Sirius Zero: Building A Corporate Kingdom After Being Expelled

Chapter 63: Kavitha's dream, and Natasha's memory



Kavitha sauntered down a dark alley, her titanium heels clicking on the rough concrete.

A group of three men surrounded her, leering unpleasantly.

"Hey pretty girl, you lookin' for a good time?" chuckled one between puffs of smoke.

Kavitha smiled at him, and emboldened, he stepped forward.

"Aaargh!" he screamed as Kavitha's titanium spiked fist smashed into his stomach.

A crackle of electricity followed by the smell of broiling flesh filled the air as her knuckle spikes sent its electric charge through him.

The other men recoiled and backed away as the first man slumped to the ground, writhing in agony.

"Mmm, that was fun," said Kavitha. With a powerful stomp, her titanium reinforced boot smashed into the thug's skull, splattering it open like a melon.

The other thugs broke into a run, desperate to escape, but Kavitha drew her gun.

Gunshots and fresh screams echoed through the alley, as 9 mm tungsten bullets ripped through the escaping thugs' legs.

"Now, now boys, it's not nice to run away," taunted Kavitha, advancing on them as the scrambled desperately.

Her stiletto heel sliced effortlessly into the bullet wound of the next thug, pinning him in place.

"No! No! Please!" he begged, but Kavitha brought her other boot down hard on his crotch, making him howl and puke.

"You're being too noisy," said Kavitha, dislodging the heel embedded in his leg with a squelch, and kicking him in the jaw.

With dull crack, his jaw was broken and dislocated by the titanium toe-box of Kavitha's boot.

She bent down, grabbed his arm, placed it over her knee, and using her elbow, snapped it in half.

The thug had lost the ability to scream, and could only make a dull groan.

"Mmm, boring," said Kavitha, kicking him in the head to crack his skull open.

She sauntered further down the alleyway, finding the remaining fleeing thug.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done having fun yet," she teased as she caught up to him.

The thug desperately fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a gun.

"Stay back!" he shouted, pointing it unsteadily at her.

With a contemptuous kick, Kavitha sent the gun flying out of his hands.

"I'm going to take my time with you," she purred, raising her own gun.

Tungsten bullets tore through the thug's thighs, making him scream in agony as he desperately tried to crawl away.

Kavitha sauntered over to him, and with a casual stomp, crushed his left ankle under her heel, making him scream even louder.

"Now for the other one," she taunted, as she stomped down on his right ankle, breaking it with a sickening crunch.

The thug's screams echoed through the alley, but Kavitha was unfazed.

With another kick and stomp, Kavitha broke the bones in left thigh and shin.

"Now, for your femur," she chuckled, and with a stop and a crunch, his thigh bone already splintered by the bullets, snapped in half.

"Hmm, I'll use my hands for the right," said Kavitha, as she grabbed the thug's right leg, and with a swift punch, she shattered the bones in his shin and thigh.

The thug's screams were now reduced to pitiful whimpers as Kavitha twisted his leg, and with a series of punches, crushed his right femur.

The thug was now slipping in and out of consciousness, as Kavitha picked up his hands.

"This little piggy, went for a walk," she sang, snapping the thumbs.

"This little piggy, stayed home," the index fingers were snapped off,.

"This little piggy, had roast beef," she sang, breaking the middle fingers.

"This little piggy, had none," - crack - the ring fingers were broken.

"And this little piggy, went wee wee wee, all the way home," she sang, finally breaking the pinky fingers.

The thug awoke just as Kavitha placed her stiletto heel right on his Adam's apple.

"Bye bye," she waved, as she stomped down, her heel slicing through the flesh and cartilage with ease.

With deft twists of her heel, she dislodged the head from the body, and kicked it away.

She giggled and sighed in pleasure, as she looked at the carnage she had wrought.

"Ah, that felt so good," she purred, running her hands over her black leather blazer and pencil skirt, relishing the squeak and creak of the leather.

She dipped her fingers into the pool of blood, and smeared it over her lips, moaning as she licked it.

