[PART 2] Vale woke before Sylas, who was still out cold from the night before. Moving carefully, she slipped off the couch and began searching through his bag. She rummaged quietly, her eyes scanning for anything that might lead her to information about the resistance.

Her heart skipped a beat when she found his ID card. She quickly snapped a picture of it with her phone. Continuing her search, she uncovered dates and numbers, but nothing about the location of the safe house or the weapons from their previous missions.

“They’re more careful than I thought,” she whispered to herself.

Just then, she heard Sylas shifting in his sleep. Freezing in place, she held her breath before quickly and quietly retreating to the couch. She lay back down and pretended to be asleep, maintaining her cover.

Moments later, Sylas sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Vale took her cue and stretched theatrically, feigning surprise.

“Oh my god, Sylas! Why are you here? What happened last night?” she asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“You got really drunk, so I decided to walk you home,” Sylas explained, scratching the back of his neck. “But nothing else happened! If that’s what you’re wondering…”

Vale turned red, looking down. She thought to herself, That’s not all that happened, Sylas. Naughty boy, lying to someone you just met. But outwardly, she kept her innocent act intact.

“Oh,” she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sylas chuckled. “You’re quite the different person when you’re drunk, you know. I barely recognized you!”

Vale’s face somehow turned an even deeper shade of red as she tried to shrink into the couch. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a hassle for you.”

“Ah, it’s nothing. You wouldn’t believe how many times I had to do this for my dad. And trust me, he was puking everywhere!” Sylas joked, grinning.

Vale laughed awkwardly, trying to mask her unease. “Well, I ought to get going now. I’ll see you later today at the meeting.”

She stood and moved to hug Sylas but froze when she noticed something she hadn’t before—he was an amputee.

“Oh my… Sylas, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Eh, I don’t like people treating me differently just because I’m missing an arm,” he said, brushing it off. “That’s why I keep it hidden.”

“Still, you should have told me! I should have been helping you last night!”

“Vale, it’s fine, trust me. I actually enjoy helping you. Besides, I wasn’t nearly as drunk as you were last night.” Sylas chuckled.

Vale sighed. “Fine… and thank you, by the way. For everything.”

Sylas smiled, looking her in the eyes. “No problem, Vale. Anytime.”

He adjusted his coat, pulled up his hoodie, and stepped out into the streets. Sylas moved carefully, avoiding the more dangerous areas until he finally reached Leif’s workshop.

The moment he entered, the sound of hammering filled the air. The workshop was alive with at least ten other smiths working on various projects. Sylas made his way to Leif’s workstation, where the man was hunched over a piece of machinery.

“Leif!” Sylas called out, causing the smith to jump in surprise.

Leif turned around, grinning. “Sylas! I presume you’re here for that arm of yours?”

“Yes. Do you have it ready?”

“Of course, me boy! And I made a few tweaks, if you know what I mean,” Leif said, his eyes twinkling.

“Really? What did you add?”

“Oh, nothing major,” Leif replied nonchalantly. “Just a retractable blaster, a high-powered laser, and a DNA recognition system so only you can use it.”

Sylas’s jaw dropped. “Damn, Leif! I don’t know what to say. How much do I owe yo—”

Leif shot him a death glare. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” he said sharply before his usual cheerful demeanor returned. “Anyway, it’s fully ready to use. If you run into any problems, just let me know.”

“Okay, Leif. Thank you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Bah, it’s nothing,” Leif said, waving him off. “You’re strong kid—don’t waste it.”

The smith’s words lingered in Sylas’s mind as he nodded, clutching his new arm tightly while stepping out of the shop. Back on the streets, he passed the same gang he had seen yesterday. He avoided eye contact—there was no time for distractions today. If he was late, Olaf would never let him hear the end of it.

Navigating the concrete labyrinth of the city, Sylas kept a brisk pace until he reached the building. He knocked on the door, and a peephole slid open. Ama, the doorman, greeted him.

“Darkness of day, light of night,” Ama said.

“The resistance never rests, for neither do our enemies,” Sylas replied.

The door creaked open, and Sylas slipped inside, quickly shutting it behind him. The short tunnel ahead led to the meeting room. Several members were already there, but Sylas’s eyes were drawn to two figures—Vale, standing near Olaf.

