(unisol's character in my game is called James. I got confused between them.)
"That's a lie if I ever heard one. But, I'll take the hint and not pry. Not that it matters anyway." Fixer business was all a big game of mutual espionage. The client wanted to know you were trustworthy, while the fixer wanted to know which risk the job actually involved so they could charge the appropriate fee and take the correct cut. While it wasn't exactly about honor, getting those who you hired in turn killed due to unknown complications was bad for business. All of that was above Eve, for the most part, so she relied on people like the mustachioed and silvery fox to do it for her. "Night, night."
She passed on the offered drink. Drunk driving wasn't the type of thrills she was particular about enjoying too frequently. Thinking about fixers, her mind turned toward Sietch and what he was doing right now. At home, hooked into the net with some of his virtual porn. He needed to go out on a date, enjoy some pussy or cock, never had asked him which way he swung. One of the girls at the sorority owned her a favor large enough to probably cajole her into feeling him out over a dinner. Not a techie, though. Regardless, hopefully, he was enjoying himself.
She had a few options on where to go as she mounted her bike. In her pockets, she had a spare key to Reeves' dojo. Eva had hoped for something physical so spending some time with the punching bags to get everything out of her system felt attractive. It was late at night, so probably no one there. A bit lonely though... Nineke had always been eager for a fight, too eager according to some. Before the sudden expulsion, they seen each other over at the academy gym even if their disciplines were far apart, talked a bit too but not since. Eva tried calling her phone to reconnect, letting it ring for a good while before hanging up. Guess she was busy, she thought and revved up the engine.
Her motorcycle's neon trim form speed lines as she raced down the asphalt. Her acceleration taking her far beyond the speed limit.
(Sorry.)
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“Of course.” Gina at least had a pretty easy means to just access the internet from right there to message one of her police contacts who owed them a favour. There were still a few cops and journalists out there genuinely interested in helping people so naturally, they’d all stick together. Debriefing her contact, she began to get up from her seat, waiting for the girl to follow her to the new temporary home she had set up. Not that this was something to be casually done. She’d need this leas to work out to justify to making her contacts spend this much resources, but it was doable enough that as she unlocked her car and opened it to allow her to climb in, and Gina moved to the driver’s, she was sure the place would be ready when they got there.
"Then maybe I should never let you get free, then?" He continues to pleasure her, stroking her g spot and groping her breasts. "I have to say, you have one hell of a body." Adding his control over her cybernetics to the mix, increasing the sensitivity of her nerves, he brings her to the peak of orgasm, only to deny her at the last moment. "Tell me what I want to know, and you can have your release." He continues to torture her by denying her orgasm.
"To-(Non descript address? I really don't have a specific location off the top of my head for this.)
Checking the holographic display, she coaxed a few more kilometers per hour out of her motorcycle as she drifted, almost touching the road with her knee as she turned onto an off-ramp. The engine roared as she swerved between a truck and the car trying to overtake it. Eva caught a brief glimpse of the driver's expression before speeding on as highrise buildings with glittering lights started to surround the streets.{No problem - it's an open-world game
Eva started the motorcycle, knowing that probably someone else would take the contract. It wasn't really her problem.
She decided against taking on any contract from the handler and got on the motor.
With great speed she started driving through the streets - where would her road lead her?
Another bar? Home? Or somewhere else?
"Nonsense, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, you look great." He chuckles, before finally allowing her to orgasm. "I suppose I have. Oh well." He restores her ability to use her limbs, with the caveat that he can disable them at a moment's notice. "Lead me to your place. I want to see that message.
Jack stumbles back, falling onto the ground, expression frozen in pure terror. "P-Please, don't hurt me..." As he begs for mercy, holding a hand in front of his face as if in a vain attempt to protect himself, but in reality to gain her attention. His other hand takes hold of the dirty hypodermic needle. "I'll do anything, just don't hurt me."
Everything had to end eventually.As she drove, enjoying the speed, suddenly a siren sounded behind her - the blue and red lights blinking. As she looked into the mirror, she saw a police car. One of the older models.
It was signaling her to stop.
They arrive at a normal enough, apartment block, identical to about every other middle class dwelling, which was exactly the point. Sam took a seat on the couch for now.
He nods his head rapidly, seemingly in utter fear as she pulls him up. When she pulls him close to her, he thrusts the syringe deep into her throat and shoves her away. "I was having trouble deciding to execute you. I've never been much good at killing people when they're defenseless, I always chicken out. Thanks to you, I didn't have to choose." He shoves down on the syringe, sending the whole thing into her throat.