Missy Makes Mayhem (Missy the Werecat Book 5) (5 page)

“It’s interesting that Scott can be a supernatural while his twin sister is not.  Of course, had they been identical twins, they’d both be one or the other.  And … then they’d also have been the same sex.  Fraternal twins can obviously be very different from one another.”  Tracy was musing out loud, sharing her thoughts as quickly as they entered her head.  “Still, I understand there’s a twin bond, right?  You told me about Mike and Michelle.”

Mike’s twin sister Michelle did indeed share a bond with Mike.  When she had been injured in a car accident with severe damage to her head, he had experienced a similar pain in his head only not quite as bad.  Since he and Missy were bonded, she also had experienced
something
, which had made her wake up from a deep sleep.  She had called him right away.

Later that night, when they were both at the hospital staring at Michelle, Missy had used her energy to heal Michelle.  That had been the first time she’d pushed her energy into anyone else.  Back then, she hadn’t learned to draw energy from her surroundings yet and so she’d pushed all the energy she could manage from what she had within herself until exhausting all she had and passing out.

Somehow, whenever she connected with someone else, pushing healing energy into them, a residual bond remained ever afterwards.  She had healed both Ron Quigby and, more recently, his brother Donald.  Ron knew of this but no one had enlightened Donald, as yet. Missy now had an open channel, a bond of some sort, with them both.

She had pushed healing energy into Tracy a few times and there was a definite bond there as well.  Tracy had never been injured but Missy had used her ability to cure hangovers for her and, on occasion, she had even helped Tracy deal with PMS.  While they joked about this, and indeed Tracy had refused Missy’s help on several occasions, insisting she wanted to “be human” and just gut it out, dealing with whatever aches and pains she might be experiencing, the fact remained they now had an established bond.

They both loved saying they were “sister witches” and that was yet another bond, but Missy knew the physical channel always open between her and Tracy was special.  There was a further bond, an energy bond they both recognized but neither could quite define.  That had happened when they’d both drawn power from all around them and then used it at the same time.  Tracy had sent down lightning bolts while Missy had pushed out energy pulses.  There were three other persons in a circle with Tracy at the time, reinforcing them: Tracy’s mother, Missy’s brother John and Missy’s soulmate Mike.  Since Missy was bonded with Mike, they then were all connected.  And, ever since then, either Tracy or Missy could draw energy from all around, plus
from
each other as well as
through
each other.  It was a bit weird but … it was what it was.

The fact that Missy’s brother John had since bonded with Tracy, becoming her true soulmate, had only reinforced things.  When a witch bonded with their soulmate, that enabled incredible power and growth.  Missy and Mike … Tracy and John … the bonds were far beyond anything human.  They were physical, spiritual, supernatural and maybe something else again.  They had discussed it amongst one another a few times, all four of them.  Then, they had stopped trying to understand it anymore.  It was enough that they were
experiencing
everything.

And, of course, the power which both Missy and Tracy had now demonstrated?  At such young ages?  They both were only nineteen.  Who knew what power they might wield by the time they reached twenty-five, the age when witches would finally reach full power?

After they finished chatting about bonds, twins, soulmates, energy pulses and a few other things, Missy decided to bring up her latest thing.  She wanted to again try shifting to her spirit form.  “I want to see if I can move around when I’m being a spirit, Tracy.  Will you stay here for me while I do that?  I’m definitely feeling my way as I go, exploring things no person has maybe ever done before.”

Tracy laughed but assured her she’d do whatever she could to help.

“Just your being here will be all I need.  I know I won’t lose myself as long as you’re right here.  I’ll definitely be able to find my way back … from wherever, and as … whatever.  Okay?”  Missy stared at her friend and could
feel
Tracy’s agreeing to everything.

After taking off her earrings, Missy stood in the middle of their room, staring at Tracy for several moments.  Then, there was a shimmer of light and she disappeared.  She had still been wearing all her clothes and those dropped down onto the floor.  One instant, Missy had been standing there and the next?  Only her clothes remained.  She was gone.

Tracy at first was still able to feel Missy there in the room with her, just as she could always experience Missy’s energy … they could now tell where each one was from well beyond a hundred feet.  As a result, she
felt
Missy moving away.  As the seconds became minutes, Missy’s energy gradually dissipated until that too was gone.  Tracy waited patiently, watching the clock over on her desk.  After fifteen minutes had gone by, she began waiting very
impatiently
, growing more and more concerned.  As Missy had said, she was going where no one had gone before.  Would she be able to return?

When another fifteen minutes had passed, Tracy began really worrying.  But, just as she thought she had reached the point where she couldn’t stand it anymore, she
felt
Missy again.  Then, after but another moment or so, she felt the familiar energy pulse typical for when Missy Changed and there she was.  Missy the werecat.

