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Chapter 12: Along came a spider, a few actually.

Egantu System jump point to Adreon System

"Finally, last stretch home!" As I slumped onto my pilot seat. For those who thought interstellar travels are glamorous, boy, you're in for a rude awakening. Sure is a scientific marvel...heh but the process itself is monotonous, in the end, I sometimes felt more like a long-haul trucker than a starship pilot.

I spent the week with the family on Paradise, I was under strict order from mom to participate or I will be grounded...starship or no starship. Evidently, distraction was going fine till Pete let slip to little Maddie that her favourite horsie James was out picking up girls on earth. Well, she narc on me to my mom...that brought me from my planet to Paradise at top speed.

Little Maddie would be Madison, our 4 years old cousin Ezekiel's daughter. Cousin Zeke ended marrying a smoking hot Norwegian model he met in Paris Fashion Week, he works for mom as the boutique grows into a retail behemoth in its own right. They have over 300 stores in North America alone, with a nine figures sales yearly.

Her mom was not a gold-digger though, as they signed a prenup before the wedding…supposedly, her manager thought Zeke was the gold-digger out to bleed her modelling money dry. But Mia turned out to be a nice and warm person, totally negate my original perception that most models would be half-starved assholes.

Mia's dropped jaw when she first saw our M-ship was priceless, this was 4 years ago before Maddie was born. There was a bit of complication during the early stage of her pregnancy, their OBGYN suggested they aborted her to minimize risk. Mom found out and decided to ask my base physician if there was another option. Yes, it was an easy procedure to perform with galactic medical technology standard and 8 months later Madison Elizabeth Quill was born on Cestea.

Yeah, my planet is called Cestea...why? I don't know it's already named that in the planetary ownership deed. The system is a seven planet orbiting a sun call Adreon, supposedly, from the information I gather from galanet, a star system is usually named after its first galactic discoverer.

I guess I am lucky the guy name wasn't Biggus Dickus or something...that would be an awkward situation to introduce myself socially. Well, there are seven planets but only Cestea suitable for habitation. But the silver lining is Cestea is one big ass planet, twice the size of earth with 3 moon orbiting around it.

My ship exit the jump point and come face to face with a dreadnaught...my first ship of its Galactica-class dreadnaught The Galactica, a tribute to the old girl. My SOP is always to leave a dreadnaught available for home defence if needed be. All jump points into my system are guarded by at least a light cruiser aided by multiple stationary gun platforms.

Fighters would then escort any merchant vessel using my system as transit jump-point at a small escort fee, per trade guild regulations. Galactic traders prefer to use my planet as a way station, as our system are well patrolled and space piracy around here is the thing of the past.

"Chief, Galactica is hailing us," Siri said.

"Put it through, you pilot the ship, Siri...I need to stretch my waist,"

"Admiral Anderson, what can I do for you?"

"This is Galactica actual, James, sorry to bother you but this is a personal call. Do you mind we continue this conversation in my quarter?" Admiral Anderson asked.

"Sure, no problem" I answered as I entered a yoga stretching pose…' Don't hate me for this, I needed the flexibility'

"Hi James, Sorry about this eh," Admiral Anderson said as a projection of him sitting in his office chair appear before me.

"You know Gerald, one thing I regretted in recruiting a Canadian is the constant apology...I can live with the ice hockey obsession but the apologies are maddening,"

He smirked "Well, sorry about that eh...You know I just had a vacation on earth right?" He asked as I nodded, he just finished his one-month shore leave.

"I was contacted by an old friend, he had a short stint as my Nato liaison officer in 82. Commander Franklin Reynolds of the USS Saratoga, an Arleigh-Burke Class Destroyer...formerly of course. He resigned his commission after his daughter was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumour, she doesn't have a lot of time James," He said sombrely.

"I don't mean to sound like an ass but is he any good or better yet, can he be loyal?"

