Amethyst heart hummed and nodded her head, satisfied with the young man's decision. "Thank you~" She said with a smile. "But that leaves us with a problem... when your mom realises that you are not appreciative of her gift... well, she might move differently on your girlfriend." She said with a worry in her voice.
"You're incorrigible..." A delectable female voice coos, approaching Lee from behind. Calista hears the sound of a kiss over the noises of lovemaking, and after a few steps, the newcomer steps to the other side of the bed to show themselves. "Like fucking my boyfriend?" Lana Caruso grins down at Calista, a devious smirk on her lip. "Don't you know it's rude to play with someone else's toys without permission? Hmmm, now what am I to do with you?" As the stunning pop star speaks, Lee continues to pound Calista's ass with rapidly growing intensity, punctuating his thrusts with hard slaps on her reddening cheeks.
Jenny sees her man ravenously tuck into the food as he sits down. "As much as I'd like to suggest we, umm-" he says in between slices of bacon, "- take the day off and finish what we started last night, something pretty big has come up. Judge Holness has requested our team for a prisoner transport - today's the trial Captain Spark, and the Judge is worried that his,-" her husband interrupts himself by shoveling down an egg on toast, after bringing up a notorious electricity-based villain, "-gang are gonna try to spring him on the way to the courthouse. Armed thugs and a super together could be more than the police can handle, so the judge wants us." Timidly, he reaches across to squeeze her hand. "I'm still working on coordinating the team, so I can't really offer much assistance on this one. Technically, what we do is still illegal, so it's really important to let figures like the judge know that we're reliable. But still, it'll be dangerous. If you think you can't do this, please let me know, and I'll tell the judge we can't do it - nothing's more important than keeping you safe."
"You work for that Fitzgerald bitch, right?" Hammer's lieutenant asks. "The boss needs her. Bring her to the location we'll send you, and once we've got what we need, we'll let her and the old man go free. Come alone, with no tricks, or we'll send the English guy to you in pieces."
"Well, she won't realise, right? I'll just tell her that you...well, that you did what she told you to." He proposes.
"Khh." Vanessa growled as she listened to their instruction, "And how do I he's still even alive?" The heiress asked, gritting her teeth, trying to find a way to get Lawrence free from their grasp.
"We'll send you a finger every hour, fresh, so you know he's still kicking." The thugs chuckle. "Nah, we'll send you a video of the old guy reading the date and time."
Hearing their threat, Vanessa almost lost control and tried to beat them up again. But, as she still had no way to ensure Lawrence's safety, all she could do was grit her teeth. "Fine, where am I taking her." The heiress grumbled, trying to calm herself, and listen for signs of Lawrence.
Jenny couldn't help but smile, and almost chuckled at his concern. In the field he was always calm and level-headed, analyzing everything and factoring each member's abilities when giving out assignments. Although she knew he did, he avoided the appearance of giving her preferential treatment. But here, locked outside the field without the ability to send her backup he was becoming somewhat overprotective and she loved him for it. Even if she found it a little intruding. She squeezed his hand gently before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "You worry too much." she said with affection. 'But did he really?' her guilt rang in her head. "This is the kind of thing we've all be working towards right? Gaining the trust of the neighborhood and city? I'll be fine. There will be armed guards there to deal with any goons, and I'm confident enough that I can take down any local super." Jenny looked into his eyes and stroked the side of his cheek before she moved back over to the stove where she dished a second plate for herself and turned the appliance off. "When and where is this escort?" she asked.
Recognizing the voice, a wave of relief washes over Calista. The released emotional tension amplifies her physical sensations even further. Her moans suddenly grow louder as Calista orgasms, spraying semen onto the bed below her as though in reply to Lana. Merciless, Lee doesn't stop fucking Calista, railing her faster and harder to reach his own peak. Each smack of her ass, combined with the rough pounding, prompts a shrill shriek, rendering her initial reply to Lana an unintelligible mess. Completely overwhelmed by the stimulation, Calista can barely keep herself on all fours as the strength fades from her arms. After a few seconds, she manages to spit out "I'm sorry--ah!--ma'am!" easily falling into the woman's verbal teasing while in her addled state.
