FGI 7: The Siren Prisoner
Chapter 4
JENSEN
“Well, he definitely looks the part, but will he play nicely?” The woman speaking sounds far in the distance, her tone warped.
I blink. What the fuck?
“I think he might be our wild card,” came a man’s voice, more familiar.
“Hmm, really? Interesting.”
“He’s waking up.”
My body reacts like a striking viper. It’s used to waking up in places I was unfamiliar with, having done so since I was little. I sit up so fast, I hear gasps and shrieks as my heart beats out of my chest.
And my hand around Pierce’s throat doesn’t help.
“Calm down,” the woman to my left says. “You are in no danger, Jensen. Easy…”
She used my name. I lock eyes with Pierce and lower my hand from his neck, controlling my breathing as I look around.
“Not possible,” I whisper as my gaze takes in the sheer size of the place. “What the…”
“Welcome to Fairy Godmother Inc.,” Pierce murmurs carefully, adjusting his gray suit that I had just assaulted. “Take a breath and know you are in no danger.”
I don’t say anything for a while as my gaze takes in the…corporation. Everything is too bright, and I half expect to feel a heavenly air current as if I really had died.
I see towering white walls with such revolutionary technology that it would have Elon Musk getting hard.
People in suits and white lab coats move around like they are all in a hurry or late for something.
I take another calming breath. I can’t miss the giant FAIRY GODMOTHER INCORPORATED sign over a massive receptionist desk, like we are in a gigantic lobby.
“Where am I?” I whisper.
But I know—moronic question. How the fuck this place is possible escapes me.
The woman next to me smiles. Her face is pretty and elegant, but older.
I quickly assess her and immediately pick up on how she holds herself with authority, and I know she is someone with heavy influence. Her gray-blue stare pins me, considering me like I am her.
“We are late, I’m afraid, so you’re just going to have to accept this process. You have read and signed the letter, so you already know what is asked of you.”
“The Fairy Godmother,” I say with a harsh smile, challenging her gaze with my own. “And here I thought you were just an old fat fairy out of a children’s book. I’ll be damned.” I wink at her, half mockingly.
She raises a brow and glances at Pierce over my shoulder. “He will do fine.” She grins. “Follow me, Jensen.”
“King,” I correct her, letting my annoyance show.
I follow Pierce as my eyes take in everything, feeling like I’m on a damn movie set. I ask how this is possible, and he gives me a quick summary of their history at Fairy Godmother Inc.
Zora is her name, the Fairy Godmother.
She has a name.
And the Universal Council are not a fan of hers—or Pierce, for that matter—which interests me.
There is a lot of family drama between Zora and her sisters, a dangerous power struggle. They’re all Fairy Godmothers, and all have different jobs on the board.
They watch FGI like a hawk, waiting for them to fail. I close my mouth and listen, absorbing all the information I can in this strange reality.
Rule number one in assessing any dangerous situation: Listen.
Zora’s sisters do not have jurisdiction to intervene or tamper with FGI as long as FGI follows the rules, which is vital. I quietly laugh as I walk and listen. My mind is blown.
What the fuck.
“You said you want my help,” I say, following them down a long white hallway. “This better not have anything to do with finding true love.”
Not happening.
Pierce looks at me, and a smirk spreads over his lips. “I need your help in other ways than falling in love. We have four other men ready to play for the target.
“But do you understand why we need you? Fate chose you, and we have no room to make mistakes. FGI could be at stake.”
I take a minute, glancing around. Four other men? I wipe a hand down my face.
“You want me for what then?” I narrow my gaze at Pierce. “And it’s only for three months, and I get to go back home with my millions intact and that cunt in jail?”
I look at the Fairy Godmother apologetically. “Sorry, but Jenna is a real bitch.”
She raises a brow, eyes twinkling. “It will take a lot more than that to offend me, Jensen.”
I frown at my name again. “King.”
Pierce continues. “Correct. What I want from you is what Fate wants.” Pierce side-glances at me as we walk.
“I need you to find the target because we have none yet. Once we meet the other men, I will get into details, but I will need your psychological abilities for this mission.”
“Find the target?” I ask, feeling very intrigued. I’m not an idiot. As the shock wears off, I’m finding this does sound exciting.
This is real. If anyone can tell, it’s me. The movie Men in Black does not seem fictional at the moment.
“Think of this as a once-in-a-lifetime adventure, Jensen. You’re going to a different planet full of curses, magic, and mystery.
“You will get to experience something people could only dream about in their wildest fantasies. Have fun with this.
“I tell all my new agents this—I have never had anyone regret this experience. You will leave here a changed man for the better. You have my word, Jensen.”
I raise a brow. “You’re good at convincing people.”
Pierce smiles and winks. “Merely telling the truth.”
Zora glances back at us. “Jensen, you will take your seat with the other men through these doors. I will answer your questions, and you will also get your position for the next three months.
