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Chapter -10- Wonder Twins

July 19, 2049 - Unknown Time New Atlantis Underwater City ...

Topaz Parker rubbed her face and hunched over a piece of metal, sitting on an apartment floor. "What if we're caught before we figure this out?"

Her twin brother, Fox Parker, settled down adjacent to her on one knee and picked up a tablet computer. "That's one sure way we'll find out where they're keeping our daughter, huh? We'll be stuck in a cryogenic stasis tube next to her."

"Be serious, Fox. What if Falcon recognizes us? Mom was right - we shouldn't have come alone."

Parker gave his sister a smile. "Okay. I've still got it. I haven't practiced in a while, but I got in."

"Was it really that hard?"

"Hey, now, give me some validation here. I just wiggled my way in through Falcon's private Intranet, from a VM V-cloud, and got the files we needed. I'm looking at the document of serial numbers now. God, they still use PDF formats down here. Okay, so what's the number, hon?"

She placed her thumb over a set of numbers engraved on the metal piece in front of her. "Two, two, five, four eight dash two. And did you even hear me? I said I admit I was wrong and mom was right. We shouldn't have come down here alone. We're going to get caught."

"Paz, we've changed our appearance as best as can. Even Vincent said it was convincing. I don't like blending in and pretending to live here anymore than you do, but now we're stuck here. So let's just do what we came to do and see this through to the end. Did you say it ended with eight-dash-two?"

"Yeah hon."

Fox pinch-zoomed on the tablet. "It's funny - the first time we came down here, these people were ahead of surface technology by leaps and bounds. But now we've caught up with Falcon's city and this stuff sucks. I haven't used an aluminum body tablet like this in fifteen years." He handed her the computerized panel. With one hand, he shielded a reflection of an adjacent lamp. With his other hand, Fox Parker his thumb to point out the number on the screen. "So that proves this metal thingy was machined in 1937. My question is, what's the significance?"

"God, I don't know, Fox. Just another clue that makes the mystery of Aris Falcon that much more vague. So, let's see - what do we know so far? Okay, we've now confirmed some of the random junk in the heart of this stupid city was meticulously catalogued and made over a hundred years ago. We know that some of the technology spans back to the 70's and 80's but that most of the construction was done in three stages. The first big stage must've been 1940 through 1950. The second big stage was 1975 through 1995. And then they finished this place sometime in the twenty-teens. But it's all conjecture."

"Yeah, sure makes it difficult to case the joint properly." Fox put the tablet down on the apartment floor and moved behind his sister. He placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed firmly. He sighed in thought. "Is it weird having Vincent back in our lives?"

Topaz smirked but relaxed beneath Fox's hands. "Nope. He belongs in our bed. I felt like we were missing something. It's nice to have it back. Speaking of Vincent, he should be here by now."

"You don't suppose something happened do you?"

"Now you sound like me. Stop worrying Fox, he's bound to walk in..." The door at the other end of the apartment opened. She continued with her sentence, smiling, "...at any moment."

Vincent Nevada walked into the bedroom and sat down by the twins. He put a reel-to-reel machine on the floor. "Wait, wait. Don't say a word. Just check this out." He un-shouldered a knapsack, opening the flap, and removed two reels, connected by film, and set them onto the device. "I know it's a bit old fashion. Just wait until you hear what's on it."

Fox, looking perplex, glanced at his sister, then back to her husband. "What'd you find, babyboy?"

Vincent grinned at Parker. "I've always loved when you call me that, Fox. Just listen. This will blow you guys away." He finished setting up the portable reel-to-reel device and switched it on. A small fan in the back of the unit hummed to life. Vince thumbed a key on the front and the reels began to rotate.

Sound played from an aging speaker built in the left side. The voice belonged to Aris Falcon. "December twelfth, a raiding crew took a bauxite shipment off of the USS Nereus. We scuttled the ship and let the current take her. Same as the USS Proteus, a few weeks ago. We now have enough raw material to create enough aluminum to fill our needs for the moment. I'm not sold on the thought of pirating, however. It will eventually draw more attention. I've proposed to Sire that we merely take what we need from the open market and bring it here. So far, no one has seen the barges. Then again, it's a very large ocean. I chose this area because of how many ships have disappeared in this area. Despite occasional storms, I feel we can protect ourselves in this area and people will simply explain it away as a dangerous region of the Atlantic."

Fox quirked a brow at Topaz then looked back at Vincent. "What on earth is this?"

"Just wait. I pieced together all the best parts. So just listen close."

