I want you to go back to Earth eventually and see what you can find out about the surviving followers of Maximus. I have some sensors on Earth and see...that somebody is back to their old tricks. I want you to clean up this matter for me. It may be looked on as difficult or impossible but it is actually much safer and easier to do than the mission on Sookra. Look on it as a project that has to be done for school. You will have some assistance from here but the fact remains that you could die in. A couple stumbled out into the hall laughing as they strolled past us arm in arm. When they were down the hall, I glanced up at Derek, reached down to grab the bottom of my dress, and I pulled it over my head in one motion. I glared at him as I handed him the rumbled garment.I started forward, but Derek held out a hand to stop me, "Now the rest." ...Derek...." I pleaded.I heard the bell of the elevator chime, and people exited on our floor."You better hurry." Derek grinned a wicked grin.I. For the last six months, the standard surveillance recordings for the first Monday in each month had been replaced by the ones for the previous Friday! It had gone un-noticed for a while and she’d probably not have picked it up this time either if she hadn’t been so upset. After the encounter with Robin, she’d just gone at the back-up work with an unusual intensity and the discrepancy in the recordings had suddenly stood out. So here she was, on a fool’s errand maybe? Anyway, she’d installed. I am not comfortable with labels or roles or with being stuck in a box all the time. I like to go Dom and wield power when the mood strikes, not live it. With as open and willing and quick you were to do anything I ordered you to do, you even let me slap your pussy with a freaking belt, goddammit, I think, no, I know, you need a box. I am not what you need.” “No! What I need, Logan, what I crave is you. I don’t give a rat’s ass about freaking boxes. We connect on multiple levels, can’t you.