Dammit! Azura held her breath so as to not breathe in any more of the smoke. Switching spells again she gathered and concentrated arcane energy, creating another fist-sized ball above her palm. She threw it at the floor where Toxin was standing. Then, not waiting for her opponent's reaction, Azura rolled to the left, away from her now-compromised hiding spot, and tried to assess the situation before making another move.
"We'll send you the location. Here." The head thug tosses over a phone. "Wait for us to send it to you, and remember, any tricks and it won't end well for our hostage."
"I need proof." Vanessa said through grit teeth. "Otherwise, she'll think I just switched sides." The heiress added, hoping they'll send her a photo which she can use to identify if Lawrence is still nearby or not.
"I know, sweety. I don't want to sound like I don't have faith in you. I just worry." He smiles awkwardly, before nodding. "Yeah, you can do it - just don't be afraid to call me if you need to. I'll abandon my post and come running if I have to. Well..." He looks at the crutches leaning against the table. "...Maybe not running." He shakes his head. "The judge wanted a member of the team to meet him at the courthouse before the transfer, to plan things out."
Spoiler: Breath Roll D100: 53 (Minor Success) Azura manages not to breath in any of the gas, though the not-so-athletic magical girl feels her lungs start to ache as she holds her breath. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Azura: 63 Toxin: 20 Toxin's Health: 31 Dodging out of the way, the magical girl sees her foe, lying on her back on the catwalk, still conscious, but knocked off her feet and clearly not in the best shape.
Azura took a shallow breath to ease the ache of her lungs without taking in too much of the gas, then created another ball of arcane energy and threw it at her knocked down opponent, trying to end the battle. While she did not enjoy attacking a downed foe she was not foolish enough to let the villainess recover. Better to not take chances.
"Well then, if it's happening soon I'd best get going." Jenny said and gave her husband another quick kiss. "I'll clean up here and then get changed if you want to head down to HQ." She then set about cleaning up before she changed into her costume. Jenny said one last goodbye to her husband and then used her powers to propel herself into the air and head towards the courthouse.
"Like we said, we'll send you a video of the old guy as proof." The lieutenant shrugs. "And it'll be better if you don't tell the truth to your boss. No rich bitch like that'd sacrifice herself for a butler, even though we're not planning to off her. Lure her under false pretences, or just kidnap her."
"Khh." Vanessa growls as they continued to deny her request for proof, "Fine." She hissed, staring daggers at the leader of the thugs. "Is that it then?" The heiress asked, wanting to leave and search for another way to save Lawrence.
Jenny strides through the courthouse, noting that the staff seem on edge at the sight of a superhero walking around free in a public space, though plenty of the males among them aren't too tense to eye the blonde up in her tight costume. "Psychana? With me, please." One of the guards gestures to her, before leading her upstairs and through a door marked Holness. In a plush office, Jenny sees the judge behind his desk, leathery dark skin mixing with salt and pepper coloured hair, with a large, thickset body covered by a long robe. "Psychana, I'm told?" His low voice practically booms in the small room. "I'm not normally given to working with individuals outside the law, but on this occasion, I think it necessary. As you know, today is the trial of the malcontent calling himself 'Captain Spark'. He was apprehended recently, but the gang of criminals he commands is still out there. The prison and courthouse are both protected by Arch Corp security designed specifically to counter superhumans, so we believe the risk of an escape attempt in transit is high." He gestures next to him, towards a heavily muscular blonde man, his demeanor exuding confidence. "Nice to meet you. I'm a big fan of your work." The man holds out a hand, a flirty glint in his eye as he flashes Psychana a smile. "Detective Jackson is in charge of the transport detail - you'll be coordinating with him today." The judge explains, not seeming to particularly care much for the blonde cop.
