There was no way out forward, Sara decided to leave the way she came. Steeping out of line she turned and made her way towards the door. A silver-robed figure stepped in her path. She lashed out psychically, forcing the obstruction to step back. Another stepped in her way. With her limited psionics she couldn�t focus on more then one target at a time. No way to be polite about this. With practiced ease she slammed the heel of her hand into (what she estimated) to be the bridge of her opponents nose. It fell backwards from the surprising force of her upward palm-strike. As that one fell another reached out to grab her. Ducking and sprinting she bolted towards the locker room.
Suddenly her legs were caught and she fell to the floor. She found her arms and legs unable to move. She tried to roll, to throw the unseen attacker off. To her horror she found none. The very fabric of her robe was betraying her. Her arms were pulled into a straight jacket position, her legs similarly bound.
Sara Saint James flailed with her body and mind. The slack jawed cultists gaped a she futilely rolled about on the floor. "Let me go!" She cried.
The room went dark as the hood closed over her face. The heavy fabric was forcing its way into her throat. She tried to scream, tried to call out with her mind. In the end it was no use. Sara�s world went black.
* * * * *
Sara awoke on the floor. The second her consciousness returned she made a Herculean effort not to physically stir. Every instinct told her to run, but with the ease of someone who had survived many life or death situations, she forced herself to remain calm. I�m alive, but they don�t have to know that.

Sara reached out with her mind. "Waiguchu? Can you hear me?"

"I�m afraid he can�t."
Sara lay there stunned. The last thing she expected was a verbal response.
"Special Agent Sara Saint James, SHIELD Psi Division, I presume."
Sara sat up. There was no use in playing possum now. Her eyes opened to a sight she hadn�t expected. The floor and walls were covered in white marble. Similar white marble columns disappeared into the stygian darkness above. Standing braziers provided the only available light. The flickering light revealed the tapestries that hung on the walls and between columns. For a moment Sara entertained the thought that she�d been cast back in time, landing in a Greek temple.
"Come to me." The voice begged simultaneously in her ears and brain.
Sara stood. The white samite robe did not try to confine her. Compelled by curiosity she pulled the tapestry aside and proceeded toward the sound of the voice. "Hello?"
"Welcome." The dark exotic beauty lounged on a Roman style couch. Her skin was pale and smooth, her hair black as night. Her red eyes stared into Sara�s soul. "Welcome to my inner sanctum, Sara St. James."
She motioned for Sara to sit on the adjacent couch. Persian carpeting covered the floor. Silken pillows were strewn about haphazardly. A fire-pit burned just beyond, the smoke swirled into the darkness above. Columns and cloth walled this edifice, tapestries forming the boundaries. Finally Sara�s brain registered that each had a sigil, each was depicting a different phase of the moon.
"I am called Selene." Sara�s attention was drawn back to her. Her features were so striking, Sara was sure she could never forget them. She was beauty, cold and terrible, like the dark side of the moon. "Wine?" the stygian beauty offered.
This pulled Sara back from the clouds. "Yes, please." She sat on the opposite couch, trying not to stare at the woman wearing naught but black leather S&M gear. She was so distracted with not being distracted she had no recollection of how the wineglass got in her hand.
"So what interest does SHIELD have in my dealings?"
Sara was dumbfounded. She sat, blankly staring at Selene�s red eyes.
"I could rip this information from your mind, but I find conversation so much more civilized." Selene purred between sips of the dark red wine in her glass.
"Yes." Sara answered. "I�m sorry but I�m not at liberty to say."
Selene looked down, spying her own reflection in the sanguine liquid. "Is this how you want to play?" Selene swirled the glass, disrupting her image. "The longer you amuse me the longer you live."
The threat chilled even Sara�s battle worn soul. "You would murder me?"
