Thanks for the kind words! You're right, Karima will have a lot to worry about in this story - the title of this volume is quite intentional.
Marina has become one of my favorite characters to write for, due to her cheeky sense of humor (often involving puns or wordplay). It's always fun to top off a clothing steal with a little comedy. And I agree that chefs/cooks are an undervalued stock among uniform thieves, which is why there were a couple in the previous volume, and now Alejandra in this one. (And you can make all the cooking puns you want - I'm not one to judge! )
I kept Zuhal and Moira's identities a secret in the first chapter to generate some early suspense. But now that most of the main characters have been introduced (except maybe two or three who we'll meet later), the story can start gathering steam. I hope to have the next chapter up soon.
1) first of all I want to know some more detail about the "white uniform" of the guards in the mysterious Island
( not no mention the announced "gold-colored uniforms"... )
did you take the inspiration from something in the 'real world'? at first ( namely at the end of "To Stea la Spacesuit vol.2" ) I was considering the possibility it was a tropical uniform, given the environment
2) again I admit I am a bit worried about the uniforms/costumes of the color guards. If Alejandra is wearing one of them, (with the obvious addition of an apron) then I am confused... for all I know color guards rarely wear skirts, but an unique costume
3) and finally I have to say that there is a special , strong sensual tension, real adrenaline in the final part of the installment... not just the scene with Farah and Alejandra in itself ( indeed a beautiful scene, with the mugged girl crying because of the understandable mental collapse...) ; it's something more; it's the arrival on the stage of the real object of desire...the first of the color guard teams is coming, they are practicing just out there...
1) I picture the island uniforms to be skintight bodysuits, the kind you sometimes see women wearing in action cartoons. (Like the main characters in Totally Spies.)
2) Alejandra isn't a color guard member, she's a cook working at the university with the job of making dinner for the color guard team. Farah takes her place as part of her own plan. (No color guard girls have appeared in the story so far, though they will soon.)
Haha very true. Although I'm just happy I know which character is the most wanted.
Well I can assure you, whether the next part takes a day, a week or even a month I'm certain I'll be looking forward to it and I'm certain I will enjoy it.
Took the time to make a pause and read the latest post. You nicely played with my expectatives, with the supposed gunwoman coming for Bridget turning out to be an ally (for now) and the infiltrator in the same building as Bobbi and Felicia turning out to be Moira, who makes her grand return. Nothing much more to say for now. The different storylines are being set up. I agree that it's always refreshing to have rarely-used uniform, such as cooks', be stolen.
Trackman: That's great to hear! I hope to have the next chapter up very shortly.
Rufusluciusivan: I had tried to find a way to bring Moira back in Volume 3, but it didn't quite work out. So I'm happy to have her back for Volume 4. Ditto Zuhal, whom I quite enjoyed writing for in "To Steal a Sports Team." And I'll try to find other uncommon uniforms for our characters to steal - they can't mug maids and security guards all the time.
Carolyn yawned and stretched, setting down her paperback novel. She ran her fingers through her long red hair. "Don't know why I'm so tired," she said. "It's barely sunset."
Atsuko entered, carrying two steaming cups of hot chocolate. "Can't claim to know," she said. "But I think I have the cure."
Carolyn chuckled as her wife sat down on the sofa beside her. "Careful... don't spill anything. This couch is impossible to clean."
Atsuko handed her one of the mugs. "So it might get a little stained... I say it's worth it."
The two women sipped the drinks and chatted about their day.
"How was work?" Carolyn asked.
"Same as ever," Atsuko replied. "Ms. Steele is still a tyrant, but at least she knows how to run an office. How about you?"
"Well, I've got a long trip tomorrow. I..."
She was interrupted by a ring of the doorbell.
"Now who could that be?" Atsuko peeked out the front window and smiled. "Honey, you didn't tell me you ordered takeout."
Indeed, there was a woman in red-and-white striped uniform shirt, skirt, sunglasses, and baseball cap standing on their doorstep, holding a box of food.
Carolyn looked confused. "I didn't order anything," she said. "Must have the wrong house." She got up and walked to the front door.
Opening it, she smiled at the woman. "Hi... sorry. I think you have the wrong..."
She gasped as the woman raised her head.
"I've been getting that reaction a lot lately," Zuhal smiled.
