Agent in the Dark (The Agents for Good) (13 page)

C
hapter Fourteen

The Routine

In the days to follow we fell into a routine. In the mor
ning she coerced me into reading a Bible together as a couple that Eli had given her. Story time usually ended on a sensual note. She would leave me then, at least that’s how it felt.

She would go over to her chair before the screens and b
ecome lost to the world. Verbal communication wasn’t even possible, because she was so zoned in on her task. At various times throughout the day I would place food and water before her. Most of the time it disappeared, but as to when she ate it I wasn’t sure. I even checked outside the window beside her to make sure she wasn’t chucking it away.

The evening was my favorite time of the day, because she would stop her work and become mine again. Our nights were full of torrid fantasies come to life and our mornings full of gentle lovemaking, before she went off to work on the only other obsession she had other than me and her faith in God, which was breaking the Code.

I had to admit to a certain amount of jealousy against the pile of equipment in the corner of the room in terms of how occupied it kept Asia, but her work had to be done so I
amused myself, as best as I could, with the idle pursuits that I had filled my time up with before the advent of Asia on my island. It was hard though, because well everything that had been before was now almost boring in comparison to spending time with her.

Asia rubbed at her eyes and starred at the screens again. She’d only been at it today for three hours so she couldn’t blame it off on fatigue. Could it really be that simple? A half hour later of similar fact-finding and she determined with reasonable accuracy that yes it really could be that simple. The message behind the Code may be a simple one, but it was so complex in its means of accomplishing the intent of its masters, as to completely boggle the imagination in terms of the amount of preparation that it had taken to pull the takeover of the world off, so successfully.

Her mind poisoned by what she had just discovered about the ultimate intentions of the Code she pushed away from her screens and powered down the equipment. She’d had enough of the Code today and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. She stepped outside. Now where would she find John? She hated to abandon him every day the way she had been for over a month now. In some ways he was like a little boy, who was bummed because his buddy was too sick to come outside and play with him. Well she’d surprise him today with an early gift of herself.

She heard the clanging of metal and knew instantly in which direction to go to find him. She started down the path t
owards the smithy. It was absolutely incredible what John had accomplished with no tools to start out with on this island. He’d made it into an island paradise and she marveled at what he would think up next.

She fingered the beautiful dye work of the soft leather dress she wore. He had made it for her. He was an uncharted world of unmatched creative skill and ability. Perhaps none better exemplified than his skill, as a giving and compa
ssionate lover. He made her literally crave to feel his touch upon her and it was all she could do to return the favor back to him.

He’d opened a whole new world of touch up to her and she had never realized how without touch she had lived her life up till now. He filled her hidden need for it and gave her even more. It was beautiful how they complemented each other and each felt love in their own language. It really wasn’t her touch that John craved most. It was her words and her continual gift of herself to him, however and whe
never he wanted her. She in return received the two things that she had been starved for most in life, touch and quality time.

She’d never had the loving touch of a mother or one that wanted to spend time with her doing anything. Her father, while he had loved her had done so at a distance leaving her to be raised by tech staff and the robotic influences of co
mputers. She had learned reflexology and massage, even chiropractor skills all in an effort to receive touch herself, but no one had ever gotten the hint. Now through the grace of God she had a man, who couldn’t keep his hands off of her and actually listened to her or at least tried to.

Granted there had been a few nights, when he had drifted off to sleep on her, while she was talking, but she wouldn’t fault him for that. What was so much more amazing was the fact that she knew that he would rather spend time with her than do anything else. His actions loved her at the core of who she really was and she loved him in return. He was a gift from God to her that she would never tire of spoiling.

Asia saw him then hard at work at his blacksmith forge. He claimed that he never worked out. Yeah right, she thought to herself openly adoring the interplay of muscles and te
ndons that rippled up his arms and then across his back with each heavy strike of the hammer against the anvil.

Her warrior was making himself a new sword. She had no doubt that it would be one of his finest creations to date. He had been working nonstop on it throughout the day for the last week. It was something to do and keep busy at, while she was busy at work breaking the Code.

Asia stood by and watched with real interest, as he patiently hammered away at the homemade steel footprint of what eventually would be a tempered battle ready sword fit for any knight of ancient times. No, on second thought, she mused John wasn’t quite the knight in shining armor type. He was more of a Conan the Barbarian type, at least on the outside, but she wasn’t complaining.

I had to admit that I was curious, as to why Asia had knocked off so early, but it was nice having her here so I wasn’t asking her why. I dropped the sword into a trough of water to sizzle before turning all my attention to her.

She smiled, “Hello handsome
wanna play hooky with me for the rest of the day?”

“I couldn’t think of anything better.” I said honestly.

She started for me then with that certain look in her eye, but I held a hand up forestalling her, “Wait here and close your eyes.” I commanded.

She gave me a curious look, but complied with my wis
hes.

I stepped back into the smithy and reached up to a high shelf and pulled the necklace I had made down. A bit ner
vously I approached her hoping she would like it. “Okay you can open your eyes.”

Her eyes flew open in anticipation and she gasped at the sight of the necklace I was holding out before her.

“Oh John!” She breathed out, as her fingers reached for it. I let her have it feeling very proud of myself inside, because of her reaction.

