esercito sconfitto: I guess they don't see the use of taking them: they are not useful to disguise oneself (barring exceptional situations), so they see it as a waste of time.
tirepanted3: Do you believe me if I said that I thought that, in the beginning, it was too obvious that 'Primrose' truly was Lizéa? I basically copy-pasted her description.
I just thought of this little detail while correcting the typos in this part: introducing yourself to one of your victims while using your real name wouldn't be a very smart move.
Since there wasn't much victims this time, I tried to flesh them out more. The next part will feature the opposite situation. Celine was indeed very unlucky, even by the USB stories' standards.
And the last part of this installment:
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First, the prison will welcome its newest recruit, 'Celine Veber'...
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As expected, Pamela Shay was the guard waiting to greet Amy.
She was basically an older version of Coraline: same light blond hair (albeit shorter), same blue eyes, same soft white skin. She was wearing a prison guard uniform: dark blue cap, thick black shoes, dark blue pants, and a light blue uniform shirt.
“Celine Veber?” she asked.
“Pleased to meet you.” Amy held out her hand to her. “I believe that my friend already talked to you on the phone?”
Pamela refused to shake her hand.
“I see that she did.” Amy commented.
“We're sorry, we don't have a fitting uniform yet. The intendency has a few problems.” Pamela said.
Amy smiled. “I don't think it will be a problem.”
Pamela glared at her, but didn't retort anything.
“Now... Why don't you give me a tour of the building?” Amy said with a huge bright smile. “I am impatient to discover this place and take my station! I'm sure we will do great things together! Let's just start with the armoury, I need to receive my statutory stun-gun...”
Pamela's stare reminded Amy that there was supposed to be some form of decency, even in the use of hypocrisy.
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Second, while Amy's touring the place, Reka will receive the visit of her new 'lawyer'...
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Reka was a woman from Ares through and through. Physically, first, with her tall muscular statuesque figure, her braided black hair, and her blue eyes.
And also psychologically. She was already annoyed before the interview even began. How long was this farce going to continue? Her trial was over. So, why did these annoying lawyers keep on pestering her with procedures? As if she had a chance to be pardoned...
The tall black-haired woman sat in one of the interview rooms of the prison complex, wrists and ankles cuffed.
Reka looked at the two women in front of her and groaned.
She had a new lawyer. Probably some upstart hoping to become famous by defending one of the country's most infamous convicts. The woman had light brown hair tied up in a crown braid and emerald green eyes. Her innocent-looking face made Reka want to hurl. There was a brown-haired green-eyed woman from Okéanis with her. Probably some kind of assistant.
“So. What is it this time?” Reka asked in annoyance. “Can't they just let me rot in jail in peace?”
“There have been... recent modifications to your case.” the lawyer said.
Strangely, she was looking a little ill-at-ease, and her eyes were regularly shifting to her assistant, as if to seek her approval.
“Oh, joy. And why did they send you instead of Robert?”
“I've been recommended by a friend of a friend.”
Reka raised an eyebrow. Strange turn of phrase.
“My name is Jade. This is my assistant, Primrose.”
The lawyer put her files on the table. Among them, there was a book.
“There are a few things we need to discuss...”
While she was talking, Jade moved the book a little, as if to allow the criminal to better look at it.
Automatically, Reka read the title of the book.
History of the Province of Ares. … Wait a minute... She recognized this book, with its dented cover, and the coffee marks. This book used to belong to her.
It was the first gift Max bought to her!
Reka looked at the woman pretending to be called Jade. She was now understanding why another lawyer was chosen to meet her. And with this book, Max was sending her a message.
Goodness, Maxie... Couldn't you make it less clichéd...?
Reka hid her excitement and her hope.
I have to be sure...
“You have a good taste in books, Jade. Can I have a look?”
“Of course. A friend of mine recommended it for me. He's an accountant.”
Jackpot!
The assistant lawyer leaned closer to her. “There are a few things you and your girls will want to do once this interview is over...” she whispered.
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Third, Tiffany infiltrates the prison. It's important that she arrives only after Reka's interview started.
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Tiffany had a fake ID card and a fake accreditation, forged by one of Max's contacts. Therefore, she easily went through the security check at the entrance of the prison complex, then in the court leading to the canteen building.
“You're late.” one of the guards commented.
“There was a broken down car on the road.” Tiffany answered.
She opened the back of the van. The guards looked inside and inspected the crates.