Carolyn tried to shut the door, but Zuhal stuck her foot in the frame and forced it back open. ""Now, Carolyn, is that any way to treat an old friend?" She stepped inside the house.
"You..." Carolyn stammered. "You promised to leave me alone!"
"I made no such promise," Zuhal replied, shutting the door. "And now I could really use your help."
"Carol, who's this?" Atsuko asked.
Zuhal smiled at her. "Ah, just the person I wanted to see."
"What do you...?" Atsuko tilted her head. "Say... aren't you that nurse who paid us a house call recently?"
Zuhal grinned and removed her cap. "Guilty as charged, my dear. Although I'm not a real nurse... Nor a real delivery girl, for that matter."
"Please..." Carolyn was shaking. "Please don't hurt us."
Zuhal stroked Carolyn's cheek. "My dear, I wouldn't dream of hurting you. In fact... I need your help."
Atsuko was growing more confused by the moment. "Please, ma'am, who are you?"
"We'll get to the pleasantries later," Zuhal said. "For now, I need your help to break into Cerberus Chemicals."
Atsuko raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
"I did just a little research on you and your wife after our last meeting," Zuhal explained. "And one of the things I recall learning is that you work for Cerberus. Now I need your hep to get me in. And don't worry, it's for a good reason."
Atsuko glanced at Carolyn, who simply shook her head sadly. "I... We have to listen to her. She could kill us."
"That's right, I could," Zuhal nodded. "But I won't, so long as you help me. Deal?"
Atsuko looked at her frightened wife, then back to the grinning Zuhal.
"Okay... deal."
"Excellent! Follow me."
Zuhal led the two women outside to her waiting delivery van. "Hop in the back," she said. "I'll explain the details on the way."
Carolyn and Atsuko opened the doors to the back of the van. They were stunned to see a woman lying there, with hazel eyes and a blonde ponytail, dressed only in an electric blue push-up bra and apricot-hued panties. She was gagged and bound with copious levels of green duct tape.
"That's the real takeout woman," Zuhal explained. "I had to..." She pulled off her sunglasses. "...take her out."
Neither Carolyn nor Atsuko laughed.
Zuhal sighed. "We'll drop her somewhere in the woods on the way. Let's go, ladies." She got in and started the engine.
As the van pulled away from the curb, its two newest passengers tried to make themselves comfortable.
Carolyn turned to Atsuko. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "This is my fault. I didn't think she'd ever come back."
Atsuko squeezed her wife's hand. "It's okay, honey," she whispered with a weak smile. "Explain later. For now, let's just... try to stay alive."
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By the time Sonja and Chandra made it to Sublevel 4, the meeting room was nearly full. They found two seats at the back and made themselves comfortable.
"Will they be serving popcorn?" Sonja whispered.
"Shhh," Chandra replied. "It's starting."
Lorelei stood at the front of the room, beside a large slide projector. "Good evening, ladies," she addressed the dozen or so agents. "For those who don't know me, I am Lorelei Griffiths, Chief Task Force Officer of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Unit 47B."
"Try printing that on a name tag," Sonja whispered.
"Shhhhhh."
Lorelei pressed a remote in her hand, and the slide came up. A brown-skinned woman with dark hair and a cruel glint in her eye appeared onscreen.
"Karima al-Bariqi," Lorelei said. "One of the most dangerous criminals in the world - and the most evasive. We've been trying to catch her for years, with no success."
Sonja squinted. "Hey, Chan... isn't that the maid who attacked us at the mansion last week?"
Chandra's eyes widened. "I think it is."
"I came close to catching her not long ago," Lorelei continued. "But she proved... trickier than expected."
She glanced to the front row of the room. From their seats, Verna and Doreen nodded.
"But no longer," Lorelei said. "From now on, all the women in this room are a part of my latest task force. We are devoted to a singular purpose: Capturing Karima and bringing her to justice."
The women applauded. Chandra and Sonja did, too.
"Fortunately," Lorelei continued, "we managed to capture a couple of Karima's henchwomen during the Steele mansion raid last week. We're holding them for interrogation in the prison base on Sublevel 7."
"Maybe that's where they're keeping Lucille, too," Chandra whispered.
"Hope so," Sonja replied.
Both women continued to listen attentively as Lorelei outlined the plans for the task force. But they were also thinking up plans of their own...