A moment later, the sound chirped as it jumped to a new film section heated to the last one. Again, Aris Falcon's voice came over the tinny-sounding speaker.

Falcon's voice had a distinctly Russian dialect to it. "December fifth, 1945. Nearly a half-dozen military aircraft flew directly over our construction site. We've chosen to take this opportunity to test the new device invented by Isaac. He said it affects instrumentation. All five torpedo bombers have been verified to have crashed far from our location. We managed to capture and block their communications with the homeland. Isaac's team selected which ones to transmit and which ones to omit."

Topaz recalled a story regarding her education in history. "Is he talking about the Bermuda Triangle?"

Vincent gestured for her to listen.

Falcon's recording continued without pause. "We'll be moving our construction barges east of Bimini tomorrow to avoid the search parties. These Avengers will surely bring unnecessary search and rescue parties. However, the device worked. Their planes went down as predicted. Let us hope they are never be found - at least not anytime soon. I dispatched a seaplane to make sure there are no survivors."

There was an audio hiccup followed by Falcon's voice again. "Same day, Aris Sokolov's personal log. Just as I feared - search and rescue have already started looking for the military planes. A Mariner seaplane has been looking for the Torpedo Bomber planes we sent off course earlier. I made the decision to force that search plane into the ocean as well. We cannot have anyone spot our operation. I chose this region of the sea because we can get the supplies we need, and people stay away due to the weather. Also, at least three ships have disappeared here. The strong ocean current will sweep wreckage away with ease. I still feel it is the best place to build my future utopia."

"Jesus, what a nut job," Fox murmured.

The next clip came over the speaker. "Used Isaac's new device to down a passenger plane. This has become easier for me to stomach. I remind myself that nobody can know of our location. We'll be moving again just in case. In other news, we've released most of the workers for New Year's, which is coming up soon. I hope that 1949 will be a less interesting year now that America's focus is on the Pacific and their nuclear test programs. 1948 has had its share of setbacks. In January, we were spotted by a passenger plane on its way to Bermuda. In July, an extravagant yacht approached the construction barges and asked what we were doing. When he left, I used the newest device created by Isaac; it creates a gas known as methane hydrate. The device is quite impressive. It's a submerged network of large metallic cylinders that act as a perimeter zone. When the yacht crossed over, the device activated. The methane hydrate bubbled up beneath the yacht, reducing buoyancy. The yacht dropped rapidly; its top deck became even with the water surface. When the bubble burst upon reaching the surface all around the yacht, water rushed back inwards and swallowed the yacht. The reaction pulled the ship under in a most expedient manner. Isaac never fails to impress with his inventions. Are we keeping count? A DC-3 airliner went down. Not sure if I mentioned that already; I'm quite tired. We're moving the operation out to sea for now."

A moment later, Aris' voice continued, "Voice recording of Aris Sokolov, January seventeenth, 1949. Almost identical to the plane we took out of the sky a year ago today, we crashed another en route to Jamaica because they passed over our location. Once again we will have to move. But, I maintain my position. This is a large ocean and this is the perfect place to hide. However, people are coming up with names for this section of the Atlantic. Perhaps it's best I let these people amuse one another by telling horror stories of this region. It will keep them away."

The voice faded, and the reel-to-reel ended. Vincent stopped the player and switched it off. "It runs on a nine-volt. Remember those things? Anyhow, this collection of voice-recorded notation was dated from the beginning until the end of the 40's. There were a few more, but I couldn't always understand him and at times he liked to hear himself talk if you know what I mean. So I just tied together the best stuff. What do you think it means?"

Paz picked at her plain t-shirt, one that belonged to Vincent. The hem came to her knees. "It means we were wrong to bill this place as a modern miracle - it didn't show up overnight. It wasn't a quick construction effort. Falcon has been building this place from barges going all the way back about a hundred 'n ten years ago, Vincent."

Fox sighed. "Yeah, it's a little freaky. And where did the funding come from? And how long has he been this obsessed?"

"Okay, I've got one more." Vincent reached into his pocket and withdrew a microcassette tape and an old recorder. He slid a battery into it and pressed play at a section that was cued up. "Check this out."

Again, Aris Falcon's voice was heard, but far more clearly than portable reel-to-reel player used earlier.