Tiffany took advantage of the fact that they weren't looking at her to discreetly swallow a small pill Max and Selena gave her. The thing would give her stomach aches during a few minutes, a way to perfectly feign food poisoning.
She groaned in pain.
The guards surrounded her.
“What's wrong with you?”
“I... I think... I've eaten something... I shouldn't have...”
One of the guards helped her stand up. “Food poisoning?”
The busty woman nodded.
“We'll take you to the infirmary.” an other said.
“Th... Thanks...” Tiffany resisted the urge to smile.
Suckers...
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Fourth, Amy neutralizes the guard monitoring the security cameras.
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“You can't ask me to do that...” Pamela whispered between her clenched teeth. “I already let you take a stun-gun in the armoury...”
“Either you help me and the violence will be minimal, or you don't and a lot of people will get hurt.” Amy retorted. “Especially your sister and your friend monitoring the security screens.”
“You're despicable.”
“And yet, my method is quicker, and ultimately people are less hurt.”
Pamela didn't have the choice anyway, not if she wanted her sister to remain safe. She knocked at the door leading to the surveillance room of the prison.
“Harley? It's Pamela. Can I enter the room?”
Amy heard a 'bzzzz'.
An electronic lock. The thing can only be opened from the inside by a button. Clever. Though, of course, even the most well-thought security system becomes useless if it's used by a moron...
Harley was a pale petite woman with closely-cropped black hair and dark brown eyes. She was sitting behind a wall of monitors showing the different parts of the prison complex. Amy notably saw the screen showing the infirmary, where Tiffany was being brought.
Perfect timing...
“What is it Pamela?” Harley asked without taking her eyes off the monitors. She was sounding bored. Hours of watching screens would do that...
“Harley, I'm sorry. They forced me to do it.” Pamela said.
“What?”
Amy knocked the guard out with a jolt of the stun-gun she grabbed in the armoury. Harley grunted in pain and fell from her chair.
“What have I done?” Pamela said, horrified. She quickly took a knee and checked her friend's pulse, and was relieved to see that Harley was only unconscious.
“Technically, you did nothing yet. So let's rectify that and put you to work.” Amy said to her.
Pamela's eyes glared daggers at her. “Excuse me?!”
“I'm not stupid enough to turn my back on you. You will secure her. Use her handcuffs. And also these.”
She threw two rolls of silver tape at Pamela.
“Where did you get them?”
“They were lying around in the armoury. I suspect that some of your colleagues have wild nights when nobody's looking...”
Pamela didn't have the choice. She handcuffed her friend's wrists behind her back, then wrapped tape around her arms, her thighs, her legs, her ankles, and over her lips. She left Harley seated against one of the walls, in a position that hopefully wasn't too uncomfortable.
Amy smiled, admiring Pamela's work. “Perfect... Good job! You're a natural.”
“You better hold your end of the bargain...” Pamela said while looking at the other guard with a glum expression.
Amy chuckled. “You do realize that the people who kidnapped your sister have ties with the human trafficking market?” she said.
Pamela raised her head and stared wide-eyed at her. “You...”
Amy didn't give her the time to recover from the shock. She gave the light-blond-haired guard a good jolt of stun-gun.
“We don't need you anymore anyway. You've played your part.”
In truth, Amy didn't even know what the others were planning to do with Coraline. And she couldn't care less. It just felt good to be petty, to vent her frustration.
Amy didn't betray Jewel to become the attack dog of someone else!
Still, she couldn't go far without at least some supports. And without money. Selena was still a better boss than Jewel, even though that didn't mean much. Anyone would be a better boss than Jewel...
Amy quickly sized Pamela up.
Not perfect, but close enough... “Well, if the intendancy couldn't give me a uniform, I'll just have to take care of it myself...”
She took the woman's dark blue cap and put in on her head. Then she unlaced the blonde's thick black shoes and removed them; unbuckled her dark blue pants, took off the belt on which Pamela's handcuffs and weapons were strapped, and slid down the blonde's pants, revealing plain white panties. She lifted the light blue uniform shirt, then lifted the woman's upper body and her arms to take the garment off, before doing the same with the grey tank top underneath. Pamela's t-shirt full-cup bra was also plain and white, matching the panties.
Apparently, she wasn't in the mood to waste time choosing more exotic lingerie this morning. She was probably worried for her sister.
Using the guard's own handcuffs and the remaining tape, she bound and gagged Pamela, and left her seated near the other guard.
Then she put on her new clothes.
Now fully disguised, she sent a quick text to Tiffany, and another to Lizéa.