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It was almost sunset by the time Bobbi and Felicia returned to Bridget's apartment. Sensing their friend was probably preoccupied, Felicia used her key to unlock the door.
Bridget was indeed preoccupied, typing away at her laptop. But she looked up and smiled as her young friends entered. "Hi, girls. How did it go?"
"Didn't find much," Bobbi admitted. "Turns out most of Rucon's files are digitized and encrypted, so there wasn't much to steal. I did locate an old file room and snapped a few photos, but the most recent paper files I could find were from way back in 2010... pretty much everything since then is computerized."
Bridget sighed. "Technology... I remember when everything was paper. I used to sneak into offices, sift through file cabinets, make copies of everything I needed... all while the secretary I replaced lay tied up in a janitor's closet." She chuckled. "Good times. Speaking of which..." She eyed Felicia. "You still honoring your bet?"
Felicia nodded. "Didn't mug a single woman at Rucon."
"Weren't much help, either," Bobbi scoffed. "Oh! You'll never guess who I bumped into at the factory."
"Was it Moira?" Bridget asked.
Bobbi eyed her in surprise. "Lucky guess."
"Not really. I spotted her at the office yesterday, lurking around my desk. She probably heard me mention something about Rucon. I think she's still trying to steal my stories before I publish them."
Bobbi scowled. "She's so awful."
Felicia nodded in agreement. "Anyway, how was your day?"
Bridget thought for a moment. "Actually," she said, "I've been doing some... private research."
"On what?"
"On Karima." Bridget decided not to mention anything about Zuhal's visit. "She tried to kill us not long ago... She may try it again. I'm using my news contacts to see if we can track her down... maybe finally bring her to justice."
Felicia pulled up a chair. "Sounds interesting. What have you found?"
"So far, not much," Bridget admitted. "News clippings are pretty sparse. Although from what I've found..."
"Yes?" Bobbi was intrigued as well.
"It looks like Karima was arrested - once, twelve years ago. Spent a night in jail for vandalism. A report was filed, but never followed up on, since she didn't have a criminal history at the time. It's probably been forgotten by the authorities."
"Where was this?" Felicia asked.
"It was in Cape Coral," Bridget replied. "Not far from here. I was thinking of driving there tonight. Wanna come?"
Felicia smiled, as did Bobbi. "Do you even have to ask?"
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The Jacksonville Jades entered the dining hall, each hungrier than the next. The eight young women, all in their early twenties, were dressed in skintight light green sequined leotards with a dark green stripe along the side, chatting happily among themselves following their final practice day.
Also entering the hall was the team's coach, a well-toned woman in a green tracksuit, her blonde hair tied back into a braided ponytail. "You had a good workout today, ladies," she said, before turning toward the kitchen. "Food ready?"
"Just about," a woman's voice called back.
Farah doted over the soup pot, and was at last convinced it was finished cooking. She was also convinced that the "special" ingredient she had added would not be detected by any of the hungry girls.
Farah brought out the soup pot and began ladling its contents out into round metal bowls. "Come and get it, girls," she called sweetly.
One by one, the color guard girls lined up to get their food. One of their number, a fussy brunette named Priscilla, scoffed at the idea of eating on the night before a competition - until a stern look from the coach convinced her to take a serving for herself.
Farah watched the unsuspecting girls and their coach eat with great interest. So far, all was going according to plan. Still, she needed a suitable mode of transport, and quickly.
As if in answer to her prayers, the cafeteria doors opened, and in strutted a tall, dark-skinned woman in black uniform and cap. The girls' bus driver, no doubt. And, Allah be praised, roughly Farah's equal in size.
"Hey, coach," the bus driver said. "I've got the bus ready outside. When do you want to go to the stadium?"
"Another forty-five minutes, Marissa," the coach replied. "I want the girls to get a look at their playing field before tomorrow's game, but I'd like them to squeeze in some last-minute practice first."
From nearby, Farah smiled. Forty-five minutes... plenty of time to put the next stage of her plan into action.
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Following the recent spate of bombings and infiltration-related attacks in the area recently, Cerberus Chemicals had increased their security force. New guards were hired, new security cameras were installed, all with the purpose of stopping any unwanted intruders.
Tonight, it would prove to be a futile attempt.