"He came looking for me in Canada, James, a couple time at least. He is desperate, the doctor gave his daughter only six months to live,"

I sighed "Ok If the story checks out and if he is clean, I could always use a good ship Captain. Should help with the rotation, but Gerald, I hope he is not an asset for anyone...for his sake,"

Gerald nodded "I hope too because that would be an awkward apology from me eh," he chuckled.

"Oh god, please no more apology...carry on Admiral," I said

"Aye Sir, Galactica out," with that the projection goes dark.

"Siri..."

"Done, I've transmitted the order to Monitor the minute you said Ok if he is all green we'll put him through the process," Siri said with a smug tone I imagine.

"Nah, I wanted to ask about our resort guests...but good job on the Commander Reynolds thing…" I gave her a thumb up and a smirk.

She snorted, "I sometimes wondered how you and Peter could be twins while being completely opposite to one another,"

I gave her my best douche bag smile ever, as my ship continues its approach towards Cestea. The jump point was quite a distance away from the planet, that's good from a defensive standpoint. There is a space dock that links to a space station in orbit, most of the galactic trader would trade there or grab something to drink in the bar.

Earth street vendor food also are selling really well among the travellers, we got hotdogs, kebabs, falafels. I think it's the spice, even Rosatu said Earth spice is remarkable, so we began selling it here and they can't get enough of it...let just say the spaceport spices trade are now booming.

There is a drydock in a far right of the station, this is where we refit or repair our ships. Currently, there a Galactica-Class Dreadnaught The Missouri being refitted with a new type of armour plating. The crews are on shore leave on Cestea or on Earth while refit is in progress. My ship enters the atmosphere and then head to my city WhiteStone, it's located on the largest continent on the planet.

WhiteStone got its name from the fact it's a mountain of white marble. I got half a mind to name it Minas-Tirith at first but that lack originality. WhiteStone does meant as it implied but the white is also a throwback to Whiterun, the city in Skyrim. WhiteStone location really does reminds me of Whiterun as its a mountain of rock on a flat open plain. I took WhiteStone peak as my residence and rename it the Golden Peak, but most people just call it the Peak...I like gold, so sue me.

I landed my ship in the Peak landing zone and if you wondering where was the power stone...I hid it away for a bit in a secure location. Now it's not a good time to tame it, I need to make a shielded structure to mask the power stone energy output if and when I remove it from the Orb...that would take some time, because no fucking way I am doing that anywhere near here. But for now, I need to sleep first, I'll deal with them tomorrow. I went to my Emperor-size bed...lol it's just double the size of a king-size bed and climb in and went to sleep.

Unknown Location

Natasha Romanoff currently artificially sunbathing in pool area in her "prison", but in truth calling it, a 5-star holiday resort would be more accurate. Today would make it her eighth day here, she was told her captor would return in the seventh day...he's late. She spends most of her time watching movies, reading and the occasional gym work out. The gym was important as this place food was great and she didn't want to go up a dress size.

Based on the info she had, even if it is not much there is a possibility that her captor wants to turn her. Perhaps he wants information on her employer. Would she sell out her employer? sure, in a heartbeat. They hold no value to her other than the two million dollars bounty. She is Russian, even worse she was a Russian spy forgotten by Russia. If she returns all she'll get is a bullet to the back of her head.

Eight days here without any attempt at rescue told she could be on her own. She are most likely held underground in a secure location, too fortified even for her sisters to assail. Although the red room primarily trained them in espionage, the graduates do take pride in their combat prowess. But they were never meant to be assault team, fight only if you have no other option.

"Madam, I apologize for disturbing you but I am instructed to ask if you be interested in a walk?"

"Huh...do I have a choice?" Natasha asked with a lazy drawl.

"I apologize, madam, as I am unable to answer that question. Please put on some comfortable clothing as it is quite windy outside."

Natasha never could put a finger on her 'housing assistance' Lily, there were times she seems friendly but sometimes she felt cold almost machine-like. Looks like her target is back, well at least she won't be cooped up in this place. A gilded cage out of gold is still a cage, she could go for a walk...maybe a 'run' if she got lucky.

