"So I basically have to ensure the secret lab stays a secret." Vanessa grumbles, "Besides, I have the paper work that reveals how I just recently received ownership of the company." She replied, "And this fat boy... urgh, does he have a name, and do you know where he might be hiding?" The heiress asked, trying to bring the fight to Oscar's abomination.
"Octavius Heart." The AI responds. "I don't know where he stays. I did overhear one of the technicians talk about his habits, however. Apparently he has two loves: Advanced technology, and expensive women. If you focus your search on areas that provide those, you should be able to locate him."
She rolls her eyes. "Good enough for me. Hasta luego!" She waves goodbye as she exits, planning to head straight to her own apartment to rest. Being out in public as Calista fills her with excitement and fear, but she's far too sore, tired, and anxious to consider much of anything other than a warm meal, a shower, and a bed.
3 Weeks Later
"Well hello, everybody, this is hero talk - your number one source for all that juicy costume gossip. Our first story is a debate about lethality - a newcomer hero named Sonata has made the waves after butchering several members of a local street gang." As Nico's alarm blares, the radio turns on automatically, tuned to the show in hopes that he can hear news about Sonata. Nico slides out of bed, feeling his chest ache slightly - healed, but still a little sore. The female presenter is replaced by her male counterpart after a few moments.
"Well, you know, I was initially pretty skeptical about this Sonata guy - he rescued some pop diva, who cares? And I still think he's got a lot to prove, you know, street thugs aren't impressing anyone. But I think the bleeding hearts out there posting about this kid are wrong - the thugs he took out, no one's gonna miss them." The woman comes back on. "Those 'bleeding hearts' are concerned citizens, who don't want a knife wielding maniac out there on the streets leaving bodies everywhere. Our streets are crime ridden, but we solve that problem by fixing how broken the city is, not by letting vigilantes kill people. You know me, I love heroes, and what they do for the community, but murder is too far. And besides, a witness claims that Sonata threatened her with knives - clearly, he's unwell, to say the least."
As the two hosts' debate turns into a chaotic argument, Nico sees his phone buzz - the number belonging to the producer who's been working with Calista in the studio. At the same time, he turns on the TV, seeing a report that Tinnitus, the club he apprehended the gang boss in, was burnt to the ground - superpowered activity is suspected.
Amethyst Heart nodded.
"Alright, alright~" She raised her hands, pacifying the woman. "Did you at least pay for it?" She asked.
"Of course not, you dolt!" Harpy sighs, as though she's talking to someone of lesser intelligence. "Now, are you going to stop molesting me, or shall I give you a taste of my claws?"
Through the man's direction, her huffing subsided but her breathing was kept short and the ache in her muscles maintained their state but stopped growing. She kept doing the squats, but rather than recoil from Davey's touch Jenny leaned into it and let the man grope her ass to his pleasure. Through her lust-filled mind, she ground her ass against Davey's crotch with every peaking moment. She barely registered his questions but his lascivious thoughts only fueled her own arousal. Still, Chastity's name reverberated in her mind and Jenny did in fact miss her sister.
"Yes..." she whimpered as she enjoyed the feeling of Davey's bulge caught between her ass-cheeks.
"I'd like to let you see her..." Davey grins, moving his hands up to 'support her abs', in reality grabbing her breasts. "Problem is, the Platinum Room is off limits to most members - you have to be real special to get in."
“As much as I hate to put you in danger, leaving you here is a bad idea. If we get discovered and need to get out quickly it might be difficult to come get you. Better to come with us and stay out of sight. Having another set of eyes to search for potential dangers, be it guards or traps, won't hurt.” Azura attempted to reassure the redhead.
As the breeze flooded the room Azura took note of what Daiyu was doing. “Are those some sort of tranquilizer darts? You'll be coming with us, I take it?” She had expected the fake maid to stay behind, but her coming along had its benefits. She was less likely to betray them to Chen's men if shew was in the line of fire herself, for one.
As Esmerelda nods, Daiyu answers the question by poking her gun out of the window, a subsonic pop sounding. Craning her neck out, wind blowing her hair, Azura spots a window washer's hand slap his neck beneath them, before he collapses on his platform, chest slowly rising and falling. "I hope that won't be a problem?" She ejects a casing, and loads another dart. "I hope we can do this quietly - I'd like to be able to eavesdrop on the meeting. Perhaps your ability can make me invisible, too? Or could you make me look different - like I said, if Chen's eyes leave my chest and travel upwards, he's sure to recognise me."
