THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 16 (Hannah's PoV)

Hannah’s PoV:

My name was Hannah Clark. That wasn’t my real name, but the current name I used. I was a junior CIA secret agent. I was on a mission to investigate and apprehend a mind controller who was operating in my hometown. The mind controller was quite an expert at hiding their tracks; it was hard for me to gather clues about them until lately, I detected that there were increased victims of mind control in the city, and the culprit behind these mind controls started to be sloppy in covering their tracks. These past few weeks, I was finally able to piece together the clues I found and pinpoint several suspects.

My first suspect was Natasha Olsten. Natasha had a weird circumstance surrounding her. She was once feminist role model. But her ideas of feminism were quite ‘radical’; she believed that a feminist should look like a bimbo slut. Anyone who once went against her ideas would turn against their old stance and embrace the bimbo look. It was apparent that mind control was involved here. Natasha was a tricky one. She was the head of the Prospero Lab, a government-backed research lab. So far, her lab has shown good results, and the government even increased their investment in the lab this year. The government didn’t care about her personal life as long as she didn’t embezzle funds and showed a good result that the government loved to see. Apprehending Natasha would be hard unless I had strong, damning evidence.

But was Natasha really the mastermind behind this? She looked like a bimbo, but not a bimbo herself. She still had her brilliant mind. Most people only thought Natasha was embracing other fashion styles. Something normal and didn’t make a big deal about it. But after looking at her history, the sudden shift in fashion sense only happened after she had a conflict with a lab assistant named Darel Lebron, and accused him of sexual harassment that made the lab assistant be fired. There was a drastic turnaround from there. Natasha, who once would not tolerate sexual harassment, suddenly adopted a bimbo look, and purposely attracting men’s gaze. It made me suspect that someone was using Natasha, and Natasha was a victim herself.

It brought me to the second suspect, Darel Lebron. The lab assistant who had conflict with Natasha before, the one who was fired from the Prospero lab. After he got fired from the lab, he had bought a building and converted it into a gym. Aside from being the gym owner, he was also one of the personal trainer there. The gym looked normal on the surface. Men and women, old and young, came to the gym. It became a bit weird if we looked at the employee side of the gym. Aside from Darel, the gym didn’t employ any other men. All the gym employees, from the receptionist, janitor, and other personal trainers, were women. Hot women. Well, it could still be explained because Darel was a pervert; he only employed women. His relationship with his employee was amicable, he often flirted with them, some responded to his flirting, and some resisted his advances. These women didn’t act like they were being mind controlled by Darel. They weren’t completely smitten with Darel like stereotypical mind control victims. Or Darel mind controlled them, but he cleverly made them act like normal and only made them his slaves in a place I couldn’t monitor.

I shook my head. He was a misogynist pervert. A misogynist pervert like him would grab every chance if he could make women his slaves rather than playing the long game.

For a moment, I didn’t think Darel was the culprit. I turned my attention to the third suspect, Caleb Lebron, Darel’s little brother. Caleb was a notorious bully in his school. While it’s kinda common that some teachers put a blind eye to the bullying that's happening in their school. Caleb was a suspicious one, the principal and other teacher seemed to dote and protect him eventhough he was a bully. Whatever he did, his punishment was just a slap on the wrist. I suspect that he was somehow mind controlling his teachers. Before I could take action to apprehend him, he was caught by the local police department after his bullied victim, Scott Robinson reported him to the police for illegal **** possession. Serve him right. I observed him a few times during his imprisonment, I thought he would mind controlling the warden to let him out, but he didn’t do that. A month later, he was still kept behind the bar. I then thought that,like Natasha, Caleb wasn’t the mastermind, he was just a chess piece thrown away by the true mastermind after he got caught by the police. Caleb wasn’t the one mind controlling the school principal, but there was someone else out there.

Darel was then ‘hired’ by the school to be a new coach for the school after the old coach, Marcia Huggins, suddenly retired from the school. Such a convenient ‘coincidence’. The reasoning that the public was told was that Coach Marcia’s retirement was because she was going to marry and become a full-time housewife, but I knew it wasn’t true even a bit. The next time I met with Marcia Huggins, she had already turned into Mercy Juggs, the streethooker. It was obvious that mind control played a part in her decision to throw her career as a coach and become a hooker. I wanted to save her, but it wasn’t the time yet; otherwise, I would only alert the mastermind.

Darel’s appointment as the school’s new coach was not without opposition. Knowing that he was Caleb’s brother, several parent protested and questioned the principal’s decision. I didn’t know what happened inside the meeting hall, but after the meeting, those parent seemed to have changed their heart and accepted the principal decision of hiring Darel. I suspected that mind control was being used against them so they had a good opinions about Darel. The question was whether Darel was the mastermind or he was just a pawn like others. So I didn’t made a move at that time.