"Ok, I am game," Natasha said as she got up and went to her room to change into something as she was sunbathing in the nude.

After changing into jeans and a denim jacket, yes she didn't go up a size but it does feel a little snug than usual...damn it, she chose this just in case she could spot an opportunity to escape. She walks into the living room and there it was a door in the white wall that wasn't there before. In front of the door was a holographic projection of a white rabbit.

"Please follow the white rabbit, it will guide you,"

With that the white rabbit hopped out of the door, 'well at least it's a cute one' Natasha thought as she followed it down a corridor. The small corridor lead into a hallway five times bigger than before. There are marble statues on the right and left of the hallway, some of the statues were holding weapons made out of gold...she knows solid gold when she sees one, this guy is loaded even for a billionaire.

The white rabbit leads her to a great hall as big as a cathedral, in the four corners, there were four massive marble statues. The statues were in a half-kneeling pose with their shoulders looking as if they were bearing the weight of the ceiling. The ceiling itself looks like an ocean of stars...holographic projection, Natasha thought.

There are marble seats around the room but in the centre back, there, sat a golden throne. It was enormous, the throne, the platform, even the steps that led to it are all gold...this guy must really have a bad case of gold-fever. Could her mark be a hidden prince to a foreign country or something, in his file his father identity was noted as unknown, this is possible? But what country could be this advanced or this rich?

The white rabbit that led her here vanished but there was no one here. Behind her was a doorway that her spy gut tells her this is an exit...should she try it, he did ask if she wants to take a walk. If she got caught just say 'I am taking a walk' as instructed.

The Great Hall of Sky Bearers, The Golden Throne.

I was sitting on the throne in my pred mode while 'Alice' walks into the room following the white rabbit. She does looked intrigued by all the gold, what woman would hate gold...but her inner spy was quick to eyed the exit. I kept quiet as I wanna see what she'll do when she see where she was.

She walks nonchalantly out of the hall past the great golden door, these were not pure gold as solid gold is not hard enough to hold that ginormous weight...as you know gold is a soft and malleable metal. I hover and followed behind her as she walks past the great pillars (inspired by Khazad-dûm Moria) to the outdoor.

She stood transfixed on the outside balcony as there nowhere else to go further from there...She was on a grand balcony in the middle of a mountain. I think she was hoping she could run away somehow...heh. There is a city a the base of the mountain, but it's impossible for her to climb down from here. Ok, let's stop before she does something crazy like jump down.

"Enjoying the view?" I said as I un-pred behind her.

She turned, although she looks calm I can hear her muscle tighten as she ready herself for a fight. She slowly inches herself away from me.

"Relax, I am not here to fight...I invited you for a walk didn't I, so let's walk," I said as I walk toward the centre of the balcony.

She snorted but then followed after thinking for a few seconds. We walked in silence and reached a circle at the edge of the Grand Balcony. The moment she walks pass the circle line, a pale yellow field cover the circle, she touch it but it was solid.

"What is this? Afraid I might run?" She asked.

I smiled "No, it's a safety protocol for the platform to operate," As I said that the circle detached from the balcony and begin descending magically toward the city. It just a magnetic levitating platform, nothing magical about it. "And I don't need to take precautions against you escaping, now that I am here...you are free to go,"

"Really, just like that?" She asked suspiciously.

"Just like that," I said with a smile. "But I do have a question though,"

"You want to know who hired me?" She asked.

I gently shook my head, "Nah, that motherfucker died before you even came at me," I turned and look her in her eyes, "What I want to know is where will Natalia Alianova Romanova go when I release her?"

She jerked at me mentioning her real name, but quickly hide her surprised look. Her heartbeats told a different story though.

"Where will you go when I release you, Budapest, Russia or somewhere entirely new?" I said.

She contemplated for half a minute, "Budapest, you and I both know I'd be dead if I ever set foot in Russia," She said stoically, "There, I answered...May I go now?"

I smiled "Yes, you may,"

We spent the rest of descent in silence, the platform nearly reaching the city.

I look at her pondering something "Out of curiosity, why would you want to go back to Budapest?"

