Chapter 41: Boardroom and Bedroom

Teresa Walker was standing in uniform in front of Ethan Hunt in his office. In her hand was the extensive report she had made of Rick and his fighting prowess during the previous mission a week ago.

The Major sighed in frustration. “None. I asked everywhere. The NSA, the CIA, nothing. They barely are aware of their existence and that they are a para military group. Either, they really don’t know anything, are not playing ball or are in on it. Regardless, we have nothing.”

His sister came in right then, with her own files under her arms. Lab coat on, hair disheveled, it was obvious for everyone to see that she had once again pulled an all nighter in her lab.

“Good Morning, Mia. You’re just in time. I was about to talk about Rick and his actions during the last mission. I gather you have something to share?”

The doctor dropped the thick dossier on her brother’s desk and went straight to the coffee machine on the side to serve herself a huge mug. Teresa handed her report to Ethan who read it immediately while she picked up the dossier to have a look.

“That young man… He would have been Humanity’s future if not for his infertility.” The frustration in Mia’s voice was loud and clear.

“And?” Hunt flipped a page of the report he had in hand. His face was neutral but his eyebrow struggled to stay in position and not raise up.

“Ethan… Either his body feeds on the viruses and enhances his abilities further or it naturally answers to his needs.”

The Major stopped reading at the part where Rick had smashed the head of two lickers together after a miraculous dodge. He looked up at his sister. “I need more than that, Mia.”

The woman drank her coffee in one go and sighed. She walked to the front of the desk and took a desk. Ethan signaled Teresa she could sit too which she did.

“From Teresa’s preliminary report, he shouldn’t have been able to survive the ordeal. Wald’s stamina is way over the charts but in comparison to regular physical activity. Average people’s regular physical activity.” She corrected herself.

“You mean… Every outlandish feat he does requires more stamina?”

Mia nodded. “Yes but it’s normal. Balanced. Let’s say lifting a hundred times 20kg is worth 10% of stamina. It’s not too light or heavy a weight for an average person. For Wald, that’s around 200kg. So if he did a hundred lifts with that weight it would be worth 10% of his stamina too. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“That if we base his abilities with normal metrics he’s extraordinary but if we follow his own metrics he’s normal. Or rather the rules are the same for him.”

“Exatly.” Mia nodded. “For all his superhuman abilities he shouldn’t have been able to hold for so long while—”

“Roach is a determined man.” Teresa cut off. “His will to live is extraordinary, it’s not that surprising that he—”

“I’m well aware of the effect of the mind over the body, Teresa.” Mia gave her a flat look. “I’m a doctor and from a military legacy family. I know.” She turned back to her brother who looked amused. “The point I’m trying to make is that while I’m certain he would have been able to defy logic and numbers and survive the fight, he shouldn’t have been able to go on once the adrenaline in his system faded. He should have crumbled down right here and there once that happened.”

Ethan lifted the report in his hands to prove a point. “Yet, he did not.”

“No.” Mia shook her head. “That’s why I tested his abilities to their limits yesterday. The results were baffling. His bench press personal best was 2100 lbs. It is now 2300.”

“Are you telling me he can lift a fucking ton?!” Ethan’s eyes nearly popped out of their orbits.

“Yes. He can also run a 100m dash in 6 seconds. I can’t follow him with my eyes anymore when he uses his explosive speed to dodge. I need to rely on cameras now.”

Ethan uttered a single word. “Jesus.”

“I don’t know what is the origin of such a change. I thought of well… puberty. Despite being 18 he’s still growing but I discarded it. Those improvements are too sudden for that.”

“You said it was either his body feeding on the viruses or answering to his needs.” Teresa chimed in, repeating the words Mia had said earlier on.

“That’s the only two explanations I have that make sense. When I osculated him at his return I found traces of T-virus in his blood. He must have been scratched or bit during the fight. I wasn’t able to verify it since he was already healed and he didn’t remember if he’s been wounded or not.”

When Hunt side glanced at Teresa she nodded. “It’s possible he was injured. It was difficult to see what was happening when he rushed into a group of zombies. He was also moving very fast.”

“He’s clean now. I found no more T-virus in his blood. Honestly his body feeding on it to get stronger is… dubious at best. Since his body already incorporated what it wanted from the virus into his DNA.”

The Major’s eyes switched back to his sister. “So it’s a mental thing then?”

Mia didn’t quite nod. “It’s just an idea. The viruses, especially G, are known for mutating horrifically the host. From the multiple reports of what happened to William Birkin and its constant mutation for something bigger and stronger each time he was hurt to a certain point, it’s very much possible that Wald triggered one without noticing.”

“You mean his will to survive prompted his body to answer by making him stronger?” Hunt was completely bewildered now.

“That’s what I believe, yes.” Miad nodded frankly this time. “I’ll keep observing his development closely for the next month but if it turns out to be true…” She took a deep breath and sighed. “What a waste.”

Teresa arched an eyebrow in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘what a waste?’ He’d be even more useful on the field.”

Mia gave her another flat look. “Is there anything in your thick skull beyond the needs of the military? Don’t answer that!” She quickly added when she saw Teresa frown and about to give a reply. “Rick Wald is currently at the top of the food chain. He’s the Apex with a capital A. He’s the origin of Humanity evolving way beyond what it currently is. Think, Teresa. A hundred years from now, humans could survive anything. The harshest environments, the most lethal diseases. Nothing would be out of our reach. Not with such adaptability.”

