Happy that the detective wasn't dead, Psychana rushed over to him to help him stand. "Are you all right?" she asked. "I took care of the attackers on the street and rushed down here after you when I heard sirens coming. Near as I could tell all of the officers that were attacked are okay."
"I'm good, I'm good - don't worry 'bout me." Jackson accepts her help, squeezing perhaps a bit more of her body, and a bit more firmly than he needs to, as he pulls himself up. "They wanted to take me as a hostage, but it backfired." Reaching down, he picks up one of the discarded rifles. "The bad guys split up. Spark and a couple of his goons went down the left tunnel, and the rest of his gang went right. You go after their boss - I'll deal with the goons." He checks the magazine and chambers a round in a fashion that's foreign to non-gun user Psychana, but seems quite professional nonetheless. "Oh, and they have a cop with 'em. He was acting like a hostage, but he's a turncoat - he was working for Spark the whole time. If you see the bastard, take him down with as much force as you want - I'll cover for you if you go overboard."
(Not at all, I was going to have him pass out anyway
)
Encouraged by Detective Jackson's apparent resilience, Psychana was about ready to set down after Captain Spark when she paused at the detective's last comment, her estimation of the man dropping somewhat. "Thank you for the warning detective, but I'm sure that won't be necessary."
Spotting her frown, Jackson shrugs. "Hey, good men are dead because of him. I'm just saying, handle it how you want."
(Not at all, I was going to have him pass out anyway
Lana chuckles, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Calista's lips. "Only the cute ones - it's a pretty exclusive club." She moves to turn Lee away, his cock slowly leaving Calista's ass as he sleepily rolls over. "I'm pretty sure we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Lana." She smiles.
"Nice to meet you. We can get into what you prefer to be called later. For now..." Lana kisses her again, before her arms pull her in to a welcoming embrace. "Let's sleep."
Adrenaline coursing through her system, Psychana rationalized that whoever was behind the door didn't expect her to be so closely on her trail. After the briefest of pauses to collect herself, she opened the door and pushed herself through. Ready to take on whatever challenge awaited her. As a precaution though she did attempt to conjure a psychokinetic force field, aimed overhead, to protect her against the two she sensed that were ascending.
Not wanting to deal with the police – it was hardly a secret that there were many corrupt cops in the local PD – Azure decided it was time for her to go. “I've neutralized Toxin and her men!” She shouted back as she remained where she was, pretending to obey the police order but in fact focusing on the ball of arcane energy still floating above her palm. A few moments later she closed her eyes as the small ball began glowing brightly and then exploded... in a wave of harmless purple light that enveloped the area, blinding anyone who did not have protection. Anyone who had protection, or was quick enough to close their eyes, would instead see Azura vanish into thin air...
"Isn't there some way we can do this without destroying her life?" He looks Amethyst in the eye.
The police don't respond, simply aiming up at her. As Azura casts her spell, she hears a dozen cries of pain as the men are temporarily blinded, and then gunshots as they begin firing randomly.
Psychana groaned as she scrambled to her feet and cursed herself for being preoccupied with the people going up and not preparing for the presence in front of her. With a grimace she worked past her oncoming headache and set about blasting her shotgun assailant with a psychokinetic blast.
Though her attention is focused largely on the men inside her, Vanessa catches glimpses here and there of the camera, removed from its tripod and pointed right up close to the action, capturing the pure enthusiasm with which the heroine serves the men ravaging her body, and her every expression of pleasure. Finally, the men pull away, hands jerking themselves as they aim their members at her exposed body. "Smile for the camera, bitch." The cameraman chuckles condescendingly, before the thugs erupt. Vanessa's painted white, as her face, breasts and costume are covered in the men's seed.
"About noon." Lana turns to face Calista, chuckling. Trying to think, the new signee doesn't recall any pressing engagements today. "I didn't want to wake you."