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Curiosity Killed the Cat (But Satisfaction Brought it Back) (Tag Thyr)

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Argam’s personal ship was essentially a luxury yacht. The layout and interiors designed for high-end comfort and a classy display of wealth. Underneath its vanity and lux was a powerful ship capable of holding its own should the need arise. Jezem took up the pilot’s seat and motioned for the other two to take up the co-pilot and tactical stations. “Let’s go, the sooner we get this over with the better.”

They sailed through the local sector, encountering nothing but open space. On long-range sensors they passed by traders and private transport vessels. Jezem remained in the captain’s seat but urged the other two to make use of the ship’s space and relax before they arrived at their destination. M’rahja didn’t need to be told twice and slunk off to see what interesting things she could find or get into.

Shivan remained on the ship’s bridge with Jezem. He couldn’t imagine going somewhere else while Jezem was on the bridge.

At warp 6 they arrived at a private space station orbiting a gas giant within three hours. Jezem brought the station up on the view screen and called the other two back into the bridge. “This is Tramok Ful, a trade hub built to take advantage of that gas giant over there. However, trade dried up after the original Klingon owners sucked the giant dry. Now what’s left is basically useless and if they take that then the whole planet will destabilize and the station will drift off into space. The new Klingon owners installed clubs and gambling halls and now the whole place is squeaking by with the money brought in by small-time criminal gangs and enterprises.”

Jezem used the scanner to create a crew map of the station. He pointed to a converted warehouse nestled in one of the lower levels, “This is the location I found in Robert’s data PaDD. This is where we’ll find the lock that goes to our key. Let’s go claim it for ourselves and crush those Klingon’s criminal ambitions.”

Jezem (and M’rahja)

Shivan patted a phaser against his side. “Let’s go get us a payout.” It was something he used to say on Pavlajia before a job. “What all’s between us and that warehouse?”

~ Thyr

Jezem smirked. He’d been waiting for Shivan to say that, though he hadn’t expected the rush of nostalgia those words sent through him. “Dirty streets lined with no good thugs and every color of cheat and scammer. Lots of drunk and disorderly klingons going from one cheap bar to the next. Nothing we can’t handle. Once we’re in the warehouse we find the safe and get out of here.”

He looked over at M’rahja, “You’re staying here on the ship.” And cut her off when she let out an indignant hiss, ready to protest, “We need someone to stay here and support us from the ship. That means staying in contact with us, keeping an eye on the scans and beam us out in an emergency.” He stared the caitian down until she grudgingly agreed. That taken care of Jezem jerked his head towards the airlock. “Alright, let’s go.”

They docked the ship at the lowest platform they could get. Their target only five levels below them. The public map and their scans revealed a simple path to their target. A mix of lifts, short walks and only two flights of stairs. Jezem clipped a comms device to a chest strap and tossed a second and third to Shivan and M’rahja. Outside the space port was as Jezem described. Dirty walkways lined with shoddy and shaddy pop-up sales stalls and gambling displays. Though the population skewed heavily towards klingon there were a decent number of humans, orions, andorians and other races common to this part of the galaxy. Jezem scowled at the filth, “This. . . this I don’t miss. Disgusting.”

Shivan grinned. “Diva.” He said, as though the word were an insult. He clipped the comm to his belt next to his phaser.

They walked past a man relieving himself on a wall. Jezem took the lead and set a quick pace to their first lift, “Ugh I’m going to need a bath the moment we leave this dump.”

Jezem (and M’rahja)

Shivan’s smirk turned to outright chuckles and he shook his head. “Let’s just focus on the job.” He said as he passed the nasty man without a second look. Not that long ago, Shivan had spent a lot of time in places like this.

~ Thyr

The lift was crowded and smelled and would randomly shake or suddenly drop a foot before breaking and continuing on at a steady pace. With the lift they were able to descend three of the five levels they needed to cross. Once back on the open ‘streets’ scammers tried to jump into their path and shove their dirty hands or faces into Jezem and Shivan’s personal space. Jezem punished anyone who got to close sharp nails and kept his gaze resolutely forward. Eventually sending the signal that he was no easy mark and best left alone.

