His phone call, she tried her best not to act like she was listening to, but it now made her realize he had more connections than they originally suspected. They may need to keep him around longer for information. “I’d love to.” Alicia agreed to his offer, now realizing she had made yet another lie, this time to James for stating she wasn’t going to go on dates with any of them...but this wasn’t really. It was just another lie. She’d definitely have to get into contact and consult the knight commander later and ask what she should do for forgiveness. For now, she started to walk out, waiting for him to come along, a little worried about being seem put into this clingy dress, but at least it would show she was willing to do what she had to for the job, even if her face remained that same shade of embarrassed red since she had came to the changing rooms. Now back into the club hall, she began to slowly walk out, making sure the other two could notice they were leaving.
Henry slips a hand around her waist, leading her back out into the main floor of the club. @unisol_gr44 @Mazoku Rebecca and James see Alicia come through the door with the target, now clad in a tight leather dress that reveals her long legs and bountiful cleavage. They head for the exit together.
With no more imps left, she lets out a relieved sigh. "We seem to have gotten them all." Melissa said in a cheery tone. But seeing the corpse of the imps burst into flame, the milf stared in surprise. "Is that... normal?" She asked no one in particular.
Circuitously tugging at James' sleeve, Rebecca nodded in the direction of Alicia. Seeing the nun a little uncomfortable, her paramour almost needing to hurry her on as she walked slowly across the club toward the exit, brought a wry smile to the former veterinarian's lips. Her fingers itched to reach for the phone and snap a picture to immortalize the moment as Alicia seemed ready to tear that dress off of her as soon as she could. Probably not the best idea though since she cared for the ultimate destination of her soul. "Let's leave." She whispered in a just a loud enough to voice to be heard over the music, barely moving her lips. "Can't let our nun take all fun. But be ready for anything. It's serious now." Placing the drink she held on the nearest plain surface, waiting for James to do the same before leaving. "Think anyone will be following our target besides us? Bodyguards?" The trepidation she felt came through in her words.
A little stunned at feeling the touch against her hip, she fought back to immediate urge to scream and slap away his oily hand. Why did she think that was a good idea? Taking a look behind her, she wasn’t thrilled to see the eyes of her companions on her while wearing this. She recalled the doctor’s stares earlier when she in her proper clothes and the comments the boy made about her body when she was still dressed modestly...please don’t look. Worried about being seen by them, but... thump. What was that? It was like her heart rate was starting pump up. It could only be the anxiety. She had to get out of here. Now she was standing there, in this skimpy outfit being felt up by a greasy pervert, and she was looking like easy prey for him as she started to more hurriedly move out trying to get away from all these prying eyes.
The club owner brings her out of the club, where a muscle car awaits. He opens up the passenger door for her to get in. As Rebecca follows Alicia outside, she sees the nun about to get into the car with the target. @unisol_gr44 Curiously enough, James spots Chelsea looking at Henry and Alicia, abandoning her post to go out of the club through the back.
Before he had left the club, he spotted Chelsea leaving through the back, wondering why she was so interested in Henry and Alicia. James left his whiskey on a table and headed out with Rebecca, putting his arm around her waist to keep up the charade for the bouncers. Following Henry and Alicia and seeing her go to the muscle car, he said, 'Hmm, doesn't look like he brought any bodyguards with him, but we can't easily follow her in that car. Hopefully Alicia will give us directions once they arrive where they are going. Should we get a cab?' He held an eye out for the alley going to the backdoor where Chelsea might come out.
From the alley next to the club, James hears the telltale noise of a motorcycle starting up. He remembers that the driver is still waiting outside the club with the four wheel drive.
“I guess?” Seres shrugged. “Well, if there are no more imps, then we are done here. Let's call in for pick up and go back.”
"We have our driver. Unless you don't mind riding down the street on a horse." She said as she left her place wrapped around his arm, sending him a quick message to the driver to prepare for pickup and tailing operation. They could explain the details once they were inside. Rebecca reacted to the sound of the motorcycle humming to life, but only spared it a few moments of attention before starting for the car they had used to get here. While she walked, she also sent a message to Alicia (@Auraicide) saying 'See you soon. Were you lucky tonight?' Hopefully casual enough that it wouldn't raise any red flags if her new friend asked or checked.
James wondered if Chelsea was on that motorcycle and going to tail this Henry guy too, wondering what her business was with him. He followed Rebecca to the car, opening the back door for her before he got in behind her. He spoke to the driver, 'Hipper and Knight are in the muscle car, we should tail them discreetly.'
With the imps seemingly defeated, Nadya made her way back down the rickety fire escape and toward the entrance of the building. Although her rifle was now slung over her back, she kept a hand on her pistol just in case of a surprise attack
"Since there are no imps left. Yes, we should call for pick up. Unless they want us to watch over this place. Either way, I think we should meet up with the driver outside." Melissa pondered as she heads to the entrance.
@moonblack @Daylan The car is still out front, the driver nodding to the women as they approach. They hear the doors unlocking.
As they wait, and the muscle car begins to move, a motorcycle pulls out of the alley, following Henry. Her bike is currently between the muscle car and the car Rebecca and James are in. James notes that it is in fact Chelsea on the bike, her blue hair not covered by a helmet. He notes that she has something slung across her back in a long but thin cylindrical bag.
@Mazoku 'I know that girl on the bike, shit... I don't know what's in that bag but I hope she's not trying to kill Hipper,' James said to Rebecca, before he addressed the driver, 'Keep an eye out for the biker, she'll probably be trouble.'
“Seems that way. Time to go back and report to madam director, I guess...” Seres followed after Melissa, getting inside the car and sitting down as well. (I need to go out for a bit. I'll try not to take long.)
Alicia was left now in the car, seeing the text she had gotten. Went well. Will still be a bit late. Going to get to know my new boss. Alicia wasn’t wholly looking forward to it, as she shifted into the seat trying to think of what more to say. “I’m not much of a drinker, I hope that’s not a problem.”