Toshiko glanced over the bushes, staring at the fenced-in Cerberus facility. "I always love a challenge," she chuckled. "Too bad these places never provide me with one."
"Ggggmmmmmpppphhhhh!!"
Toshiko sighed. "Can't you mug that woman more quietly?"
She turned to Cassandra, who was currently wrestling one of the guards to the ground. The woman was dressed in a typical Cerberus security uniform - blue button-down shirt, black tie, black pants and oxford shoes, with sunglasses over her eyes and a blue baseball cap over her sandy blonde hair.
"Sorry, Tosh," Cassandra said. "We got a live one here."
Toshiko scowled. "Don't call me 'Tosh'... Use my full name if you must, or call me 'boss'... don't use childish nicknames."
Cassandra nodded. "Sure thing." Gee, what a grouch, she thought to herself.
The guard continued struggling. Cassandra tightened her sleeper hold. "Good lord, woman, just pass out already."
"I like her," Marina said, observing the struggle from nearby. "Most security guards seem to go down so easily when we mug them... It's fun to find the occasional guard who tries to fight back."
"Maybe fun for you," Cassandra retorted. "But she's getting on my nerves... Ah, there we go..."
The woman's struggles had begun to subside. Her feet slowed their kicking. Another ten seconds and she was unconscious.
"Well, that only took forever," Toshiko said dryly. "Now hurry up and get into her uniform."
"I know, I know." Cassandra had already begun unbuttoning the woman's shirt.
Marina sidled up to Toshiko. "You really think we can keep this up? Three women on the team instead of six?"
"Of course we can keep it up," Toshiko replied. "Just be smart and professional and don't make any mistakes."
"Ah, of course. Sounds... easy enough."
By now, Cassandra had stripped the guard down to her orange racerback bra and blue-and-green-striped bikini panties. She then began dressing in the woman's uniform.
"Tie her up," she told Marina.
"I give the orders around here," Toshiko said. Then she turned to Marina. "Tie her up."
Cassandra grit her teeth, but said nothing as Marina picked up the duct tape and hurried to oblige.
Once Cassandra was fully disguised, she stepped out into the clearing.
"Find two more guards," Toshiko whispered from the bushes. "And make sure they're the right size this time. The uniforms you get me are always too small."
"Maybe your ass is just too big," Cassandra muttered.
"What?"
"I said if you ask, I will give."
"Good, good. Get moving."
Cassandra stepped toward the fence and rounded the corner. Two other guards were posted by the rear entrance, looking rather bored.
"Hey," Cassandra beckoned to them. "I found someone trying to break in. Come on, quick."
Intrigued, the two women followed Cassandra around the corner, to the underbrush.
Cassandra pointed. "There, look..."
The two guards peeked behind the bushes. One of them, a lean, muscular blonde, frowned. "I don't see anything."
She heard an "Uuunngghh!" and looked behind her. Cassandra had just knocked her redheaded associate out with her gun-butt.
The redhead collapsed to the ground, and Cassandra raised her weapon to the blonde. "Huh. I guess some of you do go down pretty easy."
Toshiko poked her head out from behind some trees. "Hurry, Cass, let's go. Before you're caught on camera."
The blonde raised her hands. "What the hell is happening?"
"You're being mugged," Cassandra explained. "Drag your friend behind the bushes. Now, please."
Faced with the gun, the blonde did as she was ordered. Once they were all out of sight, Marina stepped out from behind the trees as well. "Ooh, great size choice, Cass!"
The blonde looked up at Marina. Then her eyes widened. "You!"
Marina stared at her blankly. "Do I know you?" Then she smiled. "Oh, my gosh... Vonda?"
"Get away from me, you bitch!" Vonda staggered back, tripping over her unconscious friend.
"Marina, who is this?" Toshiko asked.
"Guys, this is amazing," Marina said. "This is Vonda. She's the guard I mugged for her uniform last week at Dennison. And now here she is at Cerberus! How about that!"
"You stole my clothes... tied me up... stuffed me in a crate!" Vonda spat. "I quit Dennison and got a job here... hoping it would be more normal!"
"It is more normal," Marina replied. "I won't be stuffing you in a crate this time."
Vonda bit her lip in anger, but knew better than to argue with the gun. She lowered her head and began unbuttoning her uniform.