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Fifth, now that nobody can see her through the security cameras, Tiffany takes control of the infirmary. If we respect the schedule, Reka's interview will end around the same time.
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The nurse was a tall busty woman. She had mousy blond hair tied up in a ponytail that was resting on her shoulder, and light grey eyes. Some locks of hair were dyed blue. Her badge was reading: 'Mercedes'.
“Don't worry.” she said to Tiffany while rummaging through the shelves of the infirmary. “We have medicine to help you digest.”
The dark-brown-haired woman was lying on the infirmary bed, still pretending to have a stomach aches. “Thanks a lot... You're a doll.”
Tiffany looked at the woman's figure, and at her white nurse uniform: a white blouse, white pants, and white slippers. She admired the woman's busty chest.
Finally. A disguise that will not compress by breasts.
Tiffany was about to get out of the bed and jump the nurse, but quickly stopped when the woman turned around again. She gave the nurse her most innocent smile.
Mercedes held out to her a plastic cup of water. A white tablet was dissolving in the water. Tiffany pretended to have a spasm and dropped the goblet on the floor.
“Oh, sorry!”
The nurse smiled. “It's nothing.”
She leaned towards the floor to grab the plastic cup and to clean the water.
Tiffany hit her in the back to make her lose balance.
Mercedes fell on the floor. “Oof!”
“Tallyho!” Tiffany exclaimed.
She jumped on the poor unlucky nurse.
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Under her uniform, Mercedes was wearing a white support bra with little red crosses and matching panties.
With all the rolls of medical tape in the shelves of the infirmary, Tiffany wasn't in need of tools to truss up her victim. Though she still tried to be parsimonious, as she knew that Mercedes wasn't going to be the last woman she would restrain today. Therefore, she decided to keep it simple. She wrapped the woman's wrists and legs in tape, as well as her lower face after shoving a few bandages into her mouth.
Then, Tiffany took off her current disguise to slip into the nurse uniform. She looked at herself in the mirror of the infirmary.
“Well, up close, I don't think this will fool anyone. Still, it's better than nothing.” she commented to the unconscious Mercedes. “You have my utmost gratitude for sharing my bust size.”
She opened one of the cupboards of the room and shoved Mercedes inside. Tiffany pushed the nurse's legs to make the woman's unconscious body fit inside, then she closed the cupboard door. Given how tight the fit was inside, Mercedes would have a hard time moving her limbs to struggle against her bonds, even though only her wrists and ankles were bound.
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Seventh, as she was instructed by Aeris and I, Reka will ask one of her teammates to pretend to be sick.
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After the end of her interview, Reka was escorted back to the cell she shared with Lucina and Amara. Karin and Kjelle were locked a few cells to the left, Helen and Coral a few cells to the right.
Lucina and Amara were bickering with each other. They always were when Reka wasn't here. And sometimes even when she was here...
She looked at the two women who shared her cell.
Lucina was from Ares. She had bluish-black midback-long hairn brown eyes, and a light skin.
Amara was from Olympus. Some strands of her short black hair were still dyed red, even after several months without applying hair paint. She had a light skin and dark brown eyes.
I will have to send the least suspicious of my girls. Reka thought to herself.
The one who seems so dumb that the guards couldn't consider her a true threat...
“Lucina, pretend you're sick and have a guard take you to the infirmary.”
The latter, interrupted in the middle of her quarrel, looked at her.
“What?! Why would I...”
“Pretend you're sick and have a guard take you to the infirmary.” Reka repeated through her gritted teeth. “Do it now or I'll give you a good reason to want to go there...”
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Eighth, once Reka sends someone to the infirmary, the fun begins...
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Tiffany heard someone open the door. A guard entered the infirmary. She had shoulder-long dark brown hair and chestnut eyes. She was escorting a woman with bluish black midback-long hair and brown eyes whose hands were cuffed.
“Mercedes, I'm bringing you this one. She claims she's sick. If you ask me, she's just only doing it for the attention...”
The guard stopped when she saw that she woman in front of her was not Mercedes.
“You're not the nurse!”
Tiffany punched her in the stomach, then knocked her out with a neck chop.
“Perceptive, uh?” she commented.
Lucina looked at her with a dumbfounded expression.
“Who are you?”
“I'm the cavalry. Now, don't just stand there. We still have to break out the others.”
“What do I do?”
“You take her uniform, then you bring two of your friends here, one after the other. One of my accomplices will bring us to more guards willing to... ''donate'' their uniforms...”