She remained silent.

"Is it because of your 'sisters'?" I asked.

She nodded as she no longer surprised as I even knew her real name, of course, I would know about her sisters.

"Then, how will you get back to Budapest?" I curiously asked.

She looked annoyed but still gracious enough to answer my question, "Beg, borrow or steal a ride,"

I smiled at her answer, 'Good luck with that woman' I thought to myself. The platform reaches its docking station and we got off. I gestured her to come with me as we walk to the exit of the station. The exit led to a glass tube and at the end of the tube was the forum. The ancient Roman architect would call it a forum, we modern-day assholes would call it a plaza or a square...I prefer forum

Forum is where the people of WhiteStone mingle, there are also street vendors selling foods and trinkets, street performers and children playing around. At any given day there are always be at least one to two thousand people on the forum. Nearby the forum would be the shops selling sundries, clothing, and just about everything.

The moment she step into the forum, she froze again. There were children running around in front of her but only half of them are human-like, some were kylorians and aakonians. Kylorian skins were pink in colour and aakonians were yellow. I grab her hand and pulls her as she walks in stupor in the forum. Around us there are different alien species walking around, chatting and even haggling for prices...it's a scene straight out of Star Wars.

I sat her on an empty bench near a fountain, as she sat there in a daze. I got us some coney dogs with soda at the nearby stall. She just sat there looking at this bizarre scenery while trying to make sense of it.

"Is this some kind of weird interrogation game you use to get information?" She said almost chillingly after she snapped out of her daze.

I was chewing my coney dog, swallowed it and chased it down with a soda. I snorted "You think I would plan all this just for some shitty information. Huh...What can you tell me that I don't already know," I paused, " Your assumption was based on the fact that you are still on earth, well, Dorothy this ain't Kansas no more," As I point to the two moons visible in the sky that now are not covered by the clouds.

She gasped at the sight the two moons, I leaned in and said: "Welcome to my planet Cestea,". She looks at me but that wasn't as shocking as I thought she would be, maybe I have broken her common sense too much today. " We are about 200 light-years away from Earth, quite a distance if you want to walk home if you even can call that's your home,"

She looked at me trying to figure out whether I am lying or not. She looked at her coney dogs, but I think she has no appetite to eat it. I gave her untouched food to one of the kids playing around and ask to stall owner to gave the same to the rest of the kids and put it on my tab. I took her by hand and we head to a hovercar parked on the side of the forum.

I set the car mode into sightseeing mode as we flew around the city. I told her as we were hovering in the air, WhiteStone have three main districts, Upper, Middle and Lower. This is by no means were class separation but only meant different location that's all. As there are people who lived in the upper district but work in the lower district, the median income is about the same.

"You are handling this surprisingly well, most people would go bat-shit crazy by now," I asked as I noticed her heartbeats started to relax.

"Would freaking out be helping me in any way?" She asked.

"Then, does being calm helped? Interesting dogma isn't it. Two states of mind won't be any used to you, in this situation," I said.

She ponders my words as I entered a new destination into the navigation system. I hit autopilot and open the sunroof, recline the seat and watch the sky.

"Shouldn't you be flying this thing?" She asked with a tad bit of worry.

"It's a hovercar and relax, it's perfectly safe...hardly anyone ever crashed in it," I said as I reclined her seat as well.

"I don't see how'd that inspire any confidence, you know?" She mumbling a retort.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed five minutes of silence, that was interrupted by a growling sound. I open my eyes and looked her way, she was blushing…

"Did you just..?" I asked with a half-smile.

"Shut up, I skipped breakfast and you gave away my lunch," She said with a cute blush.

"Can you hold it till we get there or do you need to chew on my arm," I said as I got a middle finger as a reply.

"That's not very lady-like, you know," I teased her but she just ignored me.

-Approaching Your Destination-

With that our seat reclined to its upright position as the hovercar came closer to a vast complex. The hovercar land smoothly, we exited it and walk to the building entrance. The entrance was guarded by two lightly armoured legionnaire both gave me a sharp salute which I returned.

