Never give up

- Do you want to chatter with me, adding machine? - Pouring half a glass of whiskey, Shaw sat at home in front of a laptop and put her feet on the table.

The laptop did not answer, but for women the primary asset that is not at all embarrassed, and took a sip, continued:

- I never happened to communicate with inanimate objects. And I despise myself for that chat with a laptop. But I have no choice. I have long wanted to talk to you on this subject, but postponed for various reasons, and as a result, Root now lies on a drip in a hospital ward, and it is unknown whether it will survive. You should pray that she survived. Because that is what happened to Root, only you to blame. You do not need a lot of things. Do not eat, drink, sleep, fuck. But we are people, and we have certain needs. We need to eat, drink, sleep and fuck. You're chasing Root in the tail and mane, as if she is not a person, but some mechanical thing, like you, that absolutely does not need anything, it would be only in the electricity network. She did not have any time to sleep or to eat or to have sex. It has already become a shadow of itself, in a faint resemblance to that of Root, that I once knew. From it were only skin and bones. She worked for wear. If it goes further, you risk to stay without an analog interface. Because Root dies from exhaustion. Second such you will not find, even if you look at every bump on this planet. Such fanatical fools uptime, which would on the enthusiasm worn worldwide, carrying out your stupid errands. She never will not tell you about it, but I am not she. Tell me, for all of her work her at least you pay a dollar? No! That she spent on your wishlist her own money, earned her even when she was a hacker! I understand that with respect to a heartless piece of iron my question sounds rhetorical, but tell me, do you have any conscience there?

The laptop was still silent.

Shaw dirty cursed and pulled the cord out of the socket.

Shaw was awakened by the morning call from Finch.

- Good morning, Miss Shaw. I want to address you with an offer you can not refuse, - Harold Finch made a theatrical pause, is meant to emphasize the importance of further speech.

- Very interesting, keep - sitting on the bed, no matter said Shaw and stroked behind Bear’s ears.
The dog wagged his tail, put his head on knees primary asset and softly whining, sad eyes looked at her face.

- I know, handsome. Me too.

- Miss Groves went to the amendment, and the doctor gave us permission to take her home. Unfortunately, we can not give it the right conditions in our base, so we decided to send her to profile resort. There is, of course, there is a highly professional staff, but in order to ensure the safety of Miss Groves we would like to ask you to accompany her on the trip. Do you agree?

- Of course, I agree, Finch. I have long been saying that the team needs a rest. Nobody from us is iron, including me. Guys simply tired, hence the error, such as the one for which Root was shot. Reese is the highest professional. Normally he would have noticed and shot the sniper before he even would suspect our presence. But the accumulated fatigue effect created zamylenny eyes. He simply forgot to look at the damn mezzanine. And you, Finch, in truth, does not hurt to be aired.

- I have to discuss your proposal ... There are non …

- The machine will tell you the same thing that I do, Finch. I have spent with her explanatory conversation. I hope you do not suffer Christ complex and do not think you can save them all? To continue to do their work, we all need a vacation. Otherwise, one day people "Dejima" or "Vigilance" or even some stupid organization conceived to change the world, kill us as carotid rabbits.

- You convinced me, Miss Shaw. The Machine has already chartered a private jet for you and Miss Groves. I just have to add on the passenger list of three names.

The resort is located on a quiet small subtropical island in the Atlantic Ocean.

Several three-story buildings of white stone literally drowned in lush tropical greenery.

In the lobby command Machinery met friendly female manager in a suit.

- I'm glad to welcome you to our resort. My name is Caroline Cameron. I am the assistant of the chief administrator. With all your problems and questions you can contact me.

 She handed each member of the team of Machine key card from a separate room and wished a pleasant stay, went back behind the counter.

Shaw drove Root in her two-bedroom suite and carefully transferred from the wheelchair to the couch in the living room.

- I'm so glad Shaw, that now you can play doctor with me quite legally - on the sunken, pale face flushed for a moment, Root sly smile.

- Oh God, Root, you probably do not stop to flirt even on deathbed, - calmly replied Shaw. - You should have seen yourself. No offense, but at the moment you die just no sex, but easiest kiss. And I believe that before playing doctor, you should wash and eat.

- Are you going to take a shower with me? - the hacker asked with hope.

- No. But I rub your back. I promise.

- Sounds like a plan, - Root smiled her trademark grin.

- Oh, God, give me strength and patience, — rolling eyes toward the ceiling, little firecracker murmured and went to the bathroom.

After adjusting the temperature of the water, gaining the bath, she returned to the living room.

- Can you walk yourself or do I carry you?

- I probably would myself, but I would prefer you make this, - Root grinned knowingly.

- Ok, I persuaded, - Shaw raised the hacker from the sofa and carried to the bathroom.

- Shaw, I am dizzy, - raising a hand to forehead, languid voice said Root. - I'm afraid I can not undress myself …

- Root!

- Yes, darling?

- You even do not hope that you will be able to provoke me!

- And well, my dear. I'm not going to provoke you. But remember that you promised.

- Root, I will fulfill my promise not before you are fully recovered and rack up at least ten kilograms of weight. Now, truth told, you represent a much greater interest for Bear than for me.

- Follow me listed a lot of sins, my dear, but in bestiality is not among them.

- I just meant that Bear loves to gnaw bones. I prefer meat.