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“You sure Pamela needs both of us at the infirmary?” the first warden asked. She had a white skin with freckles on her cheeks, ginger red hair tied up into a short ponytail, with segmented bangs framing her face, and amber eyes.
“Because we're not supposed to leave our post...” the second warden added. She had shoulder-long chestnut brown hair, a tanned skin and brown eyes. Some strands of her hair were dyed red.
“Yes. The bimbo who fainted is one heavy cow. The four of us will help carry her.”
“I see that you managed to find a uniform after all.” the red-haired guard said. “But how did you do it?”
Amy smiled. “I found a way.”
She opened the door of the infirmary, and allowed the two guards to enter first. She heard one of them exclaim: “You're not the nurse!”
Amy chuckled and closed the door to muffle the sounds of the punches and the grunts.
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'Ginger' also had freckles on her shoulders, that were revealed after she was stripped of her uniform. She was wearing a white bra with green four-leafed clovers and matching boyshorts.
Her chestnut-brown-haired colleague was also stripped, and now only clad in puce cheeky panties and a matching demi-cup bra.
Both women were mummified from ankles to shoulders with medical tape. The same medical tape was generously wrapped around their lower faces to gag them.
Tiffany dragged each woman and stored them in a corner of the room, behind the curtain usually used to give the patients on the bed some privacy. The first guard, the one who was mugged to give Lucina a disguise, was already there. Since Tiffany was alone to secure her while Lucina was changing herself, this guard was lucky enough to not be turned into a mummy. Only her writs and her ankles were taped, though she was gagged just as thouroughly. She was wearing a tight red thong and a sultry black brassiere.
Though perhaps she would wish she was mummified once she woke up with her sexy lingerie in full display...
Lucina had brought Helen and Coral. The first was a blond-haired blue-eyed white-skinned woman with midback long hair, the second a brown-haired green-eyed tanned-skinned woman whith shoulder-long hair.
Helen and Coral finished disguising themselves with the two guards' discarded uniforms.
Tiffany smiled, looking at the infirmary door.
“And now for the next part...”
A few minutes later, the door opened. Two other guards entered the infirmary. The first was tall, had brown eyes, and brown hair with a few strands of grey hair. The second was pale, had raven black hair, and black eyes.
The two women stopped in their tracks.
“You're not the nurse!” one of them said.
Tiffany, Lucina, Helen, and Coral grabbed the two guards while Amy was closing the door. It didn't take them long to knock them out.
“Lucina, bring two other friends.” Tiffany said. “We'll strip these two in the meantime. Amy, find us two more bimbos.”
“I think we're out of female guards in this building.” the other woman informed her.
“Then find something else.”
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When Lucina returned with Kjelle and Karin, the two prison guards were already stripped to their respective sets of peach and navy blue underwear. Tiffany, Helen, and Coral were busy mummifying them with tape.
“Welcome!” the busty woman said. She pointed at the two discarded sets of prison guard unforms. “Help yourselves, the more the merrier!”
Kjelle and Karin looked at each other, smiled, and eagerly complied.
Kjelle was a tall muscular black-haired brown-eyed light-skinned woman with a ching-long bob cut
Karin was a blond-haired blue-eyed light-skinned woman with short hair.
“Now what?” Lucina asked.
“Now, you bring Reka and your last friend here.” Tiffany said. “Amy will bring two more suckers to divest.”
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“Are you sure we're needed?” the first janitress said. She had copper red hair tied into a tight bun, green eyes, and a slightly tanned skin.
“Because we have other parts to clean first.” her colleague added. She had loose armpit-long light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a dark skin.
Both were wearing a dark blue janitress uniform.
This is getting old... Amy thought to herself.
I have the biggest feeling of déjà vu right now...
“Did you say something?” the second janitress said.
“I... I said that yes, it's important. The delivery woman who came today got food poisoning. She made a mess in the infirmary.”
She opened the door of the infirmary, and allowed the two cleaning ladies to enter first. She heard one of them exclaim: “You're not the nurse!”
Amy sighed and rolled her eyes.
Thank Goodness they're the last ones... She closed the door to muffle the sounds of the punches and the grunts.
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Reka and Amara disguised themselves with the two unlucky cleaning women's uniforms.
The janitress with copper red hair was now only clad in an orange tanga and a beige push-up bra. The one with light brown hair was wearing lavender bikini panties and a light purple bra with a floral pattern on the cups and the straps.
