"As you wish, madame." Lawrence says, before withdrawing. Vanessa's dreams are troubled, filled with images of her being pulled by a leash as she's ravaged. She bolts up the next morning, covered in sweat and realising she came in her sleep.
"As long as I don't get turned into a squid." The cop says, eyes locked on the blonde's chest.
Lee uses the opportunity to 'escape', opening the window to shoot a line out to the opposite building. Lana moves in, wrapping her arms around Sonata and hugging him, pert breasts pressing against his flat chest. "Thank you for not fighting Lee - and for trying to rescue me. Here." She hands over a business card with a number of it. "I'll send you Lee's, too." She kisses Sonata's cheek, and goes off to make her phone call.
"Are you certain you're alright, madame? You seem rather pale, if I do say so myself." Lawrence questions as he brings her meal
"I look forward to seeing how our business relationship pans out." The cop smiles, eyes on her chest. "I'll be in touch." He stands. "Oh, and the Death's Heads are planning a raid on your biker buddies this afternoon - thought you might be interested. Call it a freebie." Throwing some money on the table, he leaves the bar.
"As do I." Not thrown off or even bothering to cover up from his leering, she weighed what she heard over the course of still finishing her meal. She had just sat down after all. But as she ate, she went through her phone to give a notice to David. If they were wise to it, that meant they could make a move of their own.
"No need to feel down, my dear. Every Fitzgerald has experienced setbacks - but you always beat them in the end." He squeezes her shoulder reassuringly. "As you wish. Oh, two pieces of news before you head out, as well: Firstly, it appears that a certain Mr Melchett is in a stable condition in hospital. It's still unknown what the long-term effects of the shooting will be for him mentally, however. Secondly, Vincent Postlewaithe has asked for a meeting at his office at company headquarters." Lawrence says as he picks up the empty plates.
Nico awakens to the sound of his alarm - the radio turning on automatically as it beeps. After hearing the end of an old R&B song as it beeps, Nico finds his attention drawn to the DJ banter that comes next. "Barely after it began, the Lana Caruso crisis was resolved - her kidnapper beaten by some new cape calling themselves 'Sonata', according to the traumatised popstar. I have to say, this is pretty impressive - resolving a hostage situation that quick must be some sort of record! What do you think, Arnold? Are we going to be hearing a lot more of this Sonata?" The pleasant voice of Elvira Brown, a popular DJ known for her segments about superhero news, comes through the speaker. "I think you're jumping the gun, Elvira." Arnold, her 'grouchy' partner, gives his take. "I mean, this 'Sonata' person wasn't even able to apprehend the kidnapper. From what we've heard, they've shown no special or interesting powers - I think, whoever this person is, they're gonna be a one-hit wonder."
"Yes, indeed, madame. I think I've stumbled onto something. I don't want to trouble you until the picture is complete, however. I'll brief you properly on your return." He smiles.
That's....new. She had done this so carefully. It was clearly to great effect as most of their attempts failed miserably. This meant they were stepping up their game and their more important figures couldn't sit by idly. But she wasn't going to either.Using her powers, Malady is able to create several subterranean monsters, these ones actually able to distinguish between friend and foe.D100: 60+20 (Plant Skill)
The bikers attack at several locations, totally surprised by the creatures that burrow out from beneath the concrete to snap at their heads, as Malady's thugs introduce themselves with rifle fire. David calls her to one location, however, where the ambush failed. Outside a strip club, Malady sees dead bikers on both sides, and her monsters - frozen solid. "They had a costume on their side." One man breathes.