Hidden Wings

Mikkal

Ames White was a devious and ruthless man. He was older than he looked, way older than he looked. There would be some people who would say he was "old as balls," but he would not be one of those people. He preferred a refined life; after all, he had to keep the proper culture alive once he became one of the many brilliant people left in the world.

His people, collectively known as the Breeding Cult (only for now. It was a terrible name and they weren't going to let themselves be called that forever), were also devious and ruthless, and also liars.

Ames White was a liar as well, don't forget that.

Anyway. Genetics went a long way; it created the transgenics and transhumans of Manticore. But that was an attempt to pit science against magic because, well, Ames White was a liar.

They did not use science and genetics to create their perfect bodies and perfect minds and perfect understanding how everything worked (well, they thought it was perfect. But it wasn't (shh, don't tell them I told you that).

They used magic. In fact, they used the Fae. The oldest form of magic in the world. You have God and you have the Angels. You then had the Devil—Lucifer—and his fallen brethren. Heaven and Hell. Then, though, you have the ones who were trapped in between on Earth. They were angels who refused to follow their Father or their Fallen Brother and, instead, followed their own path.

Now, since this was before the days of now—before the days of humans to use as vessels and emotions to be used as though they were going out of style—they turned into something different. They turned into vicious faeries that were mean and spiteful and played tricks that were not funny nor playful.

But they were strong and beautiful. They were the perfect things for some ambitious human to mate with a long time after the faeries' creation. At that point the faeries were still sly and cunning, but they had lost a little bit of their spark. They could be tricked themselves, and that is just what the humans did.

And thus, down the line, created Ames White—the devious, ruthless, lying non-human who liked to pretend he was human. Originally the faery/human combination was just an attempt to make a species of humans stronger, so they could live above everyone else.

It wasn't until Ames White that they decided they should be the only ones and create a way to destroy the rest.

It wasn't a well-liked plan.

Not well-liked at all.

So the result was this: Ames White in all his faery-ness hunting down transhumans and transgenics in an attempt to find the one with the cure for the virus they were eventually going to release unto the world. What they didn't know was the cure was actually a transgenic with faery blood in her veins, mixed with science to make everyone like everyone else.

To make everyone like the Breeding Cult, so nothing could happen.

Of course, eventually, they would find another way—but that would take a few hundred years just like last time.
Ames White knew that the transhumans he was taking (and killing after a while) didn't have the cure. Not at all. No, this was him trying to lure the right person out.

For some reason, it's very difficult.

He wanted to destroy that person. How dare these others get to live when they did not put their lives on the line to mate with some stupid Fae?

They deserved everything and if that stupid man had a change of heart so disturbing and so destructive then he and his little creations deserved nothing in return!

Ehm. He was getting ahead of himself.

Ames White had a lead. A certain little transgenic and her friends, the ones who were the bane of his existence back in the day, were currently spending time around each other…in a government building. In the NCIS Headquarters in Washington, DC to be exact.

Now, the question was, why did they get together after so long? Did they hear about the transhumans he was taking? If so, what did that mean to them?

The Breeding Cult could be found far and wide, in government and influencing positions and in the low, blue-collared working class. In this case Candace Ribbons was a woman in Human Resources in that very NCIS building.

A Dean Winchester, who appeared out of nowhere six years ago; a Anthony Dinozzo, who had a spending spree for a good couple of years before seemingly straightening up his act; and a Suzanne Storme, who also appeared out of nowhere six years ago.

And they thought they were so smart.

Ames White leaned against his desk as he read the email Candace Ribbons sent him five minutes ago, it detailed that morning's activities among the close circle of NCIS's top MCRT and one of DSI's top agents and the mysterious Ms. Storme.

Agent Dean Winchester was missing, claiming sickness; which Ames White highly doubted considering the Winchesters' long line of criminal charges. He was curious what the tipping point was for them. How did they go from the targets of a manhunt to heading up the newest agency with Victor Hendrickson?

If he were a betting man, Ames White would say Suzanne Storme was that bitch X5-452—or as she had liked to call herself, Max—Dean Winchester was probably X5-494—or Alec, it was a mistake to ever make those two breeding partners. Manticore was so idiotic sometimes Ames White wondered how they got so far—and Anthony DiNozzo use to be Logan Cale, or Eyes Only.

Anthony couldn't be the one with the cure—the Fae blood mixed with science that trumped anything the Breeding Cult could make—he wasn't a transgenic, not a drop of genetically altered blood in him at all.

That left Dean and Suzanne. Both viable. Both managed to break their conditioning and managed to feel something other than what Manticore told them to feel.

So, the only option was to kill them both.

And quickly.