Shivan had choice words and a fist ready for anyone who dared come too close too.

People slept on the stairs leading down to the next level. Jezem eyed the huddled forms, not trusting a single one to be actually sleeping. “You’re not going to tell that counselor about this little. . . side trip of ours, are you?” Jezem could hear the lecture now. The counselor didn’t need to know a damn thing about their lives.

Jezem

“Of course not.” Shivan replied, not letting slip the counselor already knew. He’d seen Séan before they left. Shivan had an eye on everyone around him at all times. None of these people were likely to actually be sleeping, and a part of his mind whispered to him, warning him to look out for anyone from the Syndicate, as unlikely as their presence here was.

~ Thyr

“Good. There’s no need for him to know about every little thing you do.” The counselor could end up sticking his nose into the wrong business and end up in more trouble than he bargained for. Far too cocksure and unfearful that one. Jezem kicked aside the arm of a prone humanoid, ignoring their shout of pain. Maybe they shouldn’t leave their arm out on the steps. They traversed the two flights with no trouble and their destination was only a short walk from there.

As they came closer Jezem noted a change in the shops and businesses. Gone were the gambling halls and weapon shops. Replaced by stalls selling street drugs and aphrodisiacs and brothels. Prostitutes took the place of scammers and thieves, calling to passerby’s with seductive looks and promises of a good time. A uneasy feeling began to well in Jezem, a sense that the mission was about to take an unexpected and unwelcome turn.

It did not take long for this gut feeling to be proven right. “You have got to be kidding me,” He said. Their warehouse a sleezy club venue. Not just any club either, a couple’s only venue. Jezem unleashed a torrent of vitriolic swears and curses.

Jezem

Shivan laughed so hard his ribs hurt. “Ready to go, darling?” He asked, his tone mocking. This was going to hurt Jezem so much more than Shivan and that was hilarious.

~ Thyr

Jezem whirled on Shivan, digging a sharp-nailed finger into the other’s chest, “Don’t you darling me, sweetums. Ugh, the things I do for you and you have the nerve to laugh at me? Come on. I hope your acting skills have gotten better.” Jezem stalked towards the end of the line, behind all the other kissy-faced couples. Sisters guide him through this bullcrap.

Jezem

Jezem’s sharp nails didn’t really bother Shivan anymore. He’d had them dug into him way too many times for that. He grinned at Jezem’s words and shrugged, joining him in line. His acting skills had improved. Despite his utter repulsion to the idea of dating Jezem (honestly, it was like dating your own brother), there was nothing in his body language to indicate they were anything but a slightly less mushy couple than the others around them.

~ Thyr

Ugh. Jezem scowled but forced himself to put on a very specific persona of his. One that had a very different use these days. Sometimes he and Argam invited extras into their love life with the explicit purpose of being dominated by him. The persona was an old one, created as a tool for missions that required. . . seduction. Never, in all his years, did he ever imagine he’d be having to use that mask with Shivan. Jezem kept the disgust off his face. He slipped into his role, taking a more dominant position by Shivan’s side, one hand clasped possessively atop his shoulder. They moved forward in line.

When they were second in line he pressed himself against Shivan’s side, “If you’re a good boy tonight you’ll get that reward you’ve been begging me for,” He said, just loud enough for his voice to carry to the bouncer. Jezem smiled up at Shivan like he was one of Jezem’s old marks, “You wouldn’t want me to punish you again, right?”

Jezem

If this were anyone but Jezem Shivan would be very turned on. Jezem was too much like a sibling. As Jezem took a dominant stance, Shivan’s shifted to a more submissive one as if it were already a trained response. “No, sir, no punishments tonight,” he said obediently, glancing at the bouncer. The way he said sir was completely differently than when he was referencing Jezem as a Captain. Apparently, his acting skills had indeed improved significantly.