“Ha! Well, isn’t this a sight?” Olaf grinned. “Sylas, not only on time but early. I’ll be damned. Good job, kid.”

“Thanks, Olaf,” Sylas replied, glancing at Vale. She seemed less reserved around him than she had been earlier that morning. He took it as a good sign.

Before long, the room filled, and the meeting began. Olaf took attendance, then got straight to the point.

“Alright, folks, we’ve got a problem. One of my scouts reports that the convoy shipments are being moved from the outskirts of the city to the inner-city border. Security is being increased, and in two days, the last convoy with limited security will leave. That gives us two days to prepare.”

Murmurs rippled through the room.

“Two days?” someone exclaimed. “That’s not enough time!”

“I know,” Olaf said, raising his hands to calm them. “It’s a tight schedule, but it’s doable. This is the last convoy we need to intercept. After this, we’ll have enough resources to storm the capital. Remember, this is what we signed up for. We knew the risks when we started, and I trust that every one of you would give your life if it meant completing our mission. So let’s stop bickering and focus on planning.”

That was Olaf—always knowing the right words to steady the group. That was why they needed him.

“Sylas,” Olaf continued, “you and Tommy will take a group of five to intercept the convoy at 5 a.m. It’ll be about 30 miles outside the city. The convoy will be accompanied by two security vehicles. You’ll need to take those out first. We’ve got enough explosives from previous missions for Tommy to handle that.”

Olaf’s gaze hardened. “The drivers are trained not to surrender under any circumstances. That means, Sylas, you’ll need to kill them quickly. Don’t give them a chance to run.”

He handed Sylas a folded piece of paper. “Once the convoy is secured, head to this address. Don’t show anyone this. The fewer people who know, the better. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” Sylas said firmly.

“Good. Once you’re there, we should be in the clear. Now listen up, everyone—this mission needs to go perfectly. Not good, not great—perfect. Everything we’ve worked for depends on this.”

Sylas look around as the room fell silent all their work hinged on their success here 

Olaf looked around, letting the silence hang before speaking again. “Meeting adjourned,” he said firmly, and people began shuffling out. Sylas scanned the room before locking eyes with Vale. Her gaze softened when she saw him, and a smile crept onto her face—a real one. It was different from the polite smiles she’d shown yesterday, which had lingered in Sylas’s mind for some reason.

Last night, she had stepped closer to him. “Hey, Sylas,” she said coyly. Sylas’s face turned a light shade of red at the sound of her voice.“So, are you excited about all this happening? In just two days, we’ll have everything we need and can finally start making some real changes!”

Vale looked away for a moment, hesitating, before turning her gaze back to him. “Yeah, of course. We can finally put an end to this.”

But something in the way she said it didn’t sound convincing. Sylas furrowed his brows, confused by her lack of enthusiasm. Sensing his doubt, Vale quickly changed the subject.

“Hey, you know what we should do? Let’s go get dinner again, like last time. Only this time, no drinks. And I’ll take you to a much nicer restaurant.”

Sylas smiled at her. “Okay, I’ll take you up on that offer. What time should I pick you up?”

Vale thought for a second before responding, “Seven should do.”

“Alright,” Sylas said. “I’ll see you then!”

“Oh, and Sylas,” she added with a smirk, “make sure to wear a suit.”

“Um, yeah, for sure…” he stammered, watching her walk off. As soon as she was out of sight, panic set in.“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! How the hell am I supposed to get a suit?” he thought, racking his brain. Then it hit him—Leif.

Leif, as always, was absorbed in his work when Sylas approached him. Sylas lightly tapped him on the shoulder, causing the man to jump.

“WHO THE HE—oh. Hello there, Sylas. What can I do for you?”

Sylas looked sheepish but didn’t have much choice. “Um, I have a date… with a woman.”

“Oh, is that so, my boy? Well, I suppose you need something. What is it? If it’s advice, you’re better off asking a drunk. Women are creatures I’ve never understood in all my years on this rock.”

“Uh, no,” Sylas replied. “It’s not advice. I was wondering… would you happen to have a suit I could borrow?”

Leif raised an eyebrow. “A suit? Why would you ever need to wear a suit? Hell, Sylas in a suit—that’s something I couldn’t dream of! HA!” He paused, stroking his chin. “But yes, I do have one lying around somewhere from back in my heyday. I used to get around, you know—parties and whatnot.”

