"Tonight? While I'd prefer to stay out of your personal business. Do you have your card with you? Or did she perhaps find a way to copy it?" Vanessa asked in a stern tone, He could also have given his card to someone else, and used the woman as an alibi. She thinks to herself, watching Lewis carefully to spot any signs of a lie.
There was a sinking feeling in Jenny's gut when her husband finished. Nerves wracked her and she felt her hands go clammy inside her gloves. On her best day, fresh and powered up by Panacea she thought she might be a match for Jetstream, but in her current condition with a headache and sluggishness she doubted herself. But she didn't want to tell Harold she was ill. While he would certainly be concerned and possibly a bit relieved to have an excuse for her to avoid the villain, her condition might raise questions; questions she didn't want to answer. That was to say nothing of the lives that were in jeopardy. "I know we agreed I'd stay away, but I feel like I have to go. Someone has to stop him." Jenny replied before she added. "I'm sorry, and I love you." Psychana quickly changed her direction, instead of heading home she flew downtown.
"I don't think I can tell him anything he hasn't already heard. I could threaten him over the planned opera attack or the club downtown he had burned, but that's more likely to lead to combat than to him backing down." Sonata finishes his plate after the sentence, setting his silverware on the china with a soft clang. "Weaknesses would be good to know. Powers too, if you don't mind sharing." Tatiana's last statement sends the boy deep into thought. Could get help from the Rabbit leader, but Constantin probably knows her voice, if not her face. That won't work. Don't want to get Lana involved, but maybe I could persuade Lee to fight with me. A bad idea, but its an option. Then there's...me. Sonata's face turns bright red as he stares down at the table. He won't expect it. I can get him alone without much trouble. I'll have to keep the act going for longer than the last one. Lucky that didn't go worse. He breaks the silence, slightly hesitant, after a few seconds. "D-does he have a type?"
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 76 "I, um..." The scientist goes through his wallet, blushing harder as he realises his card's not there. "I...think she might have taken it, yeah." Looking at his face, Vanessa sees no indication of deceit.
"Wait, no, honey!" Harold says in fear. "You've got no backup! You know how strong that freak is!" Psychana absentmindedly mutes the audio, feeling a little guilty as she flies to her destination. She finds a small private gallery filled with antiquities, the place ransacked, glass skyroof shattered. There are a lot of armed guards for a small place like this - and all of them are unconscious, clearly beaten quite badly, though not one of them is dead - an unusual deviation from Jetstream's usual 'leave no witnesses' MO. Psychana gulps, as she feels a gust of wind rush past her, sending papers flying. The wind blows again, the force of it making her roll her shoulder back. Quickly, she realises what's going on - it's no gust of wind, but her adversary, moving too fast for her eyes to track, taunting. The wind stops, and then she feels Jetstream's presence right behind her, the tall villain's shadow looming over her body.
"A shame, but I don't disagree." Tatiana sighs sadly, before nodding. "Well, like me, his weaknesses are mostly fire and sunlight - decapitation isn't healthy for us, either. Forget crosses and holy water. As for powers, they're extensive. Superhuman strength, speed and endurance, he can transform into a wolf, and if he makes eye contact, he can mesmerise you." She chuckles at Sonata's nervousness. "A type? Not particularly. He likes young, pretty human women, from what I understand."
"Damn." Vanessa hissed, but was glad that Lewis was at least innocent. "But, if your card was stolen. Why would she willingly go with a stranger?" However, the heiress recalls how the victim's, and Lewis' card were the ones used to enter the lab. "Did she know? Maybe she was backstabbed?" Vanessa pondered, "Are there any cameras that might show us who she was with?"
Psychana fought down whatever apprehension she was feeling and spun around to face her opponent. He was a foot and a half taller than her and she would bet he at least doubled her weight; physically he was imposing and with his tremendous speed Jenny felt small, weak, outclassed and hopelessly horny. "Get it together Jenny." she thought to herself. "Jetstream!" she cried summoning her courage and using her powers to generate a psychokinetic grip in an attempt to hold him in place. "Surrender before this ends badly."
"Truthfully, I have no idea, ma'am." Lewis shakes his head, before leading her to the security panel. "Let's see. Ah, here we are. Damn, it looks like the footage was deleted."
