Getting to the top and lifting up a manhole, she sees that she's behind yet another fake wall. Heading through, she comes out into a sewer tunnel, spotting another ladder and taking it up to the alley next to the bank. Luckily, it's deserted.
"Never heard of it. Guess it's some part of China." The guy shrugs, before nodding. "I can drink to that. Let's seal the deal, then."
I’m Chinese? It was a question in her head. …where was that anyway? While she had adapted to a lot of living in this world, her knowledge of it’s geography was far from impressive. One day, it would all be under her anyway, so it didn’t matter. Focusing on the current issue, she took a drink to join along with them and finalize the first stage of the deal. Securing more allies and guns without firing a shot. It’s been a good day.
"Hmm." Looking around, making sure it was deserted, Vanessa attaches the collar to her neck. Aah, hopefully my heels can take the landing. She thinks to herself as she feels her god-like powers fill her up. The heiress wears her fur coat to ensure it doesn't slip away from her. Then, using the commotion to her advantage, she leaps away from the scene, heading back home, hopefully without being spotted by anyone.
The young wife barely comprehends their question. As if on autopilot she holds up her ring finger that bares the diamond and gold ring. Her eyes catch it and marvel at it for a moment before her gaze returns to the camera. "There's no comparison, you're all so much better. I cum harder on your cocks than I ever have on his. I love your cocks. I'll do anything for your cocks! Please, use me forever." There's an uncomfortable pang in her gut that stabs up into her heart. But it's a dull, faded pain, drowned out by how horny she is.
(No problem) Spoiler: Search Roll D100: 77 Luckily, due to the late hour, T'yala can just head down to her company tech labs without there being anyone to explain herself to - the guards letting her in when they recognise her. Sadly, a long search doesn't bring up anything on the tattoo design, , but by cross referencing the fragments she found with Century U's parking database, she finds them quickly - the car's registered to a certain Michael Melrose. Looking through the yearbook, she confirms it - the picture she's looking at is that of one of the men who fucked her in that basement. A quick search reveals his friend. According to the database, both live on campus.
Raising the bottle to her lips, Malady starts to cough at the sheer strength of it, but there's a pleasant warm sensation in her chest that follows it, and makes up for the shock. "Alright then." The biker nods. "We can give you some of our hardware as a show of good faith. If you want, you can go join the party downstairs - hot chicks are always welcome. Otherwise, you have safe passage to leave with the goods."
Though her heels are in a less than good state, Vanessa makes it back to the mansion utterly unharmed after abandoning the people in the bank.
She had already enjoyed a pretty through experience with gangs earlier, but she did seriously think about it for a lot longer than she would have before deciding against it. “I have a lot to get done….but let’s not drop that idea for some other time, shall we?” She would just get some of the gear, see if the hideout was ready and finally start setting up. Or that is, tell other people to do all of that for her.
"Good girl." The camera man congratulates her, before nodding. The men close in, stroking their cocks, and in moments, the blonde's body is covered head to toe in seed, the intensity of the smells and tastes alone making her fall back, an orgasm wracking her body. As she lies on the floor, the leader slips the wad of cash from before into her hand. "That was fun, Jenny. Next time, we won't go easy on you, though." He chuckles, before the thugs redress, and leave her lying there, covered in cum, and holding several thousand dollars in the same hand her ring sits on.
Can't be too worried now, those people are probably after me. Vanessa tries to ignore the guilt of leaving the people in the bank to themselves, but she's sure a hero will come to help them soon enough, or the hostiles will retreat once they fail to find her. Letting out a sigh as she removes her heels before they truly snap, The heiress sits on a chair as she sends Lawrence a message, Back at the mansion, make sure you aren't followed on the way back home. After that, she braces herself, removing the collar from her neck. Vanessa takes a deep breath as she starts examining the papers she's gotten.
Some of the bikers bring out the gear to a black van, two launchers with ammunition, plus several rifles and handguns - enough to arm all of her goons, and maybe the fans the fat boy is collecting. Heading to the abandoned rail yard, she spots David and his gang waiting for her.
Approaching, she has a smile on her face. "I reached an understanding with some new friends. The deal is a mutual alliance to keep Death's Hand out our territory. How are we on having territory so far?"
Yes, ma'am. The response comes promptly. Looking through the will, Vanessa sees that Oscar left her quite a bit - money, jewellery, artifacts, property - and shares in multiple companies, her share value in one of them enough to leave her as the new owner. Before she can examine specifics, however, she's startled by the sound of a police siren blaring once. Looking out the window, she spots a car with police lights at the gate, a man at the wheel gesturing for her to open the gate.
"Oh?" Vanessa raises an eyebrow, How did they know I'm already here? She thinks to herself, wearing a new pair of heels, she gestures for them to wait as she hides the papers she received from Oscar. For now, Vanessa decides to bring the collar with her, by attaching it to her tight like a garter. Then she presses a button to activate the gate's automatic mechanism to open it as she waits at the front door to see what the police wants.
"Well, it's early days so far, but we've got a few businesses to agree to pay protection." He holds up a bag filled with green notes. "We tried to 'convince' one of the dealers, too, but, uh..." He shrugs. "He tried to attack us, so we had to beat him pretty bad - he's probably not going to be in a fit state to pay us for ages. Got his money and his drugs, though."
Three police officers approach the front door. "Miss Fitzgerald? We need to speak to you regarding the bank robbery down town." The woman announces.
A small smile graced her lips, as she found the students. She quickly tapped and got the data about the duo - their phone numbers and other details, like the state of their studies, finances, and family. She returned to her office and paused. She quickly checked her ship's library for the symbol... then she paused... there was one more possibility. She decided to also check if the tattoo was not of magical nature - to do that, she contacted a fellow hero, who was also a magician...
"Oh?" Vanessa raises an eyebrow as she opens the door, "Yes, what about it?" She asked, not inviting them inside for now, still warry of their intentions. "I just barely escaped myself." The heiress leaves how she got away up in the air, after all, it wouldn't be weird for a billionaire to have some secret tech.
"As long as he's not friends with anyone important." But she could see the proof of his own work. Actual money and profit. It was still early on and in the budding phases, but this was a sign of change. Her own base, men, and gear and control of the area. She was actually getting quite serious now. It had only been a short time, but definitely a lot accomplished. "I probably could just make better drugs by myself. Wouldn't even cost that much for production. We can worry about that after seeing what we have to work with as a hideout." She felt that she had given Finch enough time to get a move on by now with all the things important. He probably had his own resources for this kind of situation anyway. She wasn't expecting much left, but it would be good to at least use it as a place to stash all the goods.