They were out of medical tape. Therefore, they used scalpels to cut the discarded orange prisoner clothes they were now having in big quantities, and turned them into make-shift ropes and cleave-gags. They shoved into each woman's mouth her own pair of socks, gagged them, and tied their ankles, their knees, and their wrists. Finally, they dragged them to the right of the line of stripped bound-and-gagged prison guards. Some of them were waking up, and mewling in their gags to no avail.
Reka was smiling brightly. “I know we don't have much time for the effusive expression of joy, but I wanted to tell you that I'm delighted to see you all free. We are back on track!”
Her statement was met with exclamations of joy.
“Now let's go. I don't think they will be happy when they'll notice that the infirmary is holding seven trussed up women in their underwear.” Reka said.
The cupboard door burst open, and the bound-and-gagged Mercedes fell on the floor. Apparently, the lock broke. It wasn't made to handle a woman's full body weight. The unlucky nurse was awake now. She was wriggling. Her screams were muffled by her gag.
“Eight.” she corrected. “Eight trussed up women in their underwear.”
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Epilogue:
Leaving the prison complex proved to be easier than expected.
Sure, they had to knock out a few guards to pass the gates. However, with their prison guard uniforms, approaching their preys was easy. They simply had to make sure that Reka, Amara, and Tiffany stayed out of sight. Aeris, Lizéa, and Yuki had already left, still under their guise of Jade, her assistant, and her driver.
They hid in Tiffany's delivery van.
Selena was waiting for them in a minibus at a safe distance of the prison complex. They abandoned the delivery van and entered the minibus.
Reka sat in the passenger seat and squeezed the redhead's shoulder.
“Thank you.” she said.
Selena smiled sheepishly. Receiving compliments was always enjoyable. “You know, I'm actually surprised everything went according to plan. This is so rare...” she answered.
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They regrouped with Max in one of their hideouts. Reka and her girls were all very excited, overjoyed by their newfound freedom. Lizéa and her team were happily discussing with each other. Amy was walking in silence and away from the others.
Max was alone.
“Did everything go according to plan?” Selena asked him.
“I left Coraline in the van with the others, as you instructed. They weren't happy, but they should be found eventually.”
“We could have made a little more money by ransoming them... Or selling them...” Lizéa intervened.
“We didn't have the time.” Selena said. “Besides, Max and I aren't exactly on good terms with the human trafficking rings.”
“You may want to have a carreer change anyway.” Max intervened. “With the recent international crisis between Frontier and the Federation that is greatly hurting their incomes, and now with Boss Carnela crushing them one after another, most of the remaining human trafficking rings will be dismantled before the end of the year...”
Reka interrupted him. “Maxie, we have more urgent matters to discuss.”
“What?” Selena asked.
“Well, first, to thank the people who helped Selena and Maxie break us out.”
She bowed her head to them.
“You have my gratitude.”
Lizéa smiled and curtsied. “At your service. Don't hesitate to call us again. You'll get your money's worth.” Tiffany was smiling, Yukia was beaming with pride, Aeris was looking uneasy.
Amy didn't say anything. She was sullenly looking at the exit of the warehouse, in front of which Reka was standing.
“Then, we have to decide something.” Reka added.
“Which is?” Selena asked.
“How we are going to have our revenge on the bimbos who sent us to prison, of course.”
Her statement was met with thoughtful silences.
Coral and Kjelle were nodding. Amara was smiling. Karin was lighting a cigarette. Helen was remaining impassive. Lucina was blinking.
Reka didn't notice Selena's expression darken. The redhead stopped smiling.
Amy was the first to break the silence.
“Well, this was a fun ride, really. But I'm not interested in this new mission. So I'll just take my money, and bid you farewell.”
She attempted to leave.
Reka grabbed her by the collar. “And where do you think you're going?”
“Uh. Far away from here?”
“Don't you want revenge?”
“Revenge doesn't pay the bills. And there's a lounge chair with my name on it waiting for me in Frontier...” Amy retorted. “So, if you could just let me go...?”
“And let you snitch on us to the cops? I said you had my gratitude, but I'm not an idiot. Selena told me everything I needed to know about you, Amy Phocas. For now, you stay with us.”
“And what do I receive in exchange?”
“You get to live.”
Moment of silence.
“You're driving a hard bargain.” Amy finally said.
“Don't be a coward, there will be money at stake. Lots of money.”
“Now, that's interesting...” Lizéa intervened with a smile. “Even if little Amy is too much of a wuss, you can count me and my girls in!”
Reka smiled. “Then so be it. Welcome on board.”