~ Thyr

Calling him sir. How cute. And far more disgusting somehow. Sisters, it’s because now he knows Shivan is sexually active. Yes, that’s it. That is the truly awful part about this. Not just active but also experienced. If Jezem wasn’t a professional the contents of his stomach would be all over Shivan right now. “I know you don’t want to disappoint me,” Jezem purred, his hand slid up Shivan’s shoulder and across his shoulder and neck. Threading his fingers though Shivan’s hair and tenderly scratch his nails where his head and neck met.

The bouncer waved them in. Jezem flashed the man a knowing smile before dropping his hand to guide Shivan inside. The venue was disgustingly romantic with tacky-sleezy decor, over stuffed couches and lounges divided by tall black screens. The whole place screamed Ferengi investor who didn’t want to pay for a proper designer. Jezem pressed close again, pretending as though he were whispering something naughty into Shivan’s ear, “Keep an eye out for anything that stands out. People, objects, rooms. Our key is a knife so it stands to reason our ‘door’ will be unconventional as well.”

Jezem

Ugh. This place was a cheese fest. Disgusting. And having Jezem pressed against him like a lover was revolting. His skin crawled where with someone else, the feeling of the fingers combing through his hair would be pleasant. Shivan forced a giddy grin, as if he’d just been told exactly how fun his ‘reward’ would be. He nodded eagerly. Then bent over as if whispering something equally dirty, “I know. It may not be in the public areas though.”

~ Thyr

Jezem grinned, as though pleased by what his cute little submissive said. He tapped three times against Shivan’s head. Confirmation that he agreed and said, “Go grab us something to drink while I find us a cozy little table.” He pulled back, trailing his hand along Shivan’s cheek before slipping away through the crowd. Jezem affected cool disinterest, seemingly unimpressed by the available seating while he studied the room itself. He noted all the exits, the staff dressed in casual clothes but were likely security, and anything else of note. The warehouse was one large open space, a catwalk wrapped around the building at the midway point and crossed over the wide of the room at three points. The area above the catwalks was dark, making it impossible to tell if there was anything noteworthy or not. At the far end of the building there was some kind of grand stage composed of multiple platforms stacked atop one another to create different levels. Lit up by colorful lights and cartoonish scenery and buildings populated by murals of barely dressed men and women.

Jezem

Shivan went ahead to the bartender, keeping a note of the room as he went, as well as a subtle suspicious eye on everyone around him. He ordered drinks, something random, but whispered to the bartender that it was Jezem’s favorite, using a fake name Jezem had used long ago. Then he went to find Jezem.

~ Thyr

Jezem “convinced” a couple to move to a different booth. The booth he selected was towards the stage and up against the wall and below the cat walk. It was darker than the other booths but had clear view lines around the room. Jezem waved Shivan over and sniffed at his drink before testing it with his nail. Clean. “You see those plain clothes walking around by themselves? They have a patrol route.” A well practiced route given by how casually they moved. They flirted with the crowds around them, sometimes slowing down by booths to leer at the couples but their steps were sure as they automatically moved through their patterns.

Jezem

Shivan watched as Jezem tested his own drink. It was clean. Presumably so was Shivan’s. He glanced over and nodded. “Guarding something, you think?”

~ Thyr

Jezem counted fifteen security guards on the floor and four up top on the cat walks looking down. That was way too much security for a simple couples club. “But are they guarding what we’re after or something else?” This business was undoubtedly some kind of public face for a criminal operation. Not the gang of Klingons they’ve been dealing with but another group. “I think our drug dealer, despite his awful taste in nicknames, was smarter than I thought. Hiding his golden egg in the nest of an over protective goose.” When you can’t afford your own protections you made do in other ways.

This made their work all the more difficult. Their goal was to find the hidden cache somewhere in this venue without tipping off the criminal operation that managed this place. All before their Klingons show up and make a mess of things. Jezem sipped at his drink, “What do you think?”

Jezem

Shivan made the same connection and it made him nervous. Who owned this place? What were their connections? Was he risking blowing his location being here? He didn’t like it at all. If he was caught everyone would die and it would be his fault. He had to focus on their mission for now. “Nothing stands out to me as an obvious choice, though if I were to do what our friend the Klingon has…” he looked around the joint and pointed. “There. Heavily guarded but there’s a gap in the patrol long enough to slip in and out.”