"What is this place?" She asked while looking around, there are signs up and all but it's in Galactic common. We kinda do that in purpose so the residents will learn it faster.

"We call this the Nest, this is where we gonna have lunch," I answered.

"What we, you ate not one hour ago!" She retorted.

"Pfft...I am a guy, we have a different stomach for coney dogs," I mumbled.

We walked into a mess hall where there were 200 or so kids of multi-species having lunch. The kids were about 7 to 11 years old eating while chit-chatting, I walked past them to the lunch counter. There was a mid forty lady typing on her datapad, she was wearing a chef uniform minus the hat.

"You know hairnets are mandatory in the kitchen, I am gonna have to dock today's pay for this," I said in a mock stern tone.

She looked up and snorted "F U James, you dock my pay I'll go on a strike...see how you like feeding three thousand mouths for a day," she said with a laugh.

"Hi Gladys, where is your taciturn lamp post of a husband today?" I asked as I looked around for his seven-foot-tall husband.

"Mike went to the farm to check on next week livestock," She answered, "You want something to eat?"

I touch the counter to activate the interactive menu, "Hmm...I could go for a beef stroganoff on pasta with a glass of water please," I step back and let the lady choose her meal. To my surprise she used the menu expertly, eight days is long enough to adapt to it.

"I'll have the medium size Caesar's Salad with chicken breast, light dressing on the side," She said after thinking for a bit. That's the last thing I expected her to pick...could she be worried about her weight?

"Go on, have a seat, I'll bring your food when it's done," Gladys said as she went to prep my order personally, only I and my family get the Gladys treatment when we eat here.

Gladys McKnight and her husband Michael 'Mike' McKnight were among the first people I recruited into my organization. Eight years ago, they had a successful three Michelin-Stars restaurant in New York City. They life went to shit after they accidentally witnessed a Capo of the Di'Antonio crime family killed a man. The Capo burnt their restaurant to ashes as a warning to not testify against him. They lost everything they owned and no restaurant in New York dare to hire them.

That's when their names came to Monitor as potential recruits, normally I had to pay a significant signing bonus as the nature of the contract was confidential. But after seeing what I can do, Gladys only asks me to let them feel her pain. That night I burn down all the businesses of Di'Antonio Mob and left a decapitated horse head on top of the Don bed...lol Godfather style. I also add a note 'Courtesy of Gladys McKnight to thank Capo Luca Salvatore for the destruction of her dream'. The Capo was wearing spanking new cement shoes at the bottom of Hudson River that very night...so fuck that prick.

As we sat and wait for our food, I noticed one of the girls that wearing cybernetic prosthetic on both of her legs walked with a bit of a wobble, "Nisha come here!" I called for her. She came but look a little nervous being called out by me. When she came near me, Siri immediately scanned her legs. "Misaligned by 2mm, the log indicates she missed this month adjustment," Siri complaint.

I gently flick this 8 years old forehead, "I told you countless times, your legs need to be re-adjusted on a monthly basis," Nisha rubbed her forehead, "Next time if you miss another appointment, Siri will play a duck quack sound effect every time you walk, Would you like that?" Nisha shook her head really fast. "Remember to go to the medbay after your class, Ok?" I said gently as she nodded her head then go back to her table.

One of the kitchen assistance brought two tray containing our food, she sets our respective tray and leave us to enjoy our food. My steaming beef stroganoff on pasta with a dollop of sour cream, my mouth waters just by the aroma of it. I took my first bite of the pasta, an explosion of flavours hit my pallets. Gladys's stroganoff always a win in my book. As I was savouring my stroganoff, my red-haired captive was twiddling around with her still uneaten Caesar's Salad whilst yearningly staring at my beef stroganoff...I guess she regretted her lunch selection.

"You are impossible, you know that!?" I said as I swapped my plate with her's, "There, happy now? Suddenly, I had the urge to eat a salad," I said sarcastically.