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Half-an-hour later, they were all able to relax. Each group split up in a different part of the warehouse.
Most of Reka's henchwomen were outside. After all this time spent in prison, they needed to walk and enjoy their freedom.
Lizéa and her teammates were discussing together inside the building, isolated from the others.
“I don't think I want to work with this Reka woman.” Aeris said. “Things are getting out of hand. Kidnapping is one thing, murder is another.”
“Why should we care?” Tiffany retorted. “I'm not paid to babysit the bimbos who humiliated us. And you heard Reka. It's a vendetta. You can't argue with an Ares vendetta, it's sacred.”
“I'm not very keen on doing it either.” Yuki intervened. “Selena alone was cool to work for, but Reka and most of her henchwomen seem a little too... hardcore.”
Lizéa looked at Aeris and Yuki. “Think of the revenge! Think of the money! The money, girls! You still need money, don't you?”
Yuki hesitated, but then she nodded. “I'll follow you... I trust you, boss.”
Aeris kept silent.
“A mother's first care is her child's safety, isn't it?” Lizéa insisted to convince the light-brown-haired woman. “With this one last mission, you could have enough money for...”
“I know.”
Lizéa didn't insist more. She knew the former nurse well. Aeris was going to say 'yes', even if she disliked it. Too much money was at stake to miss the opportunity.
Lizéa suddenly felt a hand touch her butt and jumped in surprise.
Tiffany smiled at her. “By the way, I haven't forgotten about what you told me at the hospital. You still have to make it up to me.”
Lizéa suddenly felt very hot in the collar.
“My room. Tonight.” the busty woman added.
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Once she was alone with Max, Reka allowed herself to show how overjoyed she was.
“I thank you for breaking us out, Maxie. I owe you one.”
The small man nodded.
“Are you sure you want to go through your revenge?” he asked.
“I'm from Ares, Maxie. I can't renounce a vendetta. Will you help me?”
“Or course.”
“With our resources and the team Selena assembled, it will be a piece of cake...” the black-haired woman continued. “First, we will need to find where they're hiding. They are probably under some kind of witness protection program... Or at least they will be once the news of our escape spreads.”
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Selena was pacing back and forth, alone in a room with Lucina.
“Why are you looking so glum?” Lucina asked her. “You did it! You saved all of us!” She hesitated. “You... You will not rub it too much in my face, right?” She was looking so genuinely worried that, in other circumstances, Selena would have found the situation very amusing.
“I should have known it.” the redhead said. “I should have known that Reka wouldn't give up on her revenge.”
“It's not a revenge, it's a vendetta.” Lucina corrected her.
“Don't play with words, and don't play smart!”
“Sorry! It's just... Didn't you break her out? Doesn't that mean that you agree with her?”
“I broke *you* out of prison!” Selena corrected her friend. “Breaking all the others out was a nice bonus, and I'm happy to have done it, but I did all these efforts for you first and foremost!”
“Wow.” The other woman lowered her head a little. “I... I don't even know what to say... Thanks...”
“And I didn't do all these efforts to see you go back to prison, or to go to prison myself. I don't care about this revenge. This vendetta isn't mine. Reka is a good boss, and Sao was one too, but we tried once to avenge her and it didn't work out at all for us.”
“Does it mean...?”
“Yes. It means that I want out. Will you be coming with me?”
Lucina bit her lips. Then she nodded.
“Just like in the army.”
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Currently, Coraline really wanted to be elsewhere. The ropes were already very uncomfortable – had she been given the choice, she would have preferred to be zip-tied. And she hated the taste of the rags inside her mouth. Not to mention the tape that was pulling on her skin. However, these weren't the worst.
The worst was the noise.
There were four women with her inside the back of the van. Four bound-and-gagged underwear-clad women thrashing against their bonds, grunting and mewling in their gags. The noise was unbearable.
At least, she could find solace in the fact that she still had her clothes, contrary to everyone else in the vehicle...
Suddenly, to her relief, she heard voices coming from outside.
“That's the suspicious vehicle that was reported to us.”
Coraline and her four companions in misfortunes made as much noise as they could to catch their attention.
“Prim, I think there are people inside...”
“Of course there are. And I even think I know what we will find.”
“Shouldn't we... open it?”
“First, I'm calling for reinforcements.”
“Uh?”
“The last time we were sent on our own, just the two of us, we were assaulted, mugged, and left trussed up. Well, not this time. The people inside the van can wait a few more minutes...”
Oh, come on!
THE END