Now, clearly lacking his prior Russian dialect, the man said, "Recording Tango thirty-seven of Dr. Aris Falcon. Taking raw materials that cannot be traced has become the backbone of building in secrecy. The dome is still on schedule, although I had an argument with JC in regards to our grand vision. It seems to have been resolved for now. Our latest side project is retrieving free ore at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. Twenty-five degrees; thirty north by one hundred thirty degrees; thirty east is the location of a British ship, the Derbyshire, found back in June of 1994. Now that this wreck's interest has waned, I've sent a recovery vessel and a uniquely designed bathysphere made for cargo. We'll take as much of the ore from the ship that we can without drawing notice from future divers."

Vincent held his hands up to Fox and Topaz. "Now, check out this part."

Falcon sighed over the speaker, as though annoyed to be reading from a journal. "Isaac is working on a device that will create a rather sudden aggressive wave. It requires nearly no notice for immediate deployment and is designed to render a rogue wave inert. When one of these freak waves is spotted, the device will create another, sending energy back towards the incoming rogue wave. The energies will cancel one another out to a degree that increases the chances of survival - a necessary precaution due to how many barges and sailors we've lost over the last fifty years."

"Wait for it," Vincent warned.

Falcon paused over the recording. "On a side note, the ability to generate the raw and sudden power of a rogue wave using an energy discharge comprised of variable frequency, sound, pressure, and energy released is something I cannot understand. As a geneticist, I fail to respect the danger in the warm ocean waters. Isaac has lived here a long time before myself, and has a special appreciation for these waters. Furthermore, his ability to create technology of this capacity is the single greatest contributing factor in our ability to create this mega-structure that will move and sustain itself beneath the water. Construction of the dome, itself, is nearly finished. It is a self-sustaining biosphere and impressive in unimaginable ways."

"What are we listening for?" asked Fox.

"It's coming up," Vincent explained.

Falcon's voice continued over the little tape player. "For decades, we have done this stretch of the sea an injustice by contributing largely to the growing popularity of paranormal mythology in this area. We are certainly not responsible for all shipwrecks and plane crashes attributed to this area. However, I am ashamed to say that my team has sank more ships and downed more aircraft than I care to admit. But these deaths are important. We would not be allowed to conduct our mission if outsiders were to stage an intervention. The truth is, anyone who reported our actions would bring undesired attention to our work in finding the Capital city of the First Age. A city that I have become obsessed with finding."

Aris paused over the recording. The group heard the sound of a page being turned over the speaker. Falcon yawned, excused himself softly, and then continued. "We have placed friends in the United States Government. American military ships are predictable enough that we can avoid them. The official word from the Federal Government is that the Bermuda Triangle does not exist. Construction has remained largely on schedule. The obstacles we have overcome inspire confidence. Yet the ones that lie ahead are biblical in size."

"Here it comes, right here, listen," said Vincent. He held his breath.

Topaz eyed her husband then looked towards her brother, keeping her ear towards the tape player.

"Isaac will be changing his name soon. His obsession with finding the city of his birth is equal to my curiosity in finding the technology to change the world for the better. And then I'll have saved lives. I sometimes think of those we have sacrificed to keep our secret. But I have too much on my mind, and there is far too much at stake to dwell on lives I've taken."

Vincent patted the shoulder of his wife and his brother-in-law and nodded.

Falcon continued in a tired voice. "Instead, I have been watching the lives I have helped to create. Jonathan and Sinopa Parker have impressive twin children. Isaac and I have developed a method of making them into genetic chimera. They will be compelled to mate. When it occurs, the genetic material their bodies will give to the fetus will not be a matter of the 'sperm that wins.' Instead, Fox Parker will carry exactly the necessary genetic material in every sperm produced by his body. This will ensure that the child is an exact match to properly bypass the biometric scan of a computer that was designed to lock down the inner sanctum of this lost city. Isaac designed the security system all those thousands of years ago and has assured me this is a necessary step. As he explains it, the leader of the First Age people personally locked down the heart of the city. He is the only one that can unlock the computer. However, he was killed over ten thousand years ago. His parents remained alive until quite recently; the preserved remains of this leader's body were put aside by Isaac. He controls every detail of planning, and his patience is inspirational. It is obvious he wishes for nothing more than to return home one day; I often wonder what's left."

Again, the group heard the sound of a page being turned. Falcon turned away from the microphone, coughed, then said, "Using the genetic code of the dead leader's parents and his preserved remains, Isaac knows exactly what the biometric scanner will look for in a human being. Unfortunately this man cannot be cloned. Isaac has apparently tried this. This impressive First Age computer can tell the difference. So, this person must be naturally born."

There was a pause followed by the sound of sipping liquid from a mug.

"Jesus," Topaz murmured softly. "To hear it laid out like that..."