Tracy hurled herself on top of Missy, throwing her arms around Missy’s furry neck and began crying, emitting great sobs of relief and joy mixed with shudders from emotions she’d never before experienced.  When Missy began purring loudly, wriggling inside Tracy’s tight, grasping hold, Tracy almost went to pieces.  That only lasted a moment and she quickly recovered herself, releasing Missy and then punching her on the side, again and again.  Her fists were not pounding into Missy with any force but she just couldn’t stop hitting her friend.  She had never been so scared in all her life.

Missy allowed this nonsense to continue for a couple of minutes and then she growled, showing Tracy her fangs and chuffing loudly.  Enough was enough!  When Tracy finally backed away, giving her some space, Missy Shifted again.  This time, she went from being a cat to being human an instant later.  The shimmer of light and pulse of energy had seemed almost simultaneous.  And, there she was.  She sat back on the floor, bare ass, and began to laugh.  “Miss me much?”

Tracy had recovered and she realized she would never again let herself completely go like that.  She also figured whatever Missy might do, while in her spirit form, she indeed would always return.  She didn’t quite know how she knew that now, but she did.  Hence, she wasn’t going to go on and on about what she’d just been through.  No, instead she simply wanted to hear Missy describe things.  Obviously, Missy had gone
somewhere
and been able to do
something
.  And, had come back.

Missy said, “My
OOBE
was unbelievable, Tracy!  I was completely free, able to go anywhere I wanted.  At first, I moved slowly, feeling my way along out there.  But, then I would just think of a place and, poof!  I’d be there!  As long as it was somewhere I’d been before or near someone I knew?  I’d be there in an instant, after merely willing myself to go there.”

“You were gone for more than half an hour, Missy!  Were you aware of that?  Of time passing?”

“Oh, yes!  Time stays the same for me.  I could have stayed a spirit for much longer but I didn’t want to push things too far.  Not this time, at least.  I did move a few things around using my telekinesis.  No problems there!  And, I stayed within about a fifty mile radius.  But, I think I can probably go about as far as where my bond with Mike reaches.”  They both knew that distance was somewhere just beyond five hundred miles, since Missy had been separated from Mike a couple of times now.

“Whoa!  You mean … next time you get all horny you might disappear from your bunk down here and reappear up there in Mike’s bed an instant later?  That’s so not fair!”

“Ha, ha!  I probably
could
do that, only I won’t.  You know being a supnat carries a lot of responsibility and I don’t
ever
plan on abusing my powers.  Clearly, using them merely to have sex with Mike would fall outside the lines, wherever those lines might get drawn.  No, someone somewhere must be defining acceptable behavior for us and I’m pretty sure doing that would be a no-no.  And, besides … you’re the expert on interpreting the academy’s Honor Code!  I’m quite certain my being up there with Mike would be considered a violation, since I won’t have signed out or anything.  Sheezzz!”

Tracy was laughing and the more Missy protested, the harder she laughed.  “I was only kidding but I can see you’ve already given this
particular
matter a great deal of thought, Missy!”

Oct 15, 2019

Sami Massallah finished signing all the forms and sat back, watching as Charles Winword filed them all carefully away.  He was wondering just what these latest secrets might be, requiring his added promises to never reveal them.  Apparently, his ten years’ service in the CIA, with seven of those years in its Special Operations Group (SOG), hadn’t quite been enough.

He had just finished a week of home leave and was headed back to Kabul, Afghanistan, to continue with his current assignment.  But, he’d been directed to stop by and see Winword for some last minute update concerning his role over there.

Although born and raised as a U.S. citizen, his Turkish ancestry, appearance and ability to speak that language had helped him rise to a high position within the CIA’s most clandestine branch, serving in the Middle East for many years.  He was one of their top operatives at both gathering intelligence and, when needed, taking direct action for raids, ambushes, sabotage, assassinations and any other unconventional warfare missions which he might be assigned.  Prior to being recruited by the CIA, he’d spent six years in the military with his last assignment there as an Army Ranger.

When overseas, he carried no identification which might associate him with the U.S. and he was “one of those guys” about whom, if compromised during a mission, the U.S. government might deny all knowledge.  Thus, learning he’d been vetted for this last minute briefing about something “special” had indeed piqued his interest.

Winword said, “Okay, Sami, I’ll get right down to what this is all about.  In addition to everything else you’re already doing for us, we want you to also act as liaison to one of the Special Forces A-Teams stationed in Kabul.  Only, this isn’t any ordinary A-Team … they’ve recently been reconstituted.  So, there are some highly classified things you need to know about.  Team Twenty-Two is now the Army’s quick reaction force for dealing with any paranormal or supernatural elements.  If we ever have to face any enemy supnats, the guys on Team Twenty-Two will be the ones who get the call.”

“Enemy
supnats
?”