~ Thyr

Jezem watched the patrons around them. This wasn’t like him, to rush into these things without taking the time to research the area and scope out the local scene. Jezem the Syndicate Captain wouldn’t make such glaring mistakes. “I see it. . . Alright, let’s go.” Doubts set aside, Jezem trailed his hands along Shivan’s neck and shoulders before hauling him up by the front of his clothes. He leaned in close to whisper into the Andorian’s neck, tapping his comms device with a slight of his hand, =^=Kitten, we’re at the target. Heavily guarded, but no doubt it’s the place. Moonlight illuminates the path.=^= Shivan would recognize the phrase, one of Jezem’s old code phrases: Use stealth, avoid conflict as able.

With a lurid smile, Jezem tugged Shivan towards their target. A repressed alcove half-hidden by the edge of the stage.

Jezem

Shivan nodded obediently and followed Jezem looking more like he was hoping to get lucky than trying to break into something. That was a hard one to pull off. That idea with Jezem was nasty, like being with a sibling. He slipped a hand into his pocket and withdrew the key.

~ Thyr

They made their way unchallenged, most people too interested in each other to notice an Orion and an Andorian moving about their midst. There were actually a good number of Orions about. Even if Jezem couldn’t see them he could smell them the musk-sweet-sour of pheromones and body oils drifting in the air. They reached their target. No noticeable door or entrance but there couldn’t be nothing. He leaned against the wall, pulling Shivan close and letting him take a look at the area, “See anything?”

Jezem

Shivan looked at the area, looking for anything that might indicate how it opened. The key was a knife… it could cut things, pry things, stab things. Was there any way to use it besides the obvious, the key it was carved into?

~ Thyr

Jezem angled his head to study the alcove while keeping an eye on the floor. The walls of the alcove were fake black painted brick, a stark contrast to the smooth metal walls of the old warehouse. There was no decor or anything and it was too small to turn into something cozy or private. That’s when he noticed a break in the brick pattern, could that be their keyhole? Jezem opened his mouth to point it out when he caught sight of a security guard watching them. When the man began to head their way Jezem acted.

He spun them around, pushing Shivan against the wall and stood on tip-toe to gain enough height to mash his mouth against Shivan’s. Jezem made it look like a good kiss, rubbing his hand’s up and down Shivan’s neck and shoulders, pressing their bodies tight together. Sisters, please help me keep the contents of my stomach inside of me.

Jezem

Shivan suddenly found himself shoved up a wall, kissing… Jezem. He almost pushed him off before he caught sight of the guard watching them. Then suddenly he was as involved as Jezem… as disgusting as that was. He had to bend his head down to make it easier for Jezem and he nearly retched into his own mouth.

~ Thyr

Jezem tensed for a moment before relaxing into the kiss. Sisters, having Shivan kiss back was 100 times worse than if the stupid Andorian had just stayed still. Their ploy worked and the guard smirked before resuming his normal path through the warehouse. Jezem picked back split-second he felt safe to do so and viciously wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “I swear you better forget that happened or I will smash your head in. Not get that stupid knife and figure out how it fits in there.” Jezem pointed out the strange pattern in the brick and turned away, so sickened, so disgusted he needed a moment to compose himself.

Jezem

Shivan spat on the floor, then pulled out the knife and started jostling the knife in the hole. “It shouldn’t be too hard. Let’s see…” He glanced back, “and keep an eye out! That was not worth it if we get caught!”

~ Thyr

“We’re only getting caught if you don’t work fast enough!” Jezem snapped back, but kept his eyes on the floor. Watching the movement of people and guards. They’re going to have to think of some other distraction because Jezem was not about to do-do that again! Sisters strike that memory from his mind forever.

There was a clink at the tip of the knife slotted into a spot, then seemed to jerk itself out of Shivan’s hands to slide into the wall half an inch. Then the wall parted, revealing a stairwell that went down into darkness. Jezem was at Shivan’s side the moment he heard a sound and turned to Shivan, “You first,” and nodded towards the darkness. Jezem didn’t bring a light and he wasn’t about to go down first.

Jezem


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