Of course, I have his flight information. And he's fleeing the country. I honestly hope James catches the raping muderer. But if James doesn't get him… well, this flight is going to have a stowaway. And once we're over international waters, he's mine.

The flight isn't until tonight, so I milk myself … and the fridge smells. Ah, seems my milk can spoil. All right well… down the drain. I catch a shift at the warehouse - a lot of folks have luggage today, complete with airport tags. Huh. Guess folks are flying in for this. I milk myself again afterwards, and head to the airport, invisibly.

I find the airplane, and board, using Locate Creature… and he's not here? Odd… I watch as James comes through with a K9 unit half an hour before the flight time, and goes through the plane and cargo - nothing. But I already knew that. Hmm….

Two minutes before take-off, they load a last minute crate, a ten foot cube. And that gets a ping on Locate Creature. The crew secures it quickly, and we're underway.

Yeah, I could flag James. But for some reason, I don't want to do that. This might be about revenge… oh well, I gave human justice a chance. Really I did.

And I do respect US law. I wait until we're over international waters before acting. First, I Arcane Lock the cargo bay door so we won't be disturbed. I then dismiss my invisibility, and cast Knock on the crate.

Yeah, it's him. Stereotypical biker, leather chaps, leather jacket left open over his t-shirt, steel chains as decorative jewelry, beer belly, buzz cut, the works. He sways as he climbs out of a harness screwed into the crate, what's obviously luggage strapped in next to him. I can see faint scars from where I clawed him that night.

He seems to recognize me. I feel a cold chill grip my heart and run down my spine as he spouts garbage: "Well, hello again tetra tits! Couldn't get enough of me, want some more of this?" He thrusts his hips, his pants visibly tightening.

I am terrified. I'm not first level anymore. This guy is fodder. I could crush him with a thought. Why can't I…

He keeps going at my silence, "Yeah, that's what I thought. Here…" he yanks down his pants, "Suck it!"

His member is as mediocre as I remember. Compared to James, he is comically small down there. I choose to focus on that, and manage a weak laugh.

"What’s so funny!" he demands, not realizing what my laughter means: I've broken through my fear well enough to act. His bravado is amusing now that I can think, so I laugh harder.

He screams at me and swings his fist. He can't connect. I laugh harder, and this enrages him, and he swings again and again. He doesn't manage to connect until the fourth swing… and of course, he'd have better luck hitting a reinforced concrete wall. It would be softer.

The helpless monster screams with fear in his eyes, "What are you?!"

I smile as I answer, the fear all washed away by laughter: "I am the goddess of magic, Chris Carlson. You caught me when I was a newborn, unable to defend myself. Now though…"

He starts to scream, "DIE B-" but is cut off, suddenly unable to express himself.

I explain to him, "I just cursed you. Never again will you be able to express yourself with words of any kind." Bestow curse has a clause about making up your own… "And I’m not done. Strip." I hit him with the Shamefully Overdressed spell, and he is compelled to remove all of his clothing, one piece at a time, "Never again will you be able to willingly wear clothing." I wait until he's naked, and use my next spell: Alter Other, turning him into a black woman with huge hooters and a big behind, "And henceforth, you're going to be a woman. And you're going to a country where women are second class citizens at best. I will give you one boon…" I hit HER with Tongues, "You'll at least be able to understand what everyone says." I smile widely as I use one last spell on her, "And as a woman in a very patriarchal society with no clothing or ID, I Suggest you keep yourself attached to a man at all times, pretending to enjoy letting him use your body and bearing his children so that he will at least keep you safe and fed." Mind control is evil, but this monster deserves it. And it's… probably better than homelessness in a 3rd world country? Maybe? Eh, whatever.

I look around with X-Ray vision, "And one last thing…" he uselessly tries to stop me as I systemically take all of the money (a very nice briefcase full of cash, and his wallet), cards (all in his wallet), jewelry (I leave the steel chain, but do take his gold college ring), electronics (just a phone), and ID from the compartment (four passports, plus the driver's license in his wallet), "You’re starting out dead broke. Have fun!"

