Celine continues her drive into the city. "Well, that's up to you. What are you more into, fine dining or something more humble?"
'Of course, I'll call you director when we're not alone,' James nodded, and put Jade back in the carrier. He turned to Priscilla, looking concerned, 'Help with Rebecca's mission? Did you get some information that was unavailable before she left?'
Rushing into the alley, she sees it blocked by a nondescript black panel van. Behind the van stand three men in balaclavas, and two catgirls, one being Rebecca's target. A man turns to meet Rebecca's charge, being hit with her handbag before striking out at her, thrusting a stun gun towards her chest. A second man, between Rebecca's melee and the van, struggles with the target, who slashes his masked face with her claws, raking a long scar across the side of his face. The third man successfully grapples a redheaded catgirl and drags her into the back of the van.
"I did." She nods. "I sent Rebecca after an errant catgirl who stays here at the Estate. She decided to run off one day to the city without warning or explanation, so I sent Rebecca to convince her to return. Only now has she thought to inform me of the reason for her departure. Though usually she goes to the city to indulge her cravings for food, this time, as it happens, she's decided to wage a one woman war against a gang of slavers, kidnapping catgirls to sell them. She's a hardy fighter, but I fear for her nonetheless, as do I worry for Rebecca's safety. She's certainly formidable, but if she's caught unaware..."
'That's troublesome,' James grimaced, 'If you have a driver or pilot for me, I'll go to help her right away. I really should get a license soon... maybe I could learn to fly the helicopter?'
With each slap sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up her spine, Melissa's nylon-clad legs almost gave in from the stimulation. And after that rough double penetration, it was needless to say that each step the sexy milf's took was shaky. Her overexcited pussy once again leaking through her pantyhose, with her sex juice visibly trailing down her thighs. As she reached Sully, Melissa looks away in shame. H-hopefully he didn't hear... e-especially that last part... She thought to herself before answering her question, "I think we should go tonight. The director thinks we're out looking for a succubus anyway. And we'll endanger more people if we head back."
"I'll have one of the helicopters fly you over." She nods. "We can forge you a license with no issues, but you will have to learn to drive. As for the helicopter, perhaps you should focus on automobiles first, lest you become a literal Icarus." She gives him leave to go, but stops him at the last moment. "Oh, and remember that this isn't an official mission. Your targets are, to my knowledge, entirely human, so there's a limit to what resources I can assign to you." Outside he can hear the sound of rotors at the nearest helipad.
"All right, if you're feeling up to it. Just be careful." Sully leads her back to the car, turning on the engine. "I'll let the Director know that we've found a lead and are in pursuit." He types a message on his phone.
'I'll leave Jade with you then for now,' James said, 'I'm sure you'll get along. I'll do my best to get the girls back unharmed, wish me luck.' James left the Director's office and followed the sound of gas turbine and rotors towards the helipad and boarded the helicopter.
Well, Nadya wasn't exactly in any hurry to get anywhere. So she sprawled on the bed in only her panties and a tank top and played games on her phone for awhile.
"Mm. I will." Melissa nods, but as she sits on the car seat. "Nnh." She winces, the slaps on her shapely ass causing a sharp pain, which slowly turned to pleasure. Making the sexy milf blush. "Alright..." She replied, trying to calm herself before getting to the club.
He sees a civilian helicopter this time, some kind of corporate chopper, not unlike what his parents might have flew in before they were locked up in the asylum. The pilot lets him on, and without ceremony, they're flying towards LA. They arrive in the city in the middle of a Friday night, drunken partygoers stumbling in and out of bars and clubs, while in the alleys, drug dealers and prostitutes ply their trade. The chopper lands in a reserved space in Hollywood, and the pilot talks for the first time as the rotors slow. "All right, this is the last known location of your targets. Director says that you should check sushi places, and consider calling the other agent. When you need extraction, come back here, or go back with the other agent."
As she plays, the phone buzzes in her hand, informing her that she's required in the director's office.
'Thank you, I will do that,' James nodded as he disembarked the chopper. @Mazoku Heading down to street level, James sent Rebecca a message, telling her the Director sent him to help with the mission and asked for her location. Not sitting idle, James headed out into the street, looking for sushi places and keeping his eyes and ears open for trouble around them and in the alleys.
“Umm. I just thought..never mind.” Whatver she was thinking it was too silly for her to serious suggest and she dropped it quickly. “I still want us to be friends anyway.”
Nadya sighed and after a brief shower, pulled her jeans and hoodie on before leaving for the directors office. <apparently a hoodie with a zipper in the front of it is technically called a zip up jacket? Whodathunkit>
@Mazoku Rebecca hears her phone buzz, but in the heat of the fight, there isn't a chance to check it. At the third sushi place, James hears it. Shouting and fighting coming from one of the alleys. There, he sees Rebecca fighting a man armed with a stun gun, while a muscular catgirl slashes at one man and a more docile looking catgirl is dragged into the back of the black van blocking the alley.
Imalia nods. "Sure, sure. I want that too, it's just... You can tell me what you wanted to say. I won't judge you or anything."
