"New and improved?" Vanessa raised her eyebrow, So he isn't him? Or is he? Maybe a clone? Or perhaps an AI? She thought to herself, glaring at the fat boy as he knelt in front of her. "That's because he tried something he shouldn't have." The heiress hissed.
"Just like you did when you looked into matters that didn't concern you." The boy smiles. "But don't get me wrong, I'm grateful. Now that Oscar's out of the picture, I get to have my turn. I don't know how a prissy rich girl like you did it, but it doesn't matter - unlike Oscar, I took precautions. To more pressing matters - It's time for you to sign away your shares."
Gazing at her reflection, one thought ran through Jenny's mind. "Stop smiling you whore!"
Despite her growing annoyance and self-loathing, her body didn't respond. Instead, Jenny turned away from the mirror and picked up her phone; she sent off a quick text to Duke letting him know she was ready before she donned a concealing overcoat. She didn't want to pass any of her neighbors leaving the complex and have them start gossiping.
"Damn..." Jenny's driver, a tall dark skinned man, takes his time ogling his charge as she enters the luxury car Duke sent. "If the boss didn't want you, I'd be on you in a second, girl." He laughs, and begins to drive. As the city goes past through the window, Jenny's surprised to see that the car's heading first into the city's upper class districts, and then into the truly elite city center. "From what I heard about you and Hammer, I'm guessing you'd prefer something a little dirtier, maybe a gangbang in the slums? Don't worry, you'll get your chance, but for now it's time to mingle with high society." Jenny sees the car drive beneath the looming tower of the Hotel Grand, the most expensive of its kind in the city. The car parks in the underground lot, and the driver grins. "Alright, girl. Showtime."
A uniformed staff member leads Jenny upstairs, to an expensive looking bar, where Dylan Duke awaits, wolf whistling as he eyes the blonde up.
"If it ain't the woman of the hour." He crosses over to her, slipping his arms around her waist to squeeze her ass through the material of her coat. "Normally, I'd have you start working in the club, but something important came up and I figured you'd be perfect for it. I've got a meeting, and I need someone to charm my guest." Duke leads her to the booths. As they stop in front of one, Jenny finds herself staring at a man she last saw mere hours ago, his dark skin contrasting with his salt and pepper hair, and his thickset muscles more obvious in a suit than his robes, with a lecherous look on his face contrasting with the stern expression she last saw him wear. "Jenny Foxx, allow me to introduce you to Judge Holness."
He watches her full and well-rounded figure move to the music for a little bit but when the spy moves on and he sees the signs of the sisters' closeness, a plan starts to form in his head. Many criminal organizations were not against kidnapping family to draw in their intended target, so if the sister were to suddenly vanish and some vaguely threatening message were to get to Linda telling her to meet up somewhere about it, then the peace keepers of the city would most likely end up barking up the wrong trees investigating those connections with little to no idea of the sister's true captor.
He would need to wait until nightfall to make his move, too much open space in the suburbs during the day and it was warm enough he did not want to be exposed to that direct level of sunlight for too long anyway, but he had already shown a fair deal of patience, so what was a few hours more?
Squidlock's spy finds a comfortable nook to wait in, whiling the hours away as the noonday sunlight grows orange, before disappearing altogether. Before Squidlock can make his move, however, he hears a car making its way up the driveway before coming to rest. The sister's husband enters the house, looking as average in real life as he did in the photographs. The man, some sort of businessman from the look of him, kisses his wife's cheek, before grabbing himself a beer and resting on the couch in front of the TV. From the way he watches the screen, it's clear he's in no danger of discovering the creature spying on him, but Squidlock realises that he now has to deal with two people, not just one.
With a location to check out, Sonata releases the boy, letting him collect the purse and run off. The woman's scream startles Sonata. He pivots to face the source and sees she's not a threat. "They attacked me. I defended myself. No time to wait for police. At least one of them ran, so stay safe," is all he says, still using his power for robotic modulation, before turning to leave the alley.
He'll stop by his apartment to throw on a black coat over his top and use some makeup to match his features as closely as he can to those of the boy he interrogated. Then, he'll head downtown and look for Tinnitus, hopefully finding a rooftop where he can assess the area from a distance. He looks for any entrances other than the front door. I don't want to do the impersonation plan. I don't even know either of their names. He sighs. This is such a bad idea, but I need something to show for the alley earlier, and it really needs to be today. Though...maybe being hated wouldn't be so bad. Hmm.
Sonata's explanation does little to calm the woman, who continues to scream in hysterics as Sonata retreats.
As Sonata prowls around the exterior of the bar, loud music coming from within explaining where the name comes from, he sees a few options for entry, besides the front door. Firstly, there is a rear door, guarded by a bored looking thug who wolf whistles at Sonata as he walks past, muttering something to himself. Secondly, there is a basement entrance, though a padlock keeps it securely shut. Finally, there is an open window leading into one of the bathrooms, a quick sonar check revealing that no one is in plain sight, but there is someone in a stall.
Hearing that her comrade was little out of it, Amethyst Heart quickly and quietly gave a preview of situation, without giving any names, then asked Gypsy for possible solutions from her side.
"Sounds like you're in trouble." The woman concurs. "There's some spells I could use on this mystery person you're up against - I could make them forget that you exist, for example. Or we could try behaviour modification. We'd need this person in our clutches, though."
“Hmm... the police are not a good choice. They are probably not my biggest fans right now, plus quite a few cops are corrupt and might just sell the vial to the highest bidder once they know what is inside. Even if we find some honest cops, they will likely start asking questions, such as how we got the vial in the first place.” Azura was not the biggest fan of the local police. “Considering Toxin's attack the owners of the chemical plant are probably not in the mood for dealing with superheroes. They are more likely to call the cops than help us. That leaves Sapphira's friend as the best choice.: She focused her gaze on the blonde. “How reliable is this ex of yours? Can she be trusted? And how will she react to you going to her to ask for help?”
"Oh, she's reliable - a real nerd. She'd probably drool over the chance to get her hands on some unknown substance." Sapphira chuckles. "She never went all 'mad scientist' before, so I think we're safe from that. She probably won't be
that happy to see me - things didn't end too well between us. But when we offer to show her some glowing green goo, she'll change her mind. Besides, no one stays angry at me for long."
