After being distracted with drama and trying to reorganize the story, I’m back writing away at my Witchfire erotica. After my realizations, I’m trying to up the excitement a bit more in terms of the main plot. One of the things I’m going to do is expose the readers more to the villains behind the scenes.
With that in mind, here’s a sneak peek at a bit of Witchfire Part 9:
Meanwhile, at the mysterious villain organization’s headquarters.
“You heard me correctly, Senator,” the leader said, staring at the row of monitors before him. “The Aberration went through the She-Legion like a knife through butter, but the witch somehow took him out single-handedly.”
“How the fuck did that happen?!?” one of the shadowy figures on the monitors demanded.
“Somehow she knew his weakness, and exploited it fully,” the leader replied.
“God damned it Cromwell,” a female voice with a slight Latina accent snapped. “You assured us you have Delta City under control.” “If the public finds out what the Institute is up to in Delta City, it will be all our asses in a sling, starting with yours.”
“There’s no need to be dramatic, Senator,” Cromwell replied. “The Aberration test proved that the She-Legion is still useless and clueless, even with the witch’s intervention.” “We also learned she’s a threat we need to take more seriously but she should be easy to continue to keep isolated.”
“Can you guarantee that the Aberration won’t be traced back to the Institute in any way?” another male voice demanded.
“Absolutely, Mister Secretary,” Cromwell replied confidently. “If anybody has the skills to properly analyze his DNA, all they will see is Professor Pervo’s handiwork in genetic engineering.”
“I still don’t like it,” another male voice. “Axis Industries should be taking the lead on Project Dominance.”
“Kiss my ass, Yuri,” Cromwell growled. “Your second rate pharma company doesn’t have half the experience with technology or genetics as Cromwell Industries.”
“That’s enough!” the General barked. “We’ve had this discussion before.” “Things will remain as this council set them up until such time as the entire council decides otherwise.” “Need I remind you what happened to General Wade when he refused to play ball?!?”
“Point made, General,” Cromwell said with a nod. Yuri grumbled something resembling an agreement from the monitor he was on.
“Good,” The Secretary said. “Double down on project security, and work on getting a new Aberration field ready.” “It was the closest thing we had to a viable weapon.”
“Both are already in progress as we speak,” Cromwell replied.
“What about Bridge?” The General demanded. “His sexual perversions are becoming a potential security risk.”
“He’s a pawn with little knowledge of our operations,” Cromwell replied bluntly. “His electronics and telecommunications technology have been helpful, as have his financial contributions.” “If he becomes a liability, he’ll develop health problems… fatal ones.”
(For more on Mr. Bridge, see Deanna Troi’s stories at DangerBabeCentral.com)
“With that settled, I think we can declare this meeting of the Council over,” The Senator said. “I have a National Security Oversight Committee meeting to attend in a half hour.”
With that, the other four members of the Institute’s governing council signed off, their monitors going dark. Cromwell rubbed his goateed chin then straightened his suit coat, then turned to exit the control center.
“Best be careful, Max,” a woman’s voice said from near the doorway of the control center. “I think you’re starting to make the Council nervous.” “Not healthy.”
Cromwell turned around, and flashed an arrogant smirk. “You let me worry about the rest of the Council, Charity.” “None of them have my intellect or vision.”
“Just don’t let those wax wings of pride carry you too close to the sun, Icarus,” Charity replied. The leggy woman wore a professional looking knee length black dress and had her light brown hair in a low ponytail.
“Oh ye of little faith,” Cromwell replied with a chuckle so devoid of joy it could chill to the bone. “And from my own troubleshooter no less.”
And that’s all you get for now…