Darel made some move to get close to Anna Robinson, the mother of Scott Robinson, the boy who sent Caleb to Jail. it was clear that Darel had a hidden motives behind his approach. It was not only Anna, but he often met with other student’s mother after school. In a day, he could meet two or three of them. Was he mind controlling them? Unfortunately, I could only observe from afar and unable to interview those parents in fear that they would snitch to Darel.

I finally got a strong enough proof that Darel was also mind controlling some of the student parents after I watched how Donna Kendall, mother of Lisa Kendall, one of Scott’s friend had a drastic change in appearance. She went from looking modest and respectable into looking like slutty goth. Maybe she just followed her daughter style, but even with that reasoning, it was still too big of change in short time that could only be explained if mind control played a part in transforming her mind. Her daughter also had a shift in style, not as big as thet mother but she went from goth into a combination of goth and slutty bimbo.

What left for me was to investigate how he mind control those women. I finally got the answer few days ago after I tailing Anna Robinson who now quite frequently met with the enemy of her son. I tailed her to Darel’s gym. I watched how she was guided by Darel in her workout. It’s all looked normal. But I didn’t believe that he didn’t do anything toward her. So, I decided to join their gym membership. I tried to pick Darel as my Personal Trainer to get close to him. Unfortunately, without a referral, Darel was unable to be chosen as my PT. I then settled on a MILF Japanese woman named Jade as my PT. Jade gave me a tailored tracklist and an introduction video. Hearing the music and watching the video she gave made me so horny an energetic. I wanted to rub my pussy. Rubbing pussy is a workout. I need to rub my pussy as my trainer told me. I obey my trainer. I quickly realized that these songs were laced with subliminal messages; thankfully, my counter-brainwashing training kicking in the right time and shrugged off the effect of the subliminal. The whole gym was a big mind-control factory.

With those proofs in hand, I had enough to apprehend Darel as CIA, but my guts tell me I still lack something, I missing some important detail. And rushing to apprehend him would only backfire on me. I always believed in my agent’s intuition. Darel still had a trump card. How he could operate in the city without being noticed so far meant that he had help or already controlled somebody with authority. Or vice versa, he was a pawn of somebody with authority.

After contemplating the best way to catch him, a light bulb seemed to turn on in my mind. I could use Scott, the target of Darel’s ****, to take him down. Scott was the crux that could draw out what was still hidden by Darel.

I was finally able to contact Scott and bring him to one of my basecamps in the suburbs. I looked at his nervous face and could see his dull eyes.

“Scott, do you believe in mind control?” I asked him

He shook his head. “No, mind control isn’t real.”

“What if I tell you that mind control is real?”

He still shook his head. “I wouldn’t believe it, mind control isn’t real.”

“What if I showed you the proof that mind control is real? Will you believe me?”

“Maybe. I don’t know, but I can’t believe that mind control is real unless you provide strong proof.”

I then took my laptop and showed him a video I got from Jade.

“Do you recognize this video, Scott?” I asked him again

He nodded his head. As I expected, Scptt was under subliminal influence too. Why Darel played the long game with Scott while he could lobotomize the boy's brain using mind control was still a mystery to me, but it worked in my favor.

“As I expected, you are under their control too,” I told him.

“Under their control? Whose control?”

“Forgive me, Scott; this might hurt a little, but this is for your goodness.”

I punched his guts as hard as possible, and then put chloroform on his face to make him ****. I needed him **** so I could perform counter-brainwashing on him.

On the other side of town, a few hours later. Darel’s phone was ringing.

“Shit, who was calling me?”

Darel was currently in the middle of fucking one of his regular gymgoers, one of the city's rich socialites, when he heard his phone ringing. His phone was held by his attendant, a sexy blonde muscle Barbie. The blonde girl froze like a statue in a sexy pose, her hand holding Darel's phone while Darel’s pants hung from her shoulder. She was no more than a clothes hanger right now.

Darel snapped his finger. “Hey, doll, can you check who is calling me?”

The blonde Barbie girl became animated again and no longer stuck like a statue.

“It was from Mrs. Anna Robinson, Master,” said the blonde muscle girl.

“Anna? Why did she call me?” Darel was curious. Usually, Anna only called him after she received his prompt. Taking the initiative to call him was not in her programmed mind.

“Okay, give my phone to me. I want to hear what she is going to say.”

The blonde handed Darel’s phone to its owner.

“Darel, bad news...”

To be Continued in the next chapter

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