"God, I'm really regretting not letting that guy beat the crap out of you." The woman groans in frustration, before raising an eyebrow. "Weird chick? Normally, the only women who hang around guys like this are paid for their time. But now that you mention it..." She frowns. "I did see some thugs in one of the nearby warehouses, around some girl with pink hair. She didn't look like any working girl I've ever seen - though she was scantily clad enough to be one. By the time I'd dropped through the skylight, though, she was gone." The blue haired woman's eyes bore into Valentin's. "Why are you asking? Do you have information?"
"No. The skank's got purple hair.....maybe it was pink. It was dark." Blinking, he seemed to even convince himself it was possible lead, though a voice at the back of his conscious told him this was probably the wrong track. Still. Eventually, beat the shit out of enough people and the road has got to end up SOMEWHERE. Except....he can't fight today. Hmm.
"Yeah... It was great that Lana was...rescued. We're okay, no need to worry about us." Lee smiles awkwardly, before it turns genuine again. "Yeah, it was like that at the beginning for me, too, but I had no doubts. I heard some of your demos - you sound great, and you've got a great look, too. You're definitely going to be a star." Frustratingly, he doesn't stare at her chest - though whether it's due to a lack of interest or just because he's being respectful is hard to say. "Lana and I are going to hang out. Wanna come with?"
Bringing up her phone, she sees that there's nothing from her trusty butler - not even a check in.
"Hell yeah..." The officer nods, flexing his newly powerful muscles as he's lowered to the ground. "Cops have freedom of the city here - I can help you out like that. But, like you said, Ellie first." He grins at the blonde, who looks in horror as she sees that the man she sacrificed herself to save has turned against her.
"It was kinda multitoned, I think." The woman says absentmindedly. She seems a little bored as Valentin starts to talk, but as the story goes on, her knees straighten, plans of jumping away forgotten. "They could just be simps... But the part about not selling enough sounds suspicious. Maybe she's some kind of mind controller... There's been a few so far in the city. This friend of yours, the one who was crying - you know where he lives?"
"No. We're not that close. Which made it even weirder." The idea they were just simps who would do anything for any pair of boobs didn't seem wrong. He KNEW it wasn't. That was what he thought at first too. But this....seems different.
Thinking about it, she could probably siphon some funds from the real estate company that owns the safehouse - it's a pretty common practice for rich people to use company funds for their personal whims, she knows from experience. It would be simpler to withdraw some cash and give it to him, though - it depends on whether she trusts him to only buy what he said he would. Heading through the gate to the mansion grounds, the heiress immediately knows something's wrong. On the stairs leading to the front doors, which lie wide open, is one of the police officers from earlier, a bullet hole in his bald head. Looking out at the grounds, Vanessa spots the sedan the cops came in last time, and two large four wheel drives, all three vehicles standing empty.
"No, you're not. If this 'crazy bitch' is that dangerous, the last thing I need is a weakling like you getting in my way." The woman sighs. "Tell me where this hang out is, and I'll investigate. I'll even do you a solid and stop by later to let you know how it went."
"Yeah...but..." His face went blank. In more of his incredibly clueless mannerism. "It wouldn't be right."
Moving into the mansion, Vanessa sees signs of a struggle - bullet holes, drag marks, a wall that's been completely smashed through. She heads through the old armory, past suits of armor, shields and weapons.
The female hero's eyes widen, and her jaw lowers, mouth agape in seeming shock at what he just said. "I'm a... What the fuck did you just say to me?" Cracking her neck, she slowly walks toward Valentin. "You know what, I take it back. I'm glad I saved you from that thug - Now I get to kick your ass myself."
Moving into the mansion, Vanessa sees signs of a struggle - bullet holes, drag marks, a wall that's been completely smashed through. She heads through the old armory, past suits of armor, shields and weapons.
On the floor, she finds the second of the three cops, riddled by rifle rounds and bleeding on the floor. From the next room, she hears muffled voices. "The rich bitch! Where the fuck is she? I know you pigs know somethin'."
“I promised my mom I wouldn’t…I can’t hit a girl anyway.” In his own mind, this was supposed to help.
As Jenny looked at the object she contemplated calling him, but she couldn't. She couldn't even hear his voice after what she'd done. He'd be worried about her, she knew that. He probably hadn't slept a wink since she left and she felt terrible for that too. But she didn't know what she'd say. She had to think but she didn't want to. Thinking made it worse.