The Dyad

3 Weeks Later...

I glanced up from my desk, at my girlfriend walking in carrying food. Hazel gave me a quick kiss, and I grabbed my burger and went to eat it while Hazel took over on my project. I’d explained to Hazel I needed a way to track highly condensed electrical energy, and she’d quickly gotten to work.

Rahmi Khan was still missing. Her funeral was in five days, and I didn’t want that to happen. I felt so guilty and liable, that my life as Jeremiah Hall crashed and burned. I got fired, several of my friends got pissed when I ignored their calls. My only relief from the Rahmi obsession was Hazel. At first I questioned whether she was too clingy, but then I realized she was just new to relationships, and she’s gotten a lot less possessive, now that we know each other better.

“I think we’re set.” Hazel spoke, and I glanced up at her, and the small computer chip she was holding. I grabbed my goggles and carried them to the desk, and Hazel installed the new chip. I put on the goggles.

“Spark, render Lightning Vision.” I said, and the goggles turned like X-Ray vision, but I only saw electricity. I saw it coursing through power lines, flickering in buildings. Then I saw it. Across the city, in a mansion. The beacon of electricity that was Rahmi. I ran to grab my suit, and turned on my voice modulator. Hazel reached for her Enigma Suit’s remote, but I stopped her.

“I need to do this on my own.” I said gruffly, and Hazel nodded.

———

Forty minutes later I was across town, watching the mansion’s exterior. It was in a rich part of town, a neighborhood known as North Crown. I switched back on Lightning Vision, and saw Rahmi’s beacon moving around. I dropped down to the ground and crept along the street, and I saw that the mansion was hosting some kind of auction?

I ran to one of the pillars and shimmied up it with ease. I’d been doing a lot of training since Rahmi’s disappearance. I tried to open a window, but it was locked. Turning on lightning vision, I tracked the magnetic lock to a power box, which I punched. Then I opened the window and crept along the edge of the balcony that curved around the upstairs, and I had a view of the auction gathering down below. Not what I expected.

Instead of rich old men in suits, it was a bunch of gangsters and thugs hanging out and drinking beer, while naked women wearing collars served as their waitresses. I turned when I heard footsteps, and dived into the shadows. Then my breath hitched when Rahmi came around the corner. She was naked, and looked gorgeous. I stepped forward and Rahmi blinked at me, confused.

“Are you a guest?” she asked blandly.

“Um, no. I’m Thunderstrike.” I frowned. She looked to the left, and I saw her right eye whizzing. It was a prosthetic! What the hell had Rahmi been through?

“Intruder Detected. Notifying Security...” Rahmi said robotically. I growled in frustration and pulled Rahmi’s naked body into a closet, where she struggled as I pinned her.

“Rahmi!” I hissed.

“Who the fuck is Rahmi? My name’s Jasmine.” she crossed her arms. Damn. They’d brainwashed her. I shifted so my body pinned hers to the wall.

“You have to remember. Please.” I begged. The closet door opened and hands hauled me out. I rolled lightly to see Hitman standing there, dressed in Kevlar tactical gear. Rahmi looked... relieved.

“Thanks, honey.” Rahmi sighed, and Hitman pulled her in for a deep kiss.

“No.” I ground my teeth. Hitman chuckled.

“What did you do to her?” I roared.

“Same thing I’m going to do to you!” Hitman crowed and something hit me in the back of the head.

———

When I woke up was naked, strapped to a chair, and wearing one of those weird collars Rahmi had been wearing. I looked around, and heard slow claps.

“Jeremiah Hall. You found your girl, but couldn’t get her out. She wanted to stay, didn’t she?” a sensual female voice purred.

“You brainwashed her!” I seethed.

“Indeed. How else could we get the famed Voltage to cooperate?” the woman asked, and she stepped into view. She was a sultry blond with an IMPRESSIVE bust and generous curves to her hips and thighs. She was wearing a stunning maroon dress with a slit up the leg, and a deep neckline.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I’m Omega, the leader of this society.” she smiled.

“What society?” I asked curiously.

“The Dyad. Me and my brother, Alpha, run it. It’s a human trafficking and **** operation, mostly. But we also specialize in brainwashing.” Omega smirked, crossing her arms under her tits.

“Hm. Why tell me your evil bad guy plan?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Because soon you’ll be so brainwashed you won’t even remember.” Omega smirked. Her sparkling green eyes seemed familiar, almost.

“Mommy! Daddy needs your assistance in the lower levels.” a blond walked in, just as stacked as her mother, though she wore a mask that covered her entire face. Her blond hair streamed down her shoulders, and she wore a skintight jumpsuit.

“Thunderstrike, meet Zeta, my daughter.” Omega waved her arm.

“Now, Mommy.” Zeta sighed impatiently.

“Yes, fine. Bring in the wash girls.” Omega ordered as she walked out, her heels clicking on the floor. Zeta lifted off her mask and I found to my surprise it was the blond from the party! The one who’d missed me!

“I’m getting you out of here, but you have to help me escape, too. I want out of this stupid Dyad! Do you know how many thugs leer at me and slap my ass? And my parents don’t do anything. Hell, Daddy lets them use Mommy like a whore!” Zeta threw up her arms. Zeta untied me as soon as I agreed, and she tossed me my goggles and handed me my suit. I got dressed quickly, and turned on the voice modulator.