"Wait, there's a little more," said Vincent.

Falcon's voice started overtop of Vincent's words, continuing the monologue again. "The offspring of Fox and Topaz Parker may likely be a male. I've come to this conclusion because sex is determined by sperm, and with Fox's body genetically modified so that every sperm created is exactly identical, every child they bare together would be exactly the same. However, the body has a way of adapting in ways that even the most advanced technology can predict. The term I refer to is 'genetic anomaly.' Isaac suggests that it's possible the child could be born a female, and that it would still be enough to override the biometric scanner we will eventually face. I'm not sure what this scanner looks for, since it apparently won't be gender, retinal pattern or fingerprint. I will watch over my creations, Fox and Topaz, until they are 'fruitful and multiply,' as the saying goes."

"Jesus Christ," Topaz whispered.

The squeak of a chair was caught on the recording; Falcon leaned back in a chair of some sort, and sighed. "I'm curious ... if they have several children, will every child be identical? After all, even genetically identical twins have unique prints and retina patterns. However, as I just said, I'm told by Isaac that the biometric scanner does not look at such things. It looks for something else that is beyond my grasp of modern genetics."

"Last part," said Vincent. "Listen close."

"Before I forget, I'd like to remind you that this is my final recording on microcassette. I will be moving to a digital medium soon. Perhaps, in the future, I will have these recordings archived to digital. I am told by Isaac that they can be better archived and protected. He says these analogue recordings are harder to hide away, and would be better off destroyed...

"Finally, Isaac and I have discovered two towns that were once part of the First Age. They were buried away yet preserved in a near state of vacuum beneath the earth. One is beneath modern-day Colorado. The other is beneath modern-day Virginia. We are assembling an archeology team because Isaac says we need to go to them and remove a piece of technology from each...

"He tells me we are in search of a power core that is compatible with the Capital city. Using these two cores, one from each site, we should be able to provide power to most of the Capital once it is located. But there are a series of artifacts necessary to remove these power cores, else their removal will create an energy discharge that could kill the retrieval team. Worse yet, it could cause an energy release measured in seismic activity that may cause people below ground to be killed. These towns could possibly collapse in on themselves, and it would alert the surface. I'm unsure the size of the seismic energy release but I'm told it would cause moderate quakes three miles up on the surface...

"To be clear, there are artifacts that act as a safety net and make it possible to remove these power cores without causing a chain reaction. We must utilize great care in the retrieve of these artifacts. Without them, removal of the two power cores will be extremely dangerous. This danger cannot be understated...

"We've scheduled the digs for August of 2011 and I am training Krys and Andrea Monroe to head the retrieve teams. The sisters are both highly motivated and are part of the supernatural people considered paramount to the new world I wish to create with Isaac...

"Speak of Isaac, he wishes to have his identity changed by the time we begin our archeological operation. My apology for my jumbled thoughts. Earlier I mentioned artifacts that, when combined, will create a set of keys. These keys will allow the safe removal and re-insertion of the power cores from their cradles. I have employed a young CIA agent to retrieve and safeguard the artifacts. I feel confident a man with the resources of the United States Government will adequately protect these keys. Again, they are absolutely crucial; they allow safe removal of each power core device. They control radiation used as part of the locking mechanism. They'll be just as important with the insertion of these cores once we have uncovered the Capital of the First Age. There is no other way to harness or control the power of radiation, making insertion too dangerous in the Capital City. Isaac tells me that inserting the cores without these keys would cause such an intense energy release that the buried city could possibly collapse in on itself, destroying our hopes and dreams all together. So, now I must put my faith in the hands of this CIA agent. Krys Monroe tells me he's the only one for the job. I suspect the two of them are romantically involved. This concludes the recording. I am reduced to childish nail-biting in hopes that Krys' fiancé will come through."

Fox smirked. "Aris wasn't expecting us to steal'em off of Watson."

Topaz grinned. "Yeah." She paused then frowned. "But that lead to a chain of events ending in the death of our father due to jealousy from that prick. Watson needs to die under mysterious circumstances like our father." She frowned then looked at the floor. "But I'm not about to murder the step-father of our half-brother. Jamie wouldn't understand my spite; and I won't be unfair to him. He's been a good boy. I really should have put more time into training him and..."

Falcon's voice came once more near the end of the tape. Everyone grew quiet and listened.