"I should've stayed at Dennison," she muttered.
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Had Vonda been able to see what was happening at Dennison Drilling that night, perhaps she would count her lucky stars. Certainly it was humiliating for a woman to have her clothes stolen twice in a matter of weeks - but perhaps she could take comfort in knowing that there were some things even more humiliating than that.
Sabira pulled the van up to the rear entrance of Dennison, parking it in a secluded area.
"Stay here," Karima told her. "Yasmin and I will come running if there are any problems."
"But there won't be," Yasmin smiled "Because we're amazing."
"This still seems... weird," Sabira noted. "Like, it's not the sort of job we're usually hired for."
"Perhaps," Karima nodded. "But we're low on cash, and this job presents a good opportunity to refill our coffers. Let's go."
She and Yasmin crept toward the fence surounding Dennison. Finding a loosened portion of the fence, they managed to squeeze through, and ducked for cover behind a large oil derrick.
"First things first," Karima said. "Let's find some suitable clothes."
Yasmin rubbed her hands together. "I was hoping you'd say that."
The two women heard footsteps approaching. Karima put a finger to her lips. They peered out of the shadows to see a pair of factory workers in green coveralls walking down the gravel path.
"I dunno, Marla," a woman's voice was saying. "Maybe we ought to quit this job and find something safer. Like, I dunno, lion taming."
"Calm down, Cara," her friend replied. "So we got mugged a couple of times for our uniforms. It's not like it was our fault."
"Kinda feels like it is," Cara shot back. "It's our fault for not quitting this insane place."
Marla sighed. "Honey... Dennison offers great health benefits, incredible care packages, and the best pension fund in the county. We get everything we need here. Besides," she chuckled, "it's not like it could..."
Cara's eyes bulged. "Don't say it!"
"... happen again." Marla finished in confusion. "Why, what's wrong?"
Strong hands suddenly grabbed the women's arms. Cara glared at Marla. "I told you not to say... hhmmmmpppphhh!"
The women were forcefully handgagged and pulled into the shadows.
Indeed, Vonda would probably count herself fortunate if she could see the situation at Dennison as, for the third time in as many weeks, Cara and Marla were knocked out and stripped of their uniforms.
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Cheryl laced her fingers as she glared at the laptop screen before her. The feed was currently playing security camera footage from earlier in the day.
A well-dressed woman in her early thirties, Cheryl had attained quite a bit of power for someone her age. The brown-haired, well-tanned CEO of Rucon Steel expected things at her factory to run smoothly - particularly the more illegal aspects of her operation - and was always concerned when anything seemed to go wrong.
Today, a few things seemed to be going wrong.
Pausing the feed, Cheryl turned to Linda. "So," she said slowly, "it appears we have intruders at Rucon."
Although Rucon featured mostly male security staff, the chief of security - and Cheryl's most trusted associate - was Linda, a tall, athletic woman with very dark skin and short black hair. She was always on the lookout for possible breaches at the facility, and today had found more than one.
Here she nodded. "Our cameras caught a brief glimpse of a redheaded girl hiding in one of our flatbed trucks - not disguised or anything, just trying to lay low. I did a little more digging and found footage of a blonde woman in the steelworks plant - she's dressed as an employee, but none of the supervisors I've spoken to recognize her."
Cheryl's eyes narrowed. "I thought we took care of this," she muttered. "Now people are snooping around again?"
"What do you propose?" Linda asked.
Cheryl thought. Then she smiled. "Can we contact Betty again? She helped us last time."
Linda nodded. "I already tried contacting her. She's not answering her phone."
"Well, find her. We'll need all the help we can get."
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"So you don't believe it?" Blair asked.
"Of course not," Della scoffed. "This island has been kept secret for years."
"There's no way anyone could infiltrate this place," Renée agreed. "We're like a fortress within a fortress."
The three senior-level security guards were making their rounds in one of the many long corridors in the labyrinthine island compound. All three were dressed identically - in skintight golden orange uniforms, with matching gloves and boots - though their appearances distinguished them. Blair had short light brown hair and tan skin, Della had dark skin and wore her dark hair in a ponytail, while Renée was light-skinned with her blonde hair in a bun.
"But what of those three guards they found in the forest some days ago... tied up in their underwear? They claim to have been jumped and stripped of their uniforms."