“Do you know how to undo brainwashing?” I asked Zeta. She nodded, holding up a device of some sort.

“It’ll make them pass out for about seventeen hours, but they’ll be restored. Rahmi Khan, right?” Zeta checked as she led me quietly through the hallways under the mansion. I nodded.

“Do you know where Rahmi is?” Zeta asked me. I switched to Lightning Vision and looked around.

“Top floor.” I said. Zeta nodded and we headed towards the elevator. She stepped inside, and I followed, a bit nervous about Rahmi’s reaction to seeing me again. There was such hate in her eyes. The doors opened, and Zeta and I walked out into some kind of **** den. Men were sprawled out, high, while sexy naked girls doted on them. Not bad. The toxicity of the **** hit my nostrils as we walked through the den, my eyes looking eagerly to find Rahmi.

“Got her.” I said, and pointed her out, laying atop a fat Asian man, sharing his blunt.

I grabbed her by the hips and hauled her up, and she giggled, and Zeta placed the device on Rahmi’s forehead, and Rahmi gasped and passed out. I caught the busty Pakistani girl and lifted her with ease, bridal style.

“Let’s go.” Zeta whispered, and led me to a window. She opened it, and I breathed in fresh, non-**** air. I lined up my wrist cannon, and whispered a command to Spark, and a grappling line shot from my gauntlet. Zeta slid down it quickly, and I grabbed a blanket off of a nearby druggie, and secured Rahmi to my chest. Then I wrapped one arm around her protectively while sliding down the line. Zeta pulled out a knife and cut the line, and I led her across the rooftops to my apartment.

Zeta opened the window and I carried Rahmi in, and laid her in my bed. I ripped that collar off of her, and pulled the covers up over her incredible body.

Then I walked back out to speak with Zeta. She was awkwardly standing by the couch.

“Sit.” I invited her wearily, dropping onto the couch myself after changing out of my gear and into a T-shirt and boxers.

“Thanks for helping me out of there.” Zeta smiled.

“I didn’t do a whole lot.” I admitted.

“Yeah, well, we evaded my brother, Hitman.” Zeta shook her head.

“What? He looks older than Omega does!” I pointed out, confused.

“Mom and Daddy both use this weird **** called Vitality, to stay young.” Zeta explained.

“Who is your father?” I asked curiously.

“Alpha. My mother slept with her brother. On numerous occasions. They’re married, actually.” Zeta shrugged.

“Wow. So, what’s your real name?” I asked her. She shrugged.

“My name’s only ever been Zeta.” she admitted. I tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear.

“How about... Chloe?” I asked. She smiled.

“Chloe. Chloe Hall.” she smiled broadly.

“Sure, you can be my hot cousin.” I winked. She blushed.

“You think I’m hot?” she asked.

“Chloe, have you seen yourself? You’re incredible, and you definitely have Omega’s bust.” I said seriously. Chloe bit her lip, and hugged me.

“Thanks, cuz.” she winked.

“Heh. Maybe not my cousin. How about just a friend? Chloe Lang.” I thought up. She nodded slowly.

“I like it a lot.” she admitted.

“So, considering I’m not sleeping in the same bed as naked Rahmi, wanna share the pullout couch?” I offered. Chloe shrugged. We both stood up and pulled out the pullout couch. I went to grab sheets and found Zeta, sorry, Chloe, had stripped out of her bodysuit and into her lingerie. She had a silver necklace dangling into her cleavage, I noticed. I ducked into my room and grabbed a T-shirt and tossed it at Chloe when I came back into the living room.

I grabbed my phone and shot Hazel a quick text.

“Rescued Rahmi. She was brainwashed, recovering now. Also met new girl Chloe, seems capable.” I texted my girlfriend.

“Who had Rahmi?” the response came.

“Tell you tmrw.” I texted back, and flopped into bed beside Chloe and pretty much immediately passed out.

———

“In breaking news, mayoral candidate underdog Jim Cassandro won the election! First press conference happening later this evening.” the news anchor droned on. I glanced to my right and saw Chloe was laying beside me watching the news. I groaned and stumbled to my feet, and headed in to check on Rahmi. I found the naked Pakistani girl stirring fitfully.

I crossed the room to her and shook her awake. She groaned but quickly came around.

“Jeremy? What happened?” she sighed, clutching her head.

“You were brainwashed by a group known as the Dyad. I managed to recover you, and remove the brainwashing.” I summarized.

“Why am I naked?” Rahmi asked curiously.

“You were naked when we found you.” I shrugged.

“We?” Rahmi picked up.

“Oh, I met this girl in the place where you were. Wanted to escape the sexual harassment.” I shrugged.

“Hm. So... clothes? I feel like I need to shower for days.” Rahmi groaned, rolling her right shoulder. I winced.

“Rahmi, another thing. Your right eye was replaced with Dyad tech. I think we need to remove it.” I revealed.

“I probably have a steep road to recovery anyway.” Rahmi said tiredly. I kissed her forehead.

“I’ll go buy you some clothes while you’re showering.” I said kindly.

“Ok, but I’m paying you back afterwards!” Rahmi called as she closed the bathroom door.