Selene looked up and transfixed her gave on Sara�s hazel eyes. "You would murder me in a moment if you knew but a hundredth of the things I�ve done. You wouldn�t think twice about it. You wouldn�t lose sleep over it." She smiled, which chilled Sara more than the threat. "Why should I treat you any different than you would me?"
"I wasn�t sent here to kill you, if that�s what you mean." Sara answered plainly. "I don�t even know who you are."
Selene smiled, resting back into her cushions. Sara had just brought up one of her favorite subjects. "I am the hunger from before time. The scourge of Hyboria, the Black Priestess, Luna Majestrix. I am the living darkness, consort of C�thon. La Belle Dame Sans Merci. The Black Queen." She smiled with the advent of memories, conquests long ago. "I take what I want, but it is much better when given." Sitting up she stretched her back. "I am Selene, the goddess worshipped by this cult. Nations and kings have fallen at my feet and I�ve personally killed more people than you�ve ever met, little soldier."
Even without her psionics, Sara knew it to be true. She�d seen the crocodile smile of killers before, and this was the coldest she�d ever seen. "What to you want with me?"
"I told you. Amusement." Selene frowned. "Nothing bores me quicker than answering the same question twice. Besides, it�s my turn to ask." Selene�s red gaze burned like embers in the dark. "When did you know you were a mutant?"
"I�m not." Sara responded a bit of English pride slipping into her voice. "I�ve developed my mind through years of training and exercise, like I�ve trained my body to be a weapon." Sara let that sink in. Selene did not question it. "Where is Ambassador Begala�s son?"
"He�s dead." Selene quickly fired back. "He wanted to sacrifice himself for a cause he believed in." She closed her eyes and smiled again, warmly. "He believed in me. Now he�s nothing but dust, ashes and memories." The red stare returned. "There was no wedding ring in your things. How come you never married?"
Sara had to honestly think about it. "I didn�t have time. I always put it off till later�"
"Do not lie to me!" Selene cut her off sharply.
Sara looked to the floor and took a sip of her wine for courage. "I�m gay." This was the first time she told anyone that. For the life of her, Sara couldn�t understand why she was telling her this. "I didn�t want it to adversely effect my military career. So I sometimes go on dates with men to keep up appearances. Besides that, I keep my private life, private." Sara saw that this answer was deemed satisfactory. "If you�re so ancient and powerful, why do you have a cult?"
Selene chuckled at this. "For some reason your kind is born with the urge to worship. They look for answers. I give them mysteries. For whatever reason they keep coming in droves. I�ve never quite understood it." Selene shrugged her shoulders. "Why discourage them? They provide everything I require, sex, entertainment, nourishment�" With the last she stared a Sara, who uncomfortable shifted in her seat. "What war are you fighting?"
Sara blinked, "I don�t understand."
"You switch armies like some switch clothes. The British, the Israelis, SHIELD, now you want to join the American forces, what kind of soldier constantly switches allegiance?"
Sara thought for a long moment. She could draw no conclusion. "I don�t know." She searched herself and found nothing. "Life just seems so random, so meaningless. I used to think fighting the bad guys, righting wrongs was worth it. Lately it just seems to bring up more questions." Sara ran her free hand through her short brown hair. "I guess I wanted my death to have more meaning than my life." Sara looked up. Selene�s face was unreadable. "I�m sorry that�s the best answer I�ve got." Slowly the goddess nodded her approval.
"It�s my turn isn�t it?" Sara asked. Selene gestured for her to continue. "Are you going to kill me?"
Selene didn�t have to think about it. "You�re not going to leave this room alive, little soldier."
"I�ll have to kill you if you try it, Selene." At this the dark goddess laughed. Sara scowled. "I don�t necessarily want to, but I will."
Selene continued to chuckle, "Oh Sara, you are a willful one, aren�t you? It is so refreshing to see someone with no fear of death. Someone, who isn�t already suicidal, that is." Selene stared at her, the red of her eyes contrasting with the white of her teeth. "I am so going to enjoy you!"
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