“Right.  Supernatural persons do exist and that’s what this briefing today is all about.  Supnats.  Both those we might someday need to deal with and those we have on our side. 
Our
supnats.  As needed, from time to time, we might ask our supnats to join Team Twenty-Two.  Again.”

Again?  Massallah stared at Winword and tried to process what he’d just been told.  Of all the crazy things …?  “Okay … I’ve just sworn I’ll not reveal any of this and I’ve signed your forms.  So, please explain!”

“You heard about General Blake’s niece being kidnapped … Candace Axtell.  Right?”

“Sure.  Those WIJO terrorists were going to behead her if we didn’t return forty POW’s to them.  Only, she was located and rescued prior to the deadline.”  WIJO was the Worldwide Islamic Jihad Organization, a terrorist group comprised of former Al Qaeda and Taliban extremists from Afghanistan and Pakistan.  Massallah had some of his CIA operatives working inside that group only they’d not been able to help with the general’s niece as WIJO had kept everything concerning their holding Candace a well-guarded secret.

“It was Team Twenty-Two who performed that rescue.  Or, to be more accurate, it was Team Twenty-Two who assisted the three
witches
who performed that rescue.  These witches found where Candace was being held, in a remote village over near Kushk, north of Herat.  And, they led the attack.  One of them used her fireballs to burn down half the village.  That enabled the other two to go in and grab Candace.”

Very few details concerning the amazing rescue had ever been revealed.  The media simply hadn’t had any information and hadn’t even managed to interview the girl when she’d returned home.  Massallah hadn’t known just where she’d been held but he’d learned the WIJO forces in Herat had been especially upset right afterwards so he’d assumed they’d probably had something to do with it.

“Tell me more about these
witches
, sir.  And, who else can I talk to over there who knows about any of this?”

-----

“So, you’re now heading up the FBI’s Psychic Division?  They’ve created this new position just for you, after the success you had with those witches … err, sorry … those
psychics
you brought to Mexico looking for Candace Axtell?”  Constance Ulrey smiled at her ex-husband and then shook her head.  “Obviously, Drew Martinson is behind this.”

Robert said, “Of course!  There are finder witches in several covens around the country, all assisting the local police.  They always claim they’re psychics since that’s an acceptable cover for what they do and who they really are.  But, with Millie and Oliver vouching for me, Drew hopes a few more of them will agree to my giving them FBI credentials.  That will help their credibility and at the same time, they’ll know they’re appreciated by the government.  Most witches are very fearful about having any U.S. government agencies knowing about them.  For that reason, at first, they won’t need to learn about “P” Branch.”

“But, the FBI might be okay?  Will the FBI be paying them?”

“Oh, yes.  The FBI will also be providing resources and will then bill the law enforcement agencies for the services these individuals provide.  It’s a win-win, provided they get results.  For the ones we’ll be validating as FBI psychics, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Constance laughed and said, “True, if they’ve as good as Millie and Oliver.  And, I suppose once these other witches learn they can trust the FBI to keep their secrets, that might eventually lead to more of them being willing to trust other government agencies as well.”

“Trusting government
agencies
isn’t really likely, Connie.  But maybe they’ll trust a few government
individuals
.  They’re not paranoid … if their powers and abilities were to become well known?  There are way too many risks associated with that.  You can understand why they keep their secrets.”

“So, while the FBI will be claiming these people are psychics, able to find missing people, it won’t be exposing them as witches or supernaturals?  And, Millie and Oliver will convince these people they can trust
you
?”

“Well, I’ll be putting together a small staff to assist me in this and none of them will know about witches.  At least, not initially.  Nor will anyone else in the FBI.  But, I’ll try to recruit more witches to join Millie and Oliver, with their help and influence.  And, just as you say … if they can be convinced to trust
me,
then maybe they’ll sign on.  And … that’s also where
you
come in … helping convince them they can trust me.”

Constance had been following all this with very mixed feelings.  She and Robert had recently reconciled and were now living together, but they were still feeling their way along about a lot of things.  She hadn’t been at all thrilled about the idea of having him travel around, leaving her behind.  Now she exclaimed, “What do you mean?  Me? 
Really
?”

“I told Drew I’d only do this if I could always have you right there with me.  I want you to quit your job at the bank.  I need you to help me with these witches.”

-----

Tracy waited until she and Missy were alone in their room, with little risk of being interrupted.  “Millie called me today.  Guess what?  She and Oliver are going to work for Robert Ulrey as FBI psychics.  Robert’s heading up a new Psychic Division, with several assistants, and he’s hoping to add a few more witches.  He and Connie will be the only ones who’ll know they’re witches, of course, aside from the witches themselves.”

“Connie will be helping him with this?”  Missy raised one eyebrow.  Then, after thinking for a moment, she nodded and said, “Okay, I can see that.  Now that he and Connie are together again, Robert won’t want to ever have his job interfere with their relationship.  Having Connie actually
helping
him with this will avoid a lot of issues.  And, she’ll be very good with any of the witches who might decide to sign on … they’ll believe they’re safe and Robert can be trusted if she’s part of it.”