“There’s not much gold to be had on the island, I used all that I had. Most of the metal is copper. I’m hoping that by adding the gold and some other elements that the copper will keep its rich color and not tarnish. The stones aren’t rubies, but red garnets that I found and polished. It’s as pr
ecious, as I can make it with what I have to work with.”

Even though she seemed especially enamored with the intricate working of the necklace I couldn’t but feel that it wasn’t enough somehow. “I wish I had pure gold and diamonds for you though.”

Her hand reached out to my arm, as she held the necklace up in her other hand, “No, this is better! Much better! I love it John!”

Her words and the sparkling depths of her eyes echoed her sincerity and I relaxed in the knowledge that I had pleased her and given her something of value.

“Won’t you put it on please?” She begged. She turned her back to me and I took the necklace and fastened it behind her neck, as she held her hair out of the way. I reached over her shoulder and fingered a shiny red garnet before pres
sing it back against her skin.

“I intended to give this to you for your birthday week ago, but it took longer than I thought it would.”

Her head bent back to look up at me and I welcome the look of happiness I saw on her face, “That’s all right honey. You more than excelled at giving me the most memorable birthday of my life, without the gift of a priceless necklace.”

I grinned in remembrance. My necklace did look really good on her. It had been worth all the blasted aggravation that it had taken to get it just right. I had almost pulverized the thing several times with a hammer, but now I was glad that I had persevered.

My voice husky I said, “I love touching you. It’s like e
xperiencing love to see your reactions to my touch. I wish I could be touching you all the time and now in a way I am. Something I’ve made with my hands just for you will always be touching your skin even when I’m not around.”

Her eyes opened, as tears spilled out of them and down her cheeks, “That’s so beautiful of you!” She said emotiona
lly.

“You’re beautiful; I’m just the lucky one that gets to hold you. No, make that blessed to have you.” I responded heartfeltly.

“Have I told you that I love you today?” She asked softly, the truth of her words reflected freely in her eyes looking up at me.

“Not since this morning.”

She stepped away from me, “Oh, then I guess I had better show you darling.”

The dress I had made for her fell to her ankles and she turned back to me wearing nothing but the necklace. It was a very good look for her.

“I’m sweaty and filthy.” I warned huskily.

She just smiled; she came to stand before me. Her hands reached up to my shoulders and I knew what she wanted. I picked her up and her legs encircled my waist, even as her arms encircled my neck. Her newly acquired necklace brushed up against my face, as she bent her head to whi
sper seductively into my ear, “Have any fantasies of me today honey?”

It was hard to frame a thought with her breathing into my ear and pressed up against me the way she was, but the truth came out, “Yeah, I think I’m living one right now!”

She chuckled and then in a voice of pure seduction she whispered, “Well what are you waiting for stud? Take me I’m all yours!”

My fingers combed through Asia’s hair lazily, as she lay on my chest. Her cute nose was made even cuter by the charcoal smudged across it and part of her cheek. I had warned her.

“The reason you came out early today was it because you broke the Code?” I asked inquisitively.

She turned her head and propped it up on her hands to stare up at me, “Yes and no. I’ve broken into it, but I still don’t know how to shut it off and scramble it so it can’t come back on. I saw the purpose behind it all though.” A shiver coursed through her and I rubbed at her shoulder consolingly.

“Remember reading Genesis together several weeks back?” She asked.

I nodded.

“Remember the whole Tower of Babel part?”

Again I nodded.

“Well that’s what the Code is, the second attempt at building a tower to heaven, only this time it’s a virtual one.”

“Are you serious?” I exclaimed.

She nodded sadly. I still didn’t quite believe the signif
icance of what she was saying could be true.

“I know the Codes trying to dominate the world, but Tower of Babel, are you sure?”

She nodded solemnly, “It goes much deeper than just domination of the world John. That’s just the first phase of a much broader agenda. Once the world is completely subservient to the Code all traces of the world before will be systematically erased along with anyone who doesn’t accept its manifest destiny. All religions will be abolished except for those that offer further enlightenment in the pursuit of knowledge. Only one language will be spoken and taught to all people to converse by. The brightest intellectual minds of the world along with those with the best genes will be grouped together into one mega complex city. Those deemed unacceptable or worthless will be exterminated in mass genocidal events. Those few not exterminated, but still considered second-class will be employed as slaves to run farms, factories, and mines in order to supply the needs of the new Babel. The inhabitants of the new Babel will do nothing, but pursue knowledge and oneness of mind and body.”

The more she talked the sicker feeling I got. “Can they really do that?”

“Look what they’ve already done John! Who’s to stop them, except for
me.” She finished in a small voice, as her head sank back to my chest.

I felt moisture and then a sob shook through her and rad
iated into me. I rolled over with her and held myself above her, as I wiped at her tears, succeeding in only getting her face more smudged with charcoal. “Honey stop it!”

“I can’t help it! I’m not sure I can do this! Who picked me to save the world? I’m
a nobody!” She exclaimed, as the tears continued to flow unchecked.

“Oh no you don’t!
Your very much a somebody and I have no doubt that the same God, who used you to lead me out of the dark, specifically chose you for this task, because He knew that with His help you were just the perfect girl for the job.”

Her tears abated slightly and a tremulous little smile popped out at the corners of her lips, “Look at you being all confident and preachy.”