He rummaged through some old boxes before pulling out a dark brown two-piece suit with matching pants. “Here it is. Now, I don’t have a shirt to go with it, but I’m sure you can find something.”

The suit was in surprisingly good condition for something that had been in a box for so long.

“Thank you, Leif. This will do perfectly,” Sylas said, grabbing the suit and rushing home.

After changing into his newly acquired suit, he styled his hair into something he thought looked classy. Avoiding the streets where gangs were known to linger, he made his way to Vale’s house.

At 7:06, he arrived and knocked on the door. He heard footsteps approaching, and then the door opened. Vale stood there shyly, glancing down as if giving him a moment to take in her dress.

It was a deep violet-red, with a modest V neckline that didn’t expose much but outlined her curves clearly. The dress hugged her waist tightly, accentuating her silhouette before cascading down to her ankles. Sylas couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Well? What do you think?” she asked.

“Um… it’s pretty,” he stammered, cursing himself for not finding better words.” It’d be prettier on the ground,” he thought before telling his thoughts to shut the hell up

Vale blushed lightly at his comment, and Sylas took it as his cue to pull himself together.

“So, um, let’s get going, shall we?”

As they began walking, they chatted about various topics—life, hobbies—but Vale kept steering the conversation back to the Resistance. At first, Sylas didn’t notice. Even when he did, he didn’t think much of it.

At some point, Vale wrapped her arm around Sylas’s and leaned her head on his shoulder. His heart raced. What should he do? He decided to keep silent and just keep walking.

When they arrived at the restaurant, they ordered food like the night before, but something felt different. Vale’s eyes lingered on Sylas, her gaze unwavering. She rested her head on her hand, smiling with a knowing smirk as she admired his face.

Sylas was confused and infatuated by her. He couldn’t understand her sudden intensity, but he wasn’t about to complain. They ordered a bottle of wine to pair with the meal at her insistence. “It’ll just be one,” she had promised. “Nothing like last night.”

She lied straight through her teeth.

Soon, they had gone through the bottle of wine and eaten their meals when a slow song began to play. Vale looked at Sylas, the meaning in her gaze obvious. Sylas chuckled. “Come on, you know I’m bad at this!” Vale seemed undeterred, standing up and reaching her hand out to him. Sylas took it and stood as well, and in one swift motion, Vale pulled him closer. They were now face to face, their noses only millimeters apart, and her chest pressed against his. Without hesitation, she took his hand and lifted it into the air, gracefully beginning to slow dance.

Sylas did his best to follow along, though he was mostly guided by her movements. His feet seemed to find the right places to land as they danced. Vale hadn’t broken eye contact with him. He found himself surprised at how bold she was acting. She had only had one drink, yet she was being this daring. Sylas tried to focus on the dance, but he felt lost in her eyes. He took a closer look at them; they were dark brown, seeming to shine in the light of the restaurant. He felt as though he could stare into her eyes for days and never tire of them.

He could smell her perfume—a sweet floral scent. His eyes, hungry for more of her, took quick glances at her chest, now much clearer from this close. His gaze slowly traveled back up, first her chest, then her collarbone, her neck, and finally back to her face. Her eyes seemed to do the same. Sylas took a bit more liberty with his hand placement, lowering his hand to get a better feel of her ass waiting for an objection but not getting any.

 He went lower and lower until his hand was firmly on her ass. They didn't have to worry about anyone seeing them as the restaurant was packed with many other people dancing on the floor. Her eyes widened when Sylas gave her ass a gentle squeeze and he heard a little moan come from her throat he soon felt his cock start to rise in his pants.

 She smiled slyly and moved her hand from behind his waist slowly to her face caressing his cheek before slowly making its way down his chest She took her time feeling his abs before teasingly running her nails over Sylas groin Sylas closed his eyes and let his head fall back as she continued to work him with her nails.

 they were getting close to getting noticed and if this went on too much longer Sylas wasn't sure how long he could hold himself back he leaned his back forward and whispered in her ear” are you sure about this? We might get seen” she looked at him thoughtfully before saying “ your right” she quickly pulled away and grabbed his hand leading him towards our table walking quickly she scrambled to grab her purse and wallet she grabbed enough to cover 3 times what their meal cost before walking him towards the exit

 they rushed out the doors she kept walking quickly straight back to her house not once did she say a word they walk carelessly through the night eventually making it back to her house she finally let go of Sylas’s hand she scrambled to get her keys dropping them in the process and while she bent over to pick them up Sylas got a perfect look at her round ass in her tight red dress his hand without thinking reached out and felt her ass slowly she yelped at his touch then stood up and look at back at him with her lust filled eyes. 