As he screams wordlessly, I renew my invisibility and dismiss the Arcane Lock on the door. The door immediately opens, and one of the two pilots comes in to investigate… eh, may as well be him. I cast a Persistent Matchmaker spell, targeting the both of them. It's a spell to simulate love: Each will be Charmed with the other until it expires. And when I do it, it doesn't expire. It doesn't force lustful feelings - so the monster won't actually feel attracted to the pilot in that way, but the suggestion will fill in for that action-wise: She'll probably never be attracted to him, but she'll bear his children anyway, and want to do things for him. And he'll like her, assuming he's straight. He'll have fun. I hope he isn't already married or anything. And I hope he likes kids. I can't imagine she's on the pill, given that she wasn't a woman five minutes go.

Yeah, it's twisted. Mind control can result in some very evil stuff. But hey: I'm taking a murdering rapist out of circulation. And I'm not even killing him. And a pilot is going to be getting nice and relaxed, quite regularly. Net positive, right?

Right?

… maybe I'm the real monster here.

As the murdering rapist starts to 'seduce' the pilot, I start to take my leave. I don't really need to see them boning, better to have Jessica give me the real thing than to just watch.

… of course, Jessica is still on the stake out. But I don’t want to cheat on her at all, and spying on folks making love is bad. And we're still within the 100 mile/level range of regular Teleport, so I cast it and end up back at Jessica's. A bit flustered, but OK.

I take my time and count the money. He's got two hundred stacks of fifty hundred dollar bills, wrapped in nicely labeled bands that say "$5,000." How does this guy rate a million in US cash? And four passports from different countries under different names, with six permanent resident visas each?
The money is not all that much to me any more: I've been raking in the dough. Still. This is strange. Who did I just cross? I should probably ask James.

So I call: "Hey James, how you doing?"

"Pretty good, just getting caught up on paperwork… I got some news from the feds: Mayor and his wife skipped town on bail, probably left the country."

"Well … at least they won't be calling any more hits out on Jessica."

"Probably true enough. So what can I do for you?"

Probably? Eh, whatever. Not like I left her easily hurt. "Hypothetically, what happens if someone tells a cop that they did a bad thing over international waters?"

"Usually, it's the destination's law that applies, but the captain has broad discretion on how to handle things at sea… 'Hypothetically'," I can hear his use of quotes, "where were they going?"

"Afghanistan. And it's unlikely that the pilot would object to the results," he got the love of his life out of the deal, after all. Even if it's not entirely real and she has some serious baggage.

"Basically nothing. Nowhere near my jurisdiction, nobody for me to report it to, and no extradition last I checked. So you caught him after he slipped through our hands, then?" James is not stupid.

"... yes. He was in a crate loaded two minutes before take-off. I opened his crate mid flight, and he insulted and attacked me. SHE is now a mute black nudist who's compelled to attach herself to men and bear their children. And has a good start with the pilot. Or maybe the co-pilot."

"So… excessive force, but self defense, and your prior rapist? Slap-on-wrist in a US court, if there were actually any laws that applied to your methods."

"Yes, well, I also took his cash, college ring, wallet, and all four passports. Not that anyone would believe they were hers."

"Theft, but again, no jurisdiction. And.. four? Seems excessive. How much are we talking?"

"I haven't appraised the ring, but it appears to an even million in cash, nicely organized in labeled $5,000 stacks in an expensive looking briefcase."

"US cash or…"

"US, yes."

"In a place like Afghanistan? That's 'set for life' territory, if you're not robbed or stupid. Well… what was the idiot's name?"

"Good question, all four passports were in different names, but I got his wallet…" I check, "So his driver's license, bank card, and credit cards were all under Alfred Hanlon. Which doesn't match a single passport."

"Alfred… wait… spell that last name for me?"

"Hotel, Alpha, November, Lema, Oscar, November."

I hear some papers rustling… "Well, that explains why our normal snitches were mum. Congratulations, you just feminized the brother of the boss of a crime family. Not that anything is provable."

"So do I need to worry?"

James pauses, "Don't quote me on this, but I think he was fleeing you, not me."