- So you'll help me to undress, darling? - Root released Shaw’s neck and stood with both feet on the floor.

Trying to look like can be more at ease, female primary asset undid the buttons on the analog interface shirt, took it and threw it into the laundry basket.

Root raised her hands in the air, and Shaw abruptly pulled off her sports bra. She tried her best not to look at the half-naked breasts hacker, but the main torture was waiting for her to come.

Taking a sharp breath through his mouth, as if about to jump into the icy water, Shaw slipped decisively index fingers under the elastic band of black lace panties hacker and abruptly yanked them down. Pants fell to her knees hacker endless legs and looking away, Shaw bent down and pulled off their analog interface.

 Root stepped out of her panties lying on the floor and, as if by chance, her hand touched the bare thigh and shoulder Shaw.

- At once you pay me for all, Root, - erect, somewhat shrunken voice said Shaw. - But not today.

- Promises, promises, - with a heavy sigh murmured Root.

Shaw turned off the water and helped Root to get into the bath.

- Soak. I'll order lunch while in the room.

- You promised to rub my back, - pouting moodily recalled Root.

- Certainly. Just order a meal. I would like you to put on weight as a soon as possible.

Ordering two steak, a few salads, chicken soup bowl and a bottle of whiskey in the number , Shaw returned to Root.

Choosing among several vials of some berry gel, she poured it on her hand and began to lather hacker back.

Root threw her head back and looked sadly in the face of Shaw.

But women's primary asset is struggling pretended not to notice burning eyes and calling.

- Root, I swear, as soon as you get well, we all make up, - hating weakness, she finally whispered.

- Never put off till tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. In our work, we must be ready to die every moment. I could die. You could die. We both can die. And do not leave each other even memories. For people like us, Sam, no time besides the present.

- Do you think I do not know? But now you can not even pee alone. Do you think you can stand the daily sex marathon?

- Oh, Sam, I would be happy to die in your arms …

- Root, stop. Here the shampoo. Wash your head. I'll be back soon.

Shaw met a waiter, waited until he will cover a table for two and locked the door behind him, went back to Root.

- Let's go to dinner.

- Can you help me get dressed?

- Root, do not pretend helpless than you are.

- Sam, I really can not bend. I immediately darkens in the eyes.

- Good. Where are your things?

- Lingerie in a small black handbag and jeans and shirt in a big black suitcase.

Shaw took a set of clothes from the bag and returned to the bathroom.

Root was waiting for her, standing on the mat with a towel wrapped around her waist, and Shaw mentally thanked her for modesty. Kneeling down in front of an analog interface, she pulled her panties and straightened.

Root opened her hands, dropping the towel to the floor and looked up with a smile in the face of Shaw.

- Thank God. I do not even dreamed of ever seeing the main agent Shaw at my feet.

- Root, - Shaw soft motion grabbed the analog interface and buttoned lacy black bra on her back. - You still do not see it. If you will live.

From the closet she took out two robes and looked at Root.

- Kimono.

Shaw gave her kimono, and the second coat put back on the shelf in the closet.

- Chicken broth cools. Come on.

They sat at the table, and proceeded to destroy Shaw steaks and Root pulled up to bowl of broth.
When the analog interface’s lips spoon with yellowish liquid, which floated on the surface of fat asterisk, Shaw stopped chewing and stared in fascination at the hacker. She even could not imagine that the process of eating can turn into an erotic show.

Root plunged her pink tongue in broth and licked it like a kitten licking milk from a bowl. Then a slow circular motion licked her own lips and plunged her sight into the eyes of a primary asset.

A sexy rumble instantly filled Shaw’s body, though she was not tempered marine three years wash almost daily in the shower with twenty naked hungry males. a trained assassin, ready for any eventuality, but some pubertal teenager.

- Immediately stop, Root, - a hoarse voice she said, painfully clutching table knife in her hand.

- What's the matter, Agent Shaw? - The innocent eyes of a newborn angel looking in Shaw’s face, Root said, but a smile, slightly lifting the corners of her lips, the primary asset is perfectly realized that Root just laughing at her. - Did you want to feed me yourself with a spoon?

- Rather hell freezes over!

- Well, so far, as far as I'm concerned, it burns with a bright flame, - erotically licking the spoon and nearly causing a heart attack at the agent Shaw, Root laughed.

Shaw cut the steak and wearing a cut piece on a fork, stuffed it into her mouth.

Do not even look in the direction of the damned analog interface. Chew the steak and not think about a pink tongue and cherry lips. Do not think of fox tails, in short. Because when you decide not to think about something, you can think just it.

Shaw poured and drank half a glass of whiskey in one gulp.

Root, meanwhile, embarked on some vegan salad. Shaw really do not understand people who ate a vegetarian diet. For life takes so much effort. Can a carrot or apple to give as much energy as it gives a good steak?

Peck like a bird, Root put down the fork to the side and with a weary kind of looked at Shaw.

- Do you make me massage therapy, Dr. Shaw?

- Yes, Root, you do not hesitate, I'll make you a medical, health, and even erotic massage, but first I eat my steaks. You can go to bed, I will come soon.

- God, this sounds is promising.

Root went to the bedroom, but on the way off her silk kimono with a quiet rustle slipped from her body and fell to the threshold of the room.

Women's primary asset is left only to roll her eyes.