She smiled as she began to eat the food with relish. The salad wasn't that bad actually, the dressing kinda had a zing to it. But as she finished her/my meal let's have a little revenge.

"You know, don't believe all the crap you read in Vogue magazine and some shit, you can't lose weight just by eating this salad. This salad had 430 Calories while that Stroganoff had only 315 Calories, you can see which one is the healthier choice," I said with a smirked.

I think this fact shocked her worse than everything so far, not the new planet, aliens species or crazy magic-like tech. The fact she been eating higher calories count food that she thought was good for weight loss. As she sat there in a stupor, the kids all started to leave the mess hall to go to their classes.

Seeing her like this kinda make me felt like an asshole so I grabbed her hand and lead her to an elevator. We go up to a higher level and walk around the elevated skyway. We stop at one spot at a balcony overlooking a large auditorium. There were about four hundred older kids already in their seat with a VR helmet on. The two hundred younger kid that just finished lunch walked in and grab empty seat and started to put on their VR helmet.

"This is their loading room, all classes for Cestea children are done in a Virtual Network class. This way they increased learning efficiency while still retain social interaction," I said while looking at my future troops.

"They are all orphans aren't they?" She asked.

I looked at her with a bit of surprise, "How you figured that out? this could easily be a boarding school or a nursery,"

"Some of the kids have these eyes, I know that look...like a wild animal ready to pounce, I seen that look one too many," She said.

"Yeah, those are usually the new kids...they take lots of time to adapt, even with counselling some may never do," I said with a sigh.

"So are they your future recruits?" There a hint of tension at the end of her sentence.

"Yes and no…There would be some who will choose my Legion as their path in life but there are other paths to choose from as well. Every Cestean of age can and will make the choice," I answered, then I looked in her emerald green eyes, "I know why you asked, you look at the kids and you saw yourself in them...Am I the same monster as the red room operators? Am I just creating a galactic version of it?" I paused, " No to all of it, but me telling you are useless, make your own conclusion, but before that...Do you see that Nisha girl over there with her friends?"

I pointed Nisha group to her, Nisha's friends are all like her, they all wear cybernetic prosthetic in one or two of their limbs...Natasha nodded.

"We found them in a child trafficking syndicate on Earth, children of poor farmers sold so there be one less mouth to feed. The syndicate cut off their perfectly good limbs, to garnered more sympathies as street beggars...If they survive to be teens, pretty looking one would be turned into whores and that's the lucky ones. The unlucky ones would be stripped out of their organs to be sold in the black market," I said solemnly.

"Each one of those kids down has their own story to tell...I may not be a saint as there is a part of me that hopes they will choose The Legion Path, but I also hope I did gave them some measure of happiness while they were here...Fuck how depressing can these galaxies get?!" I let out.

From her heartbeats, it seemed my explanation was accepted as her anger seem to fade.

"I am not much an idiot but I know you want something from me, lay it to me straight," She said as her green eyes boring into mine.

"I want you to be my right hand, let's face it...my intelligence operatives are too few, I need people of your skillset," I said.

"I am flattered, but what's your offer?" She asked

I smiled, "I can offer heaps of cash, gold bullion plenty enough you can make beds out of it but what I truly offer is a home. A true home, a place where you belong...A home no one can ever take away from you," I said.

She looked at me for a long time, thinking of her decision. That moment felt like an eternity, but in reality, after about like ten minutes she made up her mind.

"Ok, I am in...a home is good and all but a girl need to buy stuff, so I'll take that heaps of cash as well," She said stoically.

I laugh out loud "How about half a mill a month with a twenty mill signing bonus...How's that sound?" I asked.

"Sounds like you get yourself a deal," She declared.

"Good, Congratulations on becoming a citizen of Cestea and welcome to the Legion," I said.

She looked confused, "Wait, I know I am working for you but you can grant me citizenship just like that?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Ahhh, about that when I said this was my planet...I meant it in the most literal sense, it's my planet, I own it," I said.

"The planet? The whole thing?" She asked looking doubtful.

"Yep" I nodded.