"It just means we have some pranksters in the facility," Della replied, rolling her eyes. "Nothing to get worked up about."
Pacing behind them, Renée nodded. "These junior security guards are always so jealous of us," she said. "They probably concocted this whole scheme just to waste our time."
Immediately after she finished speaking, a hand clamped over her mouth, and she was yanked into a closet with a very muffled "Mmph?"
Della and Blair continued walking, oblivious to their friend's unwanted detour. "I'm just saying," Blair continued. "The bosses should take this a little more seriously."
"They are taking it seriously," Della replied. "The three guards are spending a week or two in the hold for trying to trick us. It's what they deserve, after all."
She paused and knelt down to redo her bootlace, her back to a slightly ajar storage room door. She was abruptly handgagged and pulled backward into the room.
"Maybe I'm just paranoid," Blair admitted. "The idea that these women were mugged for their clothes does sound pretty ridiculous."
"Does it now?" asked a voice from behind her.
Blair whirled to see a tall Asian woman smiling at her, dressed in a white security uniform.
"W-where are my friends?" Blair asked. "And... why aren't you at your post?"
Dr. Chen's eyes twinkled. "I'm giving myself a promotion."
She hit Blair with a karate chop to the side of the neck. The gold-garbed woman let out an "Ooouuuggghhh" as she fell sideways. Dr. Chen deftly caught the young woman, who was already unconscious.
"Come this way, won't you?" she smiled, dragging the poor women into another nearby closet.
Minutes... long minutes passed in empty silence.
Then, almost simultaneously, three closet doors opened, and three newly "promoted" security guards stepped out. Dr. Chen, Meredith, and Lucinda adjusted their new uniforms.
Lucinda admired her reflection in a mirrored wall. "Damn, these outfits are even better than the white ones."
"Makes my ass look even bigger," Meredith grumbled.
Lucinda laughed. "Yes, exactly my point!"
Dr. Chen dragged Della and Renee into Blair's closet. "Can't have too many closets locked to the outside... People might get suspicious."
She tied them all together. Della wore a blue-and-green striped demicup bra and seafoam panties; Renee a frilly yellow bandeau bra and white tanga panties; Blair a black full-cup bra and matching boyshorts. They were all gagged with washcloths and bound with zip-ties.
"I'm always amazed at the great bonding material you can find in an ordinary storage closet," Lucinda noted.
"This is no ordinary closet," Dr. Chen replied, "because this is no ordinary facility. Let's go, ladies. We have some weaponry to steal."
Vonda, Cara and Marla, repeatedly mugged and stripped of their outfits in this saga, demonstrate and remind us the other rule of the Tirepanted Universe... all the victims and uniform donors that don't become uniform stealers and protagonists...are doomed to become victims again
and again and again
that's because the Tirepanted stories are a entropic accelerating Universe...
and being an energy-consuming process, it requires tons and tons of squirming girls stripped to their underwear tied up and gagged , crowded in vans and buses transported to unknown destination
I just couldn't resist bringing Cara and Marla back to have their uniforms stolen again. Ditto Vonda, though she only had a very brief cameo in Volume 3.
Repeat uniform victims can be fun for continuity reasons, but also because it means I don't need to keep introducing new characters/descriptions for every new scene.
I'm really enjoying all the scenes with Zahul, she's a very likable character, and the bit where she pulled out the sunglasses to make her bad pun, I'm not going to lie, I couldn't help but smile, very nice scene.
Aaahhh Felicia still holding onto her bet proudly, but I can't help but wonder, can she really do the whole two weeks or will something or someone accidentally make her change her mind, I'm genuinely looking forward to reading more on her in the future. I'm also eagerly awaiting to see what's up Farah's sleeve as well.
There was some nice banter as well between Casandra and Toshiko and I feel as though those characters are really coming into their own more and more and their scenes are naturally becoming more and more enjoyable and I always look forward to them. But if I must say I LOVED the scene with Vonda, it's always nice to see a familiar face appear for a second mugging hahaha.
I quite liked the scene with the three senior guards as well, the idea that they are being taken down one by one while the others are completely oblivious as to what's happening until it happens to them, amazing stuff.
Overall another chapter that I have thoroughly enjoyed and I can't wait to read what happens in the next part, many thanks for this.
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