“That is entirely up to Fate and cannot be changed once given.”
I frown as I walk into a large room with elevated seating and suck in a breath. The back wall looks like the fucking solar system.
“Fuck. Is that real?” I whisper as my heart pounds, watching distant comets shoot across the back abyss. I grab onto the back of a chair for balance.
“Have a seat, Jensen.”
Have a fucking seat? Is she out of her mind?!
I see four other men staring up at me, and I don’t take in every detail for once. “What the actual fuck?” I whisper.
This is insane.
I sit slowly, swallowing as my eyes take in the vast solar system on display. “This can’t be real,” I breathe, pinching my nose, and exhaling slowly.
What the fuck did I get myself into?
“Hey. What’s up, dude?” a man to my left says.
My head turns as if my neck is made of plaster, and little pieces of debris fall to the ground in my effort to look at him.
“It’s not real, bro.” He smiles and nods in front of me. “Like some fuckin’ virtual tech. You look pale, so I’d thought I’d tell you.”
My brain quickly takes him in, hoping I’m not glaring, but he looks like a California tard, with his long, brown hair, beach shirt, flip-flops, and tan skin—very tall.
His Cali-surfer accent matches my assessment, and his easy, laid-back demeanor lets him accept this situation better than most. Good for him.
“Thanks,” I cut back.
He seems not to notice my disdain, the smile staying on his lips.
“Dude, this is wild, man. We all got here yesterday, so we have had time to adapt.” He pauses with a frown. “You look familiar.”
“Yesterday?”
“Yeah, man.” He adjusts his large frame in his seat. “Just take a big deep breath, bro.” He glances at me. “The name’s Claus Baar.”
He’s German. I don’t offer my name as the Fairy Godmother clears her throat.
“Now that everyone is here, we may begin this exciting journey.” She nods at me with a smile. “As you can see, we have our final player—Jensen King.”
I hear some murmurs and see knowing expressions. I’ve been in many magazines and the center of many news articles, so it’s not surprising they recognize me. I mean, I run some of the most luxurious casinos in Las Vegas.
She continues. “So many important details to go over. Here at FGI, we have three different levels of missions: A, B, and C operations.
“Pierce is in charge of the alpha missions and the design department.” She glances at him with a warm smile, then looks back to us. “Congratulations for being chosen. It’s a high honor to be here.”
Pierce speaks. “Though it does happen from time to time, having male agents is rare. We have a female target for this mission that needs to be taken down FGI style.
“Now,” he pauses as the virtual screen behind him changes and showcases a massive planet, “this is the planet of Tamesis that is a part of the fifth galaxy.”
Low murmurs. My mouth drops open.
Zora nods, pulling out her cat-eye glasses. “This planet mirrors Earth’s eighteenth-century era but is more gothic. You will get more in-depth details later, so don’t worry. This is just a brief overview.
“The planet is very dangerous, gentlemen, so you need to be as careful as possible with only three lifelines. It’s filled with extraordinary elements that will be very foreign to you.
“Yes, this gothic realm is beautiful and exciting, but a deep-seated evil is spreading.”
Pierce eyes the other men and me. “This world is dealing with a battle of power—a race to find the lost treasure, which promises untold power.”
Untold power. That makes me smirk and shake my head at this ridiculous scenario.
“If you’ve been in this business as long as we have, you will see that this power struggle is present all over the universe.” Zora sighs. “We can’t escape it, but we can control it.”
I listen, completely weirded out and intrigued. Honestly, I would not be surprised if a camera crew came out saying that they punked us. But another part of me knows that will not happen.
Pierce and Zora do not look nervous or like the type of people with enough patience to pull off a prank of this magnitude. The tech alone is enough to validate this.
“The war, gentlemen,” Zora murmurs, eyeing us all, “is a feud between races to find the treasure of the Dragon Heart.
“The medallion was destroyed long ago, and the pieces are scattered everywhere.” She looks at Pierce. “Five, if I’m correct.”
He nods at her, and she continues.
“Everyone is after the Dragon Heart medallion. The original descendants of the ancient dragons were shape-shifters, a mighty race that controlled this planet and kept the balance.
“These descendants still exist but cannot use their shape-shifting powers after the medallion was shattered from a long-ago war.
“Whoever possesses all the pieces and puts them back together will inherit the power of shape-shifting, which could be devastating if it falls into the wrong hands. You can imagine that this sort of thing is priceless.
“Yes, we have mermaids in this world, and they are not like in the stories and movies you’ve all watched back on Earth. They are scarce and extremely dangerous, being descendants of the extinct race of sirens.
“The mermaids that are full-bloods cannot shape-shift into humans, so the powerful full-bloods highly desire the medallion—it would double their power, making them land and water beings.
“With that being said, any human who wields this medallion will shift into a beast with untold powers.”
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