Ethan ignored the excitement in her voice. “Unfortunately, he's sterile.”

Uncharacteristically, Mia growled in fury and despair, pulling on her hair. “And he’s FUCKING STERILE! GOD! Do you know how fast we could have advanced humanity if he hadn’t been?! Do you?! Tens of thousands of years! And that’s by respecting his human rights! Had I strapped him onto a table, milked his sperm and bred any bitches available and ready for motherhood it would have shortened that time even more!”

“Mia, calm d—”

“Don’t fucking tell me to fucking calm down, Ethan!” She nearly snarled at him. “It all dies with him!”

The Major didn’t know what to say. As far as he remembered, his little sister had been working on improving the human body since she took an interest in it in her youth. She had spent years working on making proper diets, proper exercises, on studying DNA and drugs to permanently improve men and women. And here she was, with the answer to her prayers landing on her lap except she couldn’t do anything with it because it was defective.

He let her vent in the end and finished reading Teresa’s report. “What about his relationship with Foley?” He asked the woman.

“Roach told Liquid the truth about his condition when we got back. She had been ignoring him for a week now although I saw her drag him to the garage yesterday. They haven’t returned yet, so I supposed they made up.” The Captain’s answer was factual.

“Good. He really needed to tell someone on his own accord and out of trust.”

“It would have been better if he had told her sooner.” Teresa remarked, closing the dossier and putting it back on Hunt’s desk.

While the Major asked more questions to his sister, one pertaining to the anti viral agent and the T-virus Teresa had brought back from the mission, things were different in an hotel room of Fredericksburg.

The atmosphere was worse than in a graveyard and far more tense.

Rachel was looking down at Rick. Staring intently more like. She didn’t dare let her eyes wander down. She knew what she would see if she did. Both their bodies utterly naked and Rick’s cock firmly lodged inside her pussy, pressing against the entrance of her womb. Another reason as to why she didn’t need to look down; she could feel his log splitting her in half.

Her emotions were all over the place and the massive headache she had didn’t make things better. Far from it.

She remembered the previous day clearly. How she dragged him left and right, walking the streets, having fun, then the evening at the bar. She had drank. A lot. Flirted a lot too. With everything on two legs and with a dick. It was just that, flirting and teasing but apparently one guy took it for something more. Or he simply wanted more and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She had been too drunk to get away from his grip and Rick had intervened. Laid down the guy with one slap and brought her outside.

She had already been hot and horny but seeing Rick just dispatch a man a bit bigger than he was with such ease, turned her on to the max. Sex and release was what she needed and she made it clear to Rick. The ordeal had sobbered up a little. Enough to drag him to the nearest hotel and pay for a room.

What happened was the best fuck of her life. They barely went through the door that she pulled down his pants and was on her knees ready to suck his cock while she was thrusting her fingers inside her pussy. What followed next was unreal.

Rick had given even more than she did and proven that he had ungodly stamina to spare. It was orgasm after orgasm. From his fingers, from his tongue. From his mammoth cock. She especially loved the latter and understood why Queen was named Queen.

The last thing in her memory was riding Rick cow girl and doing her very best to endure his violent and savage pumping from below while he held firmly by the hips.

It had been quite the night and she won’t deny it. The issue at hand however was that she never intended to fuck him. Rachel didn’t want any complication in their partnership and friendship. Crow and Blast had been dating for nearly two years now and they were planning a life together. Rachel wasn’t interested in that. Relationships weren’t for her. Rick on the other hand, it seemed to her that he was trying to find something deep. Permanent and meaningful despite the fact that he teased her back.

She didn’t want to hurt him and his feelings. She didn’t want what they had to sour. That’s why she had only ever teased him.

“Rick, look,” She finally found her voice. “Last night, Hmmm!”

Her eyes widened when Rick held her by her ass and pulled her up. His cock slowly slid out of her pussy and touched a very sensitive spot making her moan.

“Could you—” He had thrust upward scratching that sweet spot again and brushed her cervix with the tip of his cock. This time she closed her eyes and bit her lips to not moan.

Rick finally spoke when she glared balefully at him. “It’s just sex, Rachel. We both needed it. We both wanted it. That’s all there is to it. You don’t love me, at least not like that and I feel the same way. Even if I was, I’m still too in love with my ex and it wouldn’t be fair to you. So let’s enjoy ourselves without making it complicated.”

As he spoke along, he kept fucking her slowly, slightly picking up speed. The pleasure completely overshadowed her headache and corrupted her line of thoughts.

“F-fiiiiiine.” She finally let out. “But you better keep…Aaaaah~ fucking me… FUCK YES! RIGHT THERE!”

Rick rolled them around to position himself on top. He grabbed her behind the knees and put her legs on his shoulders.

“Take care of my cock every morning and I’ll fuck you wherever, whenever. No strings but the one we already have attached.” He almost pulled back completely out of her. Something she didn’t like as she bucked her hips up.

“DEAL! Now fuck me you big fat cocked bastard!”

Smirking to himself, Rick fed her pussy his whole length and began to jackhammer into her, making her scream in delight. He had finally found a release for his sex drive. After the three months of every day sex with Claire he had been missing it greatly.

Now? He wouldn’t have to go without again and without investing himself emotionally too deeply.