"The whole thing, like own, own?" She still doubtful.

"Yepp," I nodded.

"..."

"Any more surprises you got install for me today? My sense of normality was totally fucked up and I hold you responsible for that," She said with a scowl.

I grinned "One or two more surprises...You took everything I hurled at you like a champ, well done,"

She scoffed "Will my pay be deducted if I flip you the finger?" She asked with a serious face.

I softly laugh "Nah, flipped me all you want...we keep thing casual around here, just not in front of the kids. My mom will kill us if she knew," I said with a serious face, "Seriously, don't do it,"

She nodded, "On another note, you should train more intel assets,"

"Yes, I agree. Plans are already in the works...Let me introduce you to my new trainers," I said as I walk to the elevator with Natasha in tow.

The elevator go up to a higher level and as soon as the elevator door opened, we can hear classical ballet music playing. We walk into a larger dance studio where there are thirty or so six-years-old girls in a ballerina outfit. They are all moving although not gracefully yet to all the basic movement of their instructors routine.

I looked at Natasha as she jerked at the sight of the dance instructors. The one clapping the dance tempo was Melina Vostokoff and the one demonstrating the movement was Yelena Belova.

Noticing our entry Melina clap differently, "Ok, that's all for today, good job everyone...Off you go now," She said with a Russian accent. The kids clap then went to the dressing room on the back of the studio.

I walked to Melina and gave her a peck on her cheek and do the same to Yelena.

I 'tamed' Melina Vostokoff eight days ago before I was summoned to Paradise, with her it was money and promise of revenge against Leviathan, the red room true creator.

For Yelena Belova, it was new challenges and also shitload of money. I recruited her yesterday as soon as I woke up from my zzz. It wasn't easy to recruit her as she tends to be more belligerent of the three but after I beat her ass to the ground without even breaking a sweat, she gave in. Melina Vostokoff is someone that must be treated with respect, Natasha Romanoff is someone that you need to connect as human as she values that but Yelena Belova is some you have to dominate to control.

Melina looked at Natasha, "You are late," She said in her thick Russian accent.

Natasha grinned, "You can blame our new employer for that, he had me locked up," She looked at me accusingly.

"Ok, ok blame me for everything...Welcome to the Shadow Squad, Melina will handle the new spiderlings training. Natasha will be my shadow in QCorp acting as my personal assistance as her cover and Yelena will handle field operative conversion training. By that I meant that Yelena will assist Melina in training and adapting some of our legionnaires into field operatives...You'll spend a few month adapting to our facilities and tech, Clear on that?" I said.

They all nod, that's what I like about highly trained people. You don't have to say it twice, they just need the objectives and they are good to go. Finally, I got my shadow squad, provided its only the initial phase...there are still shit load of things to do but I got them.

Each one of them is stunningly beautiful, with a perfect body and I hope one day they would be a member of my harem. Let me be clear, there is nothing in their job description that said they were required or obligated to sleep with me. I am not a douche bag that would force that on a woman, I am not Harvey Weinstein. If they sleep with me one day that be because of my irresistible charms, oh, believe me, I will try.

It's a guy wet dream of having a harem of deadly, uber-hot super sexy Russian spies, don't blame me, blame Bob for putting me here. No man in his right mind would not try to do it unless he's in a coma or gay as fuck...Yeah yeah keep yapping its morally corrupt to do so, I am a realist who can and will do what I want!

**Chapter 12, This was a difficult chapter to wrote because I kept getting disturbed with RL stuff when I was in my writing groove. Any writer out there would know how annoying that is.

A lot of people will ask why not offer them a cure for their red room problem, my reasoning is trust has to be build and loyalty will be rewarded. Maybe in the future when they have proven themselves loyal to James, he would give them their red room graduation fix.

Yeah, a harem will draw a lot of flak but, logically if this shit happens to you what would you do?**

One another note Merry Christmas to all my readers and a Happy new year, finally this year I manage to cross one of my resolutions. See you all in 2020. I will try to post a new chapter every 2 weeks.