 She opened the door and both of them quickly entered Sylas took note of her home it was nice the walls were white and the floors were white marble with streaks of black shooting through them the second the door was closed and locked she practically threw herself to Sylas wrapping her arms around him and locking into a passionate kiss Sylas kissed her back matcher her intensity.

He reached around her dress and unzipped it from behind. the dress fell to the ground he pulled away and while panting he asked 

”Are you sure about this what about Olaf’s rule-” She placed one finger on his lips and leaned in to whisper in his ear “I was ready last night”

 she said in between breaths she went back to kissing him and now her hands worked his shirt unbuttoning it as fast as she could.

 Soon the shirt was on the ground and she walked him to the bedroom and threw him on the bed. Her eyes adored him and his body like a piece of meat. She knelt in between his legs. She slowly undid his belt with one hand and teased his bulge with the other. Soon she had taken his belt off and she grabbed his waistband and pulled his pants to his ankles in one swift motion.

 Sylas’ cock sprang up at its 7 inches. Vale stared at it with a newfound hunger. She wrapped her hand around it and made slow deliberate pumps as she stared right into Sylas’s eyes. Sylas groaned his whole body feeling the effects of her touch.

“Just relax Sylas focus on feeling good tell me when your close”

 she said as she started to jerk him faster. She slapped his cock on her face a few times

”uuhh fuckk Vale”

 Sylas groaned Vale smiled widely she lowered her head slowly only taking the tip of his cock in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it giving extra love making sure he was feeling good she begins bobbing her head up and down taking in more and more of his shaft each time until she's going all the way down to the base of his cock.

 Sylas stopped holding himself back groaning and moaning each time she took him in her mouth he tried placing his hands on her head to guide her but she was already doing great so he let her do it. He felt himself getting closer to the edge he tried holding himself back but it was soon inevitable he tapped her head “ fuck I’m close- I’m close I’m cuming!” Instead of slowing down like a sane person Vale took his pleas as motivation and increased the pace sending Sylas barreling off the edge.

 Feeling his legs tense and his hips thrust forward she shoved his whole cock down to the base down her throat and helped herself there until every last drop of Sylas com was deep in her throat she slowly bobbed back up releasing Sylas’ cock with a pop and giggling at the sound 

“well now I got you all lubed up”

 she said licking the cum oozing off his tip and giggling again Sylas was laid out on the bed 

“ aww did that feel good” she said in a sultry voice 

fuck yeah” he says between breaths

 “ yeah?”  She slowly wrapped her hand around Sylas cock jerking him off until he was hard again

 “I'm gonna make you feel real good”

 Sylas had no idea where this was coming from. This small introverted girl was now a confident beautiful woman. Where did this come from?

  His eyes soon began to see dark edges in his vision; he might have passed out. Vale began to undo her bra letting her tit fall. She moved her chest back and forth making them sway back and forth. Syas stared at them, her pale skin and the way her nipples perked up mesmerized him.

 She kept her pace, jerking him off slowly and then she sandwiched his cock right in between her tits and began moving up and down slowly. Her soft tits were even better than the feeling in her mouth. Sylas already felt like cuming again but his body wouldn't let him.

 Vale noticed that Sylas had gone quiet

 “What my tits are too much for a big strong man like you to handle?”

 She said teasingly she used one of her hands to tease his tip with her nails, her touch gently just grazing his most sensitive part. Sylas arched his back in response he had thought that her nails felt good through 3 layers of clothes but now that they were right on his tip this was nothing like he could have thought.

 He was already close again, and she could tell. She suddenly stopped and let go of Sylas cock she moved up to his chest and straddled him she spread open her pussy lips while fingering herself relentlessly letting Sylas get a perfect view of her sex.

 She rubbed herself against Sylas teasingly, leaving him filled with desire and wanting more he wanted all of her. She granted that wish as she lined up her opening with his cock and lowered herself

 inch. by. inch.