Jetstream ignores the blonde's threat entirely, instead smiling down at her, his muscular body not moving. "Shit, she was right. Here you are, without any of your little friends to back you up like last time." He eyes her up, not a shred of doubt or indecision on his features, her fear fueling his confidence." His body goes rigid as she uses her power on him, though she's painfully aware that he's not even trying to resist yet. "Those other bitches in your team ain't got shit on you, girl. A pity you ran away when I broke that idiot's legs - we could have had some real fun." Mockingly, he brings up the time when he defeated her and Harold.
"Shoot." Vanessa sighed, "So, how will we go about reporting this to the authorities?" She asked, knowing that they couldn't disclose the secret underground lab. "The victim... did she have any family?"
Spoiler: Psychic Roll D100: 21-10 (Withdrawal Headache)=11 (Fail) Spoiler: Magic Roll D100: ???: 63 Psychana: 52-10 (Headache) Psychana Bound! Psychana raises her hands and thrusts them forward, forcing her psychic power in the villain's direction. Her hands collide with his muscular chest, and some papers go flying behind her enemy - the only sign that she did anything at all. Well, that and the flaring pain in her temples. Psychana sees Jetstream pull his arm back for a punch she knows will knock the wind out of her lungs and send her falling to her knees, when a seductive female voice stops him. "Wait. My sister wants this one unharmed." To Jenny's surprise, Jetstream nods in agreement. Before Psychana can capitalise, the voice speaks again. "Asga'thar Nor Vort!" Psychana's eyes widen as the velvet drapes over the windows seem to come to life, flying through the air to tie firmly around her wrists, pulling her arms out in either direction.
"That, uh... That is the question." Lewis nods. "No next of kin that I'm aware of - she was a spinster, parents died a while back." Stroking his cheek, he says "We can say it was a lab accident, that she was working in one of the public labs after hours without taking safety precautions."
"I see." Vanessa mumbles, "Very well," She said looking somber, "The best we can do is bring her killer to justice." The heiress takes a deep breath, "I don't suppose you have a photo of this woman you were with?"
"Wha-?" Psychana uttered confused and tugged at the drapes around her wrists. Despair coursed through her at just how ineffective her attack was. She'd felt sluggish since she woke up in Magnus' home but she'd never expected to be this weak. It made Jetstream seem all the more intimidating. That, combined with the way he looked at her, had Jenny's pussy soaking her white hot-pants. Her head pivoted on her neck as she looked around the room for whomever spoke. "Who's with you?" she demanded of Jetstream, her voice trembling slightly.
"That... should help a little." Vanessa replied, copying the number, thinking Lawrence had the equipment to trace it. "Right, for now, we need to clean this up, and report it." She looks at her heroes, before looking at Lewis, "But before that... you wouldn't happen to know the password to her computer, would you? Perhaps a master code, or something like that?"
"Lady Isis' wayward daughter... How beautiful you are." The voice's owner reveals herself, walking around Psychana and into view. "As my sister said, you could escape the lady...But not your own desires." The woman reaches down, her hand snaking underneath Psychana's hot pants and feeling the dew beneath. Jetstream grins. "So, I get to fuck this bitch yet?" The woman smirks placatingly and reaches a hand to where Jetstream's bulge stands prominently through his skintight outfit. "Patience, my dear. Taking her against her will accomplishes nothing. When you have her, she'll beg you for it first. In the meantime, my sisters and I will sate your needs, you needn't worry." Her voice is melodic, beautiful, entrancing, and Jetstream nods in acceptance once more. "Time to do what I came here for. Var'ra Asgleith..." She says, and her hand lights up with magical energy in front of Psychana.
Jenny moaned in pleasure, much to her embarrassment and humiliation, when the strange scantily clad woman so brazenly put her hand down her shorts. She couldn't believe how aroused she already was, and when the woman's hand moved towards Jetstream's crotch, Jenny's eyes went wide and fixated on the huge bulge in his pants. "Oh my God..." Psychana muttered. She knew she shouldn't have found the man attractive, not after what he'd done to Harold, and when he indicated he was planning on fucking her Jenny's humiliation grew when she recognized that a big part of her wanted him to. But she couldn't ever admit to that verbally. Jetstream's seemingly subservience to the woman did surprise Jenny though, but she didn't have time to dwell on it as woman began casting some sort of spell. Psychana prepared herself as best she could, conjuring a psychokinetic barrier between them as she readied herself for some sort of magical attack. "What are you doing?" she shouted in question. "What do you want with me?"