"Dr. Aris Falcon - supplemental recording for Tango - thirty-seven. I have one final report to make. Jonathan Parker has expressed a strong opinion that he wants nothing more to do with my vision. He has cut all funding. On a side-related note, our money has already been secured to obtain ore from the Derbyshire. But all further funding will cease, effective at the end of the weekend."

"Dad worked with him?" Fox asked. "I thought they just did one job for the Esoteric Council way back in..."

Topaz gestured her brother to silence with a touch on his wrist.

Falcon continued the recording. "Also, Parker has threatened to stop the entire main project from succeeding. He was once a trusted friend and ally in this endeavor. However, since the birth of his children, he now feels we're toying with fire. He says his wife has always been uncomfortable with the idea."

"Go mom," Topaz whispered.

Falcon's voice droned on. "It seems Isaac's trusted friend, Methos, recently learned about the depth of my obsession with the First Age. Methos feels it's best to keep the First Age buried. Thankfully there is one silver lining: Methos, as smart as he is, has no idea that Isaac is the heart of this operation, and is now playing both sides in order to guarantee his success in the matter."

Topaz threw her hands up. "Fucking Karla was right!"

"Shh," Fox whispered.

Falcon continued his monologue. "Methos seems to think I am at the center of this obsession to return to the First Age. It is best we continue to let him think this way. I thought it would make him less effective at staging his argument against our actions. However it seems the mathematician is, in fact, quite a thorn after all - Methos is the one who convinced Jonathan Parker to abandon the team effort. He took a calculated risk and struck down our sole source of finances...

"It's complicated. In 1999, Jonathan and Sinopa Parker learned more than they should have. They were immediately against helping us further our endeavors. Isaac, of all people, cleaned up the mess. He said he had a private contributing party that would ensure someone in their employ would remove select memories from the Parker family. Isaac's friend came through, and Jonathan has been a valuable ally ever since. I admit I'm surprised Methos swayed the man with mere words. Isaac is livid. He's chosen his new name and will employ it immediately in order to begin networking with the mundane world. He and Sire have their work cut out for them."

"Christ," Fox said. "Steven Milford is the main bad guy? And now we have no way to get the word out. Our friends will keep working with that guy and..."

"Karla wasn't fooled." Topaz silenced her brother with a mere touch, once more. "She's been saying that all along, babe."

Falcon never stopped speaking. "...Without funding, we need to build new backchannels and find new ways to create a source of money to continue the project. I had hoped to have this city finished by 2014, but now I fear that will be too soon. Losing Jonathan's money is an enormous upset. Isaac has determined that the city will not be ready for another ten years while we build our resources and finances...

" I have to admit, I miss the friendship I once had with Jonathan and Sinopa so many years ago. It has eroded as of late; Methos put the final nail in the coffin. Now I will have to watch the twins grow from afar. I may have to abduct them and run tests once they're adults. Just to make sure they're on track for mating. I'll collect a sample of their blood, a sperm count for Fox, a pap-smear for Topaz, and I'd like to test the unlocking of a new ability on Fox. As the father of the future child, he needs to have the same added ability as the father of the leader of the First Age Capital. This means the child will have that ability, allowing him or her to properly communicate with the computer system that will scan the child's biometrics. Then I would like to study Fox's new ability and its evolution. I'm nearly out of tape. Again, as a reminder, all future recordings will be created on a digital medium. I will start a new archival filing system for dates after this point. For now, I am once more forced to wait for my dream to be realized. Sire and Isaac will manipulate Governing bodies and rich investing families to..."

The 'play' button popped up on the old microcassette player. Vincent frowned. "I didn't know he had that extra stuff at the end. Glad we got to hear that. It was relevant and all."

"Steven Milford," said Fox with a sigh. "He's fooling Lance, he's fooling Watson, he's fooling our mother, and he's receiving intelligence on the progress of our side."

Paz shrugged. "I was pissed off that everyone always follows Karla. But now it might be best. She's the only one who doesn't trust the two oldest people alive. Good for her. She finally did something right." She ran her fingers through Vincent's hair. "You deserve a reward for finding these recordings."

"Yeah. I was told to irradiate a room today. And then I was left alone to do my work, because my control over that kind of radiation is dangerous. I stole these two because of the labels. I had to nuke the rest so as not to raise suspicion."

"You did good, hon." She smiled and kissed her husband softly.

Fox stroked the thin neat lines of his small beard then said, "Topaz, you thought Karla was a traitor, but she was just a poor judge of character who was manipulated into thinking she should keep her mouth shut regarding Watson. The real traitor was Steven Milford. Isaac. Whatever he calls himself now. We need to find a way to get word back to our friends."