Kavitha awoke, still moaning in pleasure.

A thrill of horror coursed through her as she pulled back her sheets and saw the stains of vaginal fluids.

"What's happening to me?" she cried, as the memory of her dream crashed into her conscious mind.

She got out of bed and took a cold shower.

"I think I need help. I can't be thinking and dreaming like this," she said to herself, as she toweled off.

She opened her closet, pulled out a white turtleneck top, a black pencil skirt, and a black chiffon blazer.

She quickly dressed, and slipped on a pair of black leather pumps.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed.

"I thought I was over this. I thought it would go away once I got used to the uniform and clinic," she said to herself as she brushed her hair.

She finally slicked on some lipstick and kohl eyeliner, and picked up her purse.

She walked out of her employee apartment, got into her car, and drove out of the Sirius Software compound, heading towards a therapist she had researched.

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Natasha stood on the white marble balcony of Saladin's palace. Her mind awash with memories of the past.

Fifteen years ago, she had been a young CIA agent, sent to infiltrate the harem of a Libyan warlord.

That mission had gone south, once the Arab Spring had started, and rebels did the job for her.

In that chaos, the 17-year-old Saladin, had bundled her into his jeep, and driven her to a refugee camp, where she was able to grab a plane back to the US.

Upon reaching US soil, she had learned that her CIA clearance had been revoked, and she had been disavowed and presumed dead.

"From muslin and silk to black leather, it's been quite a journey," she said to herself, as she admired the golden hue of the setting sun over the Libyan desert.

"I see you've done quite well for yourself, Natasha," said Saladin, as he stepped out onto the balcony.

Natasha turned to him, her eyes slightly misty.

"Yes, I have. Thank you for saving me that day," she said, her voice low and sincere.

Saladin smiled warmly.

"I can't take all the credit. I might have been able to save you from being violated here in Libya, but the one who saved your soul is the one you now serve," he said.

Natasha chuckled softly as she remembered her first meeting with Aaron.

"That's true, I suppose," she conceded.

"I never thought I'd see a genuine smile from you, I must admit. I'm a little jealous that Aaron has managed to bring out this side of you," said Saladin, a mix of amusement and regret in his voice.

"Well, you've changed quite a bit. I'm actually impressed by your achievements," said Natasha.

"I never wanted that cult of personality, but it was much easier to gain support that way. What I truly want is to bring stability and prosperity to Libya," sighed Saladin.

"Well, you've come to the right place. Master Zakhrov knows how to build, and he knows how to build well," said Natasha, smiling.

Harry stepped onto the balcony, and cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Saladin, the NATO chiefs are here, we need to go over the construction plans," he said.

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"This entire strip, will be under NATO jurisdiction, the nuclear power plants will be built in a single row over here," said Saladin, running his finger over a map of Libya.

"That's quite a lot of land to be handin' over boy," said a gruff-looking US Army commander.

"A sacrifice to ensure transparency, and to keep your friends in Israel happy," said Saladin.

"Hmm, so the power plants will basically be a wall of NATO bases, that shield Libya from Egypt, and top off with a naval base in the mediterranean," chuckled the commander.

"Yes, you get bases, we get electricity, everybody's happy," said Saladin.

The commander nodded, and looked at Aaron.

"All right, Mr. Zakhrov, you've got NATO clearance to begin construction, and you can use a few of our corps of engineers," he said.

"Thanks, commander. We should have everything ready to go within the year," said Aaron.

"Hey, don't yank my chain boy! Power plants take years to build!" said the commander.

"Not with my drones they don't," said Aaron with a smirk.

"Yeah yeah, I've already got tour extensions for my personnel. You better get those residential sectors done first," growled the commander, and left.

Aaron's phone buzzed, and he answered it.

"Yes, James? Oh, so the new nuclear technicians refuse to come to Libya? I see. Well, tell them that they are all fired, we'll train the Libyans directly," he said, hanging up.

His phone buzzed again.

"They agreed? Good, then have them board the next flight, we'll get them assimilated here while we build the power plants," he said, hanging up again.

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