She takes one gladly. "Don't sell yourself short. You always had talent." She smiles. "I worry, though, about you potentially going up against a sorceress... She was a skilled seductress, and you always did have your...issues...with women."
They had no way to get on the plane or follow it – and even if they could follow it they would get spotted - but perhaps they could find out where it was headed. Miriam made sure to record the number on the hull of the plane, even taking a photo of it, just in case.
Natasha rise her hand slowly to not provoking him to use gun.
Watching, she sees the henchmen enter the plane with their leader. Getting a shot isn't hard, and reviewing it, Miriam's satisfied that the serial number is legible.
"You remember what we talked about earlier?" He grins, and in his other hand, Natasha sees gemstones. "All I need to do is use the sceptre on you, and you'll do anything I want, including leading me to the city."
'I lack the details of the mission and knowledge of Anai, but I am hoping I can prevent this sorceress from being brought back from the pits of Hell,' Luke explained, 'I... I am not quite sure what you mean with 'issues'. My views might seem backwards, women shouldn't take on the burdens of men. And certainly not conducting witchcraft and sorcery. Is that what you meant?'
Natasha remeber what he told her, for egzample that gemstones works on people who take them from the tomb, so in that cause it will work on her contact, not her. But sceptre is in his hands, so she can't be sure of that work.
Seems like they are friends of the woman, and they don't seem very happy she went with those guys... maybe we can help each other... but first, let's see hat they are going to do... Miriam kept quiet as she watched the pair.Watching, she sees the henchmen enter the plane with their leader. Getting a shot isn't hard, and reviewing it, Miriam's satisfied that the serial number is legible.
The plane begins to move, nose pointing upwards as it starts getting air. At the same time, a car drives up, parking not far from Miriam's rental. At first, she's afraid that it's more henchman who somehow found her, but instead two people exit, a muscular young man and a beautiful dark skinned woman.
The two of them approach the airfield, looking at the plane as it takes off, with the young man seeming worried, and the woman seeming bored. "Damn it!" The man curses. "They've got her!" The woman rolls her eyes. "Calm down, remember the note she sent? She was probably perfectly willing to go with them, Ben." Ben grimaces. "But what if she wasn't?"
"It's part of it. I worry about you underestimating a woman and getting hurt. Like it or not, we're not always as helpless as you think we are." Louisa sighs. "And, well, let's face it. I know you have...desires."
"She's my, ah! My daughter!" She cries out as he touches her again. "That's bullshit!" She goes to pull his hand away. "Really? Helga's the instigator? I wouldn't have guessed that..."
"Damn it... Can you make out that number?" The man, apparently named Ben, asks his companion, who shrugs. "No... But I managed to get a few shots of that gangster. An image search should give us a name. In the meantime, we might learn more in the control tower." Ben nods, sliding up his sleeves and heading for the tower, evidently planning to storm it.
"S-Stop it..." She moans as his finger touches her sensitive back hole. "I'm a married woman, you asshole..."