Vincent chimed in. "He went by Isaac until 2010 or '11. He's been Steven Milford ever since."

Topaz walked over to the bathroom and picked up a makeup brush from the counter. She dipped the brush into a foundation and began applying it to her face.

"What're you doing hon?" asked Vincent.

"I'm applying this god-forsaken crap to my face that makes it impossible for facial geometrics to get a proper fix on my face. I hate this shit. It irritates my skin. But I can't deny how good it works against security cameras."

"Where are you going? You should stay here, Tope. What are you planning?"

"I need to go and stretch my legs. I want to be nosey and look around the city again. I feel helpless sitting here in a holding pattern, listening to a recording of how fucked up and pre-planned my life has been. Vincent, you're the most random thing in it. They never planned for you. You're all mine. And that makes me love you even more, but please, I just need to stretch. I need to look around at that fucking city and try to imagine when it was under construction on barges in 1940, so it feels more ... I don't know - vulnerable. I need to look at this place with new eyes so it doesn't scare me so much."

Fox frowned. "You heard the recording. It was built by men. It can be destroyed by men. Topaz, why don't you come up here on the bed and blow off some of your steam. It'll help with your aggression."

Vincent grinned, delighted by his brother-in-law's idea. "Yeah. You did say I deserve to be rewarded for bringing these recordings."

Paz turned to her brother and husband, hands on her hips, and smirked. "No. I need to stretch my legs. We can fuck tonight."

"Oh don't cheapen it," Vincent quipped. "It's not 'just' fucking. I've missed you, and I want to bond with you guys again. You're my family, my lovers, and my best friends. I love you two."

She nodded with a wan smile. "You're right, hon. And I love you, too. But like I said ... right now, I need to get out and nose around this giant beast some more. I've already put the stupid cake on my face."

Fox shrugged. "You can't tell. You blend it well."

"It still makes my face itch. I'll be back soon. Why don't you two have some fun? It's been a while since it's been just the two of you. You boys should reconnect."

Fox sat on the bed. Vincent settled on it, next to Fox. Both of them stared at her with a stern gaze.

Topaz laughed and approached her mates. She put her left hand in her husband's hair, and her right hand in her twin's hair. "I insist. If you two don't bond every now and then, it could eventually lead to problems between the three of us. Taking turns and sharing me doesn't work forever. You two need to strengthen your own bonds as well. I insist," she repeated at the end.

"Paz," said Fox with a wan smile.

"C'mon, Tope, you should join us."

"I will. Later. I promise." With her hands in their hair, she turned the boys to face one another, and guided them into a kiss. "There. Good boys. I love watching you two kiss. Always have, and I always will."

Wanting to please his wife, Vincent reached up and cupped her brother's face and deepened the kiss.

In reply, Fox reached down and guided his hands along his brother-in-law's torso, exploring his second lover.

Pleased, Topaz said, "This is perfect. Now, you boys play nice and I'll be back soon." She turned away from her mates and headed for the apartment door. Topaz stopped and glanced over her shoulder, just watching them for a moment, with a gaze of appreciation, as though looking at fine art.

Fox opened the front of Vincent's pants with one hand. His other hand trailed upwards, beneath Vince's shirt.

Vincent used one hand to fist a lock of Fox's hair. His other hand dipped into the front of Fox's pants. Topaz could see the tendons in her husband's forearm tense up; she knew Vincent wrapped his fingers around Fox's cock.

She stood at the door for another moment, debating on whether or not she should join them. She reminded herself that she could join them tonight. But she loved to watch, and gave herself another moment to enjoy the show.

Her husband and brother were passionate men. They divested one another's clothing and explored each other's body. She bit her lip watching them go through the motions. Touching, kissing, foreplay that lead into oral sex, and before long, they took turns taking charge of one another. She sighed in content, happy to see her boys happy. With them in the throes of ecstasy, and whispering sweet words to one another, she slipped out the door to give them privacy. Topaz left in complete silence, her mood restored.

The only thing she loved more than her husband and brother was her children. Now that she had her spirits lifted from the display of affection between her mates, she could focus on feeling productive in regards to the New Atlantis dome. After all, it was the only way she knew how to keep her son safe and search for her daughter at the same time.

As she made her way out of the apartment complex, she glanced back up at the window of her living space. A secret smile spread across her face, just imagining her lovers buried inside one another and saying sexy little things in their sexy masculine voices. A shiver raced down her spine and she sighed in content once more. She began walking, but her mind was still back in the apartment, imagining the rest of the episode.

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