“Millie said essentially the same thing.  It’s all about the trust factor.  She reminded me how she only agreed to help search for Candy because you had
me
ask her to do that and I had assured her about Robert.  And, about “P” Branch.  Then, she convinced Oliver to help.”

“Will the witches who join this Division be told about “P” Branch?”

Tracy laughed and said, “Not at first and maybe never.  It will all depend.  But, rest assured, “P” Branch will be very much involved in all of this.  After all those years of having their non interference policy, they’re finally getting into the game.  Of course, they’ll not exactly be
interfering
but they’ll definitely be
influencing
some things.”

“Marsha told me Drew recently briefed everyone at “P” Branch and explained things were changing … our rescuing Candy, without the world learning anything about our being supnats?  That’s made those government officials rethink things.”  Marsha Goodding and her husband Lester were “P” Branch analysts and had been working pretty much full time supporting Missy and all her activities for quite a while.  Missy smiled.  “You know … those officials who’d always insisted on all the non interference stuff.”

“In for a penny, in for a pound, huh?”  Tracy giggled.

“Well. It’s not just that.  It’s recognition that supnats are not only real, but that other countries might be using them.  They were able to ignore all of Drew’s warnings  for years but now that General Blake has insisted on having Team Twenty-Two, just in case?  Plus, with Charles Winword at the CIA and the Secretary of Defense and … well, yeah … they’ve even convinced the President.”

“See what mayhem you stirred up, Missy?  You know it’s all because “P” Branch didn’t want you being a vigilante, after the way you killed those guys who were holding Alice, right?  One thing led to another and then, finally, you had me tossing my fireballs around so you and Oliver could rescue Candy.”  Tracy laughed and added, “Of course, that
was
quite an adventure!”

“Very funny.  I doubt my vigilante activities would ever have gotten the attention your fireballs managed to get. 
That’s
why those government officials are now all worried about whatever supnats our enemies might have.”

“Well, aside from any assistance my feeble efforts may have provided towards anything …”  Tracy laughed and raised her eyebrows, giving her face its most innocent expression.  “Millie has asked for our help with the New York coven.  While she’s known that friend she has over there for years … you know, the one Emily’s grandmother mentioned?  Well, they both think it will help if you and I are there when she comes up here to convince Troy Dangelmeyer to join the FBI.”

“Troy Dangelmeyer is the finder witch here in New York?”

“Yep.  And, he’s been very vocal in their coven.  He’s also one of those anti-establishment types and not very likely to listen to a bunch of old fogies suggesting he join the FBI.  Of course, if some young, beautiful girls were encouraging him?”

“Hmmm … sounds sexist.  I assume he’s running with a younger crowd then?”

Tracy nodded and said, “He’s still in college; he’s a junior over at Colgate University.  He’s also a good friend of Emily’s brother.  Scott’s a freshman over there and they’re both on the swim team.  I guess I’m not all that surprised to learn Scott’s a good swimmer … you said he’s a water witch, right?”

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“Tracy tells me there’s a big pow-wow in New York the Saturday after next.  She and Missy will be going and introducing themselves to the coven down there.”

Mike laughed and said, “I’m quite certain she didn’t actually describe that as any
pow-wow
.”  He knew John loved any opportunity to make fun of witches and was definitely baiting him.  Missy had briefed him with her mental messages all about this latest fun venture of theirs and he’d been expecting this phone call once John had heard from Tracy.  The idea was he and John should both travel down there in Mike’s car and attend the meeting.

“Tracy thinks they can get special passes so they can sign out overnight, since this is an FBI thing.  They’ll probably have to bring Captain Bonomo along to validate that but he won’t actually be coming out to meet the coven.  The only non-witches, aside from the two of us, will be Robert and Connie.  Oh, and Candy.  She and Oliver will be there.”

“Well, the overnight part certainly works for me.  I won’t have been with Missy since we went to General Blake’s promotion ceremony.”  Mike knew John was well aware his mind was constantly being filled with Missy’s thoughts and messages. “By the way, Millie’s coming up here this weekend.  She’s never visited anyone at the coven in Salem before but they know about her and are willing to listen to what she’ll be telling them about this new FBI Division.  Robert and Connie will be there, of course.  And, she’s asked me to join them.  It’s time they finally learned about Missy.”

John didn’t need to ask why Mike wouldn’t be with Missy the weekend coming up; after the big football game on Saturday his crazy sister was shooting for the Combat Weapons Team and then playing an important soccer game down in Pennsylvania on Sunday.  The football game was a home game and he’d be watching it there at the academy with Tracy.  “Won’t they be upset Missy isn’t with you?”