 She fully sunk and sat on his cock taking a moment to truly feel him and then she began to ride each movement audible and filled with desire. Her whole body bounced with each movement. She let out guttural moans not caring who else heard.

 Sylas also filled with pleasure as he felt every inch of Vale's pussy stretching out and squeezing on his cock, it was intoxicating.

 He began thrusting his hips into hers trying to go even deeper and soon they were synchronized both matching each other's movements.

 Sylas knew he couldn't last much longer so he focused on making sure Vale felt good too. He reached out and felt her tits in his and handled them gently before giving special attention to her nipples rubbing them with his fingers.

 She moaned loudly as she clenched her pussy on Sylas’ pulsing dick. Sylas was close; he knew he couldn't hold back anymore. He tried to say that he was coming but it was too late with one last thrust upwards he emptied himself deep inside Vale.

 Vale orgasmed at the same time her walls clenching tightly around Sylas as if milking every last drop from his cock while moaning uncontrollably. After they calmed down they were left lying on top of each other. They lay there for what felt like hours, their breathing slowing down until it was barely audible. Vale rolled over on the bed next to Sylas; her once well-done and straight hair looked disheveled and ragged. He put his arm over her body and smiled.

“That was... I don’t know what to say,” he murmured.

She placed a finger over his mouth, shushing him. "Let’s go to sleep. It’s late, and I’m so tired. I swear we can talk about it in the morning.”

Sylas, not wanting to argue, pulled the covers over them and laid down alongside Vale. He stared at her face in the dark—her eyes closed, her body so exposed and vulnerable. Something softened inside him, like a muscle he had been flexing for years, so long he had forgotten, finally relaxing. Warmth spread through his body, and he couldn’t help but smile.

And so he did.

Sylas smiled in the dark, lying next to the only woman who truly understood him. She didn’t judge him for his upbringing, the way he dressed, or the way he spoke. "This feeling,” he thought, “must be love...”

But Vale was breaking. She felt the warmth coursing through her, that sweet feeling. Yet, beneath it, something stronger gnawed at her: the overwhelming frost of guilt.

She knew Sylas was awake. Hell, he could have gone a few more rounds. But she couldn’t bring herself to continue. Lying there, knowing what she had done, her thoughts raced. She thought about what she had to do.

None of her training had prepared her for this. She was a machine—she lied, she gathered information, and she left. That was her job, what she was made to do. But the emptiness in her very being wouldn’t go away. She couldn’t shake it; it was overwhelming.

She struggled to hold back tears, knowing Sylas was still awake, looking at her. She couldn’t cry. She couldn’t move. And with every second, the void inside her grew deeper and darker.

Eventually, she heard Sylas’s breathing slow. He had fallen asleep. Quietly, she opened her eyes and slipped out of bed. She made her way to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her.

There, on the cold floor, she broke. She cried, releasing all the anger, sadness, and emptiness she had been holding in. When she had calmed herself as much as she could, she opened the door.

She knew what she had to do.

Walking into the living room, she saw Sylas’s suit lying on the floor. Kneeling beside it, she sniffled and searched his jacket. Sure enough, in the inside pocket, she found the note Olaf had given him:

“5276 Helmer Drive. Redbrick warehouse.”

She went back to her dress and retrieved the small phone hidden in its pocket. With trembling hands, she entered the address and sent it to her handler. Within minutes, a reply came:

“Good job.”

She stared at the message, the faint glow of the phone illuminating her face. She had lost everything for this moment. Normally, these words brought her satisfaction, even pride.

But this time, there was no smile on her face.

She felt no happiness, only the emptiness that had consumed her earlier. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she slumped forward, the phone slipping from her hand.

And there, in the quiet, she let herself break.

Authors notes

Hey everyone! (I'm not really sure how to do this but I'll give a go anyways)

Thanks so much for reading this, whether you've read through part one or just this one, I really appreciate you taking the time to check out my work—it means a lot!

I’ve put a ton of effort into this story, and I’m excited to keep it going. I’ve already got plans for the next few parts, but I know this one took a while to get out. Sorry about that! I’ll try to be better with my writing schedule, but as of now, I’m aiming to release the next part either next week or the week after. I just want to make sure I’m putting out something I’m really proud of. This is my first time writing erotic literature. If you have any suggestions on how I can improve or just things you like to see, I’d love to hear them!