Agent 0069, Chapter 3

Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright

Date: 8th May

Kanada Metroplex

For the first time since she'd gotten off the plane, Rebecca was wearing one of her bras without a single hint of the compression straps being applied. Every last bit of her rack was completely on display, and everyone was looking. The dress she was wearing was low-cut enough that a small part of her was surprised that the obviously blind man tapping his way through the lobby with a cane didn't look.

Her normally shoulder-length hair had been quickly extended to a long braid that trailed to just over her tailbase. The dress was slit high on her hip, not quite high enough to flash the straps of her panties, but only just. It clung to her everywhere, except her bust. There, it had 'too much' material, making several folds that only seemed to make her breasts larger. It was 'obviously' something that she wore for her 'partner's pleasure, and not her own.

Kemuri looked fantastic. The Nikkonese had a habit of elegant understatement that Rebecca couldn't help but envy, and the simple black tuxedo was expensive, and exquisitely tailored. That, and he wore it well. It took practice to do that. Very few people could pull it off without at least a little bit of experience. He escorted her through the lobby.

Both of them were spies, and that meant that both were skilled actors. Kemuri's eyes being locked into her cleavage while they walked was a nice touch that she 'pretended' not to notice. Not even when he almost walked into a pillar.

The limo from her hotel to Nakatomi Plaza was a nice touch, and Rebecca made a mental note to send NIS a thank you note. It was the little things that helped. Doubtless they could have gotten a limo service on short notice, but A would have shaved her and used the fur as kindling to burn her wardrobe due to the cost.

When they stepped out, Kemuri looked like he couldn't have been happier to have such a beautiful vixen on his arm. They made the rounds of the guests once inside. His persona of Minamino Shuichi was flawless; old money, socially conscious, but utterly led around by his dick. As evidenced by the fact that even when he was talking with someone else, his eyes were trying to dive all the way down Rebecca's dress. At least he was being loyal to his date, and not ogling anyone else.

Then again, almost everyone in the place was ogling her. It was the point of the dress. They talked and mingled, Rebecca doing most of the work of observing who was here, and who was pointedly not looking at her. Those would be security guards, or people who were trying to 'be casual'. She begged him to go get 'summa those li'l fried thangs' and he escorted her to the food table. "Two guards on the north exit, it's the only place that's got any kind of added security."

He offered her one of the treats from the table, indicating that she needed to open her mouth for him to feed it to her. The position she'd taken gave him a clear view of the indicated door over her shoulder.

Rebecca opened her mouth, and turned the simple act into a show. She extended her tongue out to not just be a place for the treat to land on, but something that curled and slid around his fingers. She guided his fingers into her lips with just that, and started sucking on them.

The section around her quickly grew quiet as she gave a quiet (but not too quiet) moan of pleasure, the corners of her mouth curling up as she teased. A little bit of a head bob. A little bit of a twist of the head to really sell it and show off. Tongue extending out to play across his palm.

It gave Kemuri enough time to look at what she'd indicated, though she could tell that he was having trouble focusing on it. He was playing it off as an embarrassed 'look anywhere but there' act. All part of the plan.

She tilted her head back just a bit after slipping free from his fingers. "Mo' iichii dough." It almost pained her to butcher the language like that, but it was the role.

Kemuri shook his head, refusing her request for 'one more'. He leaned in to 'rebuke his date'. "You're probably right. Those are probably mafia goons hired for a quick gig to Bomul. The one on the left shifted his grip while you weren't looking and he's missing a section of his pinky."

She winced at that. "You still want to pull a Koskov Dump? I'm game, but if that's the play we're going to make, we need to sell this right."

He gave her ass a light smack. Just enough to warn an unruly woman. "I can get in and do the sneaking and finding."

She didn't need to give him warning. The spank was his signal that he was ready, so when she screeched as if someone had dipped her tail in lava and then hauled off and slapped him, he was prepared to work with it. She started bawling her head off, screaming in a mixture of broken Nikkonese and Common as she scurried toward the guards. Her high heels made the steps short and fast, complete with all sorts of jostling and bouncing of her chest as she begged them to save her from the bad man who had just hit her.

There are two kinds of chaos. Pure, coincidental events that simply cascade into a mess, and useful chaos. With the guard's eyes on her tits, and everyone else looking the same place, Kemuri had his chance to 'run'. The fact that he ran deeper into the hotel was totally beside the point. Rebecca made sure that no one saw where he went as she tucked herself up against the guard, sobbing. Her makeup was ruined, but that was alright. She wouldn't be in her makeup by the end of the night anyway.

*

Kemuri's tuxedo had been constructed very carefully. The instant that he pushed out of the room, he tucked himself down a set of memorized corridors. By the time that he emerged on the other side, he'd worked his long hair into a man-bun, scuffed his shoes, and pulled the tie off and replaced it with a fasten-on bow tie. Switch jackets and he looked like anyone on the waitstaff. It wasn't a flawless disguise, but it was good enough.

There wasn't another way through the building to get to the room that was being guarded. It was one of the reasons that he was so sure that Rebecca was right. There was, however, a way in if you were willing to do a little second-story work. Kemuri was.

He needed nothing more than what he had on his person. Rebecca had her tools, and he had his. Gloves that looked like formal white service gloves were slipped on, and he had a lot more grip to work with. The shoes were the same way, and he had enough training that it would be enough.

Ducking out one of the service doors, he waited until the alley was clear, and then quickly scrambled up. A combination of parkour and wall climbing was enough to get him onto a landing, and then it was simply a matter of scaling from landing to landing at that point. He felt exposed, of course. But it wasn't going to be too bad. He was in black, and it was dark, and no one ever looked up. Three landings up he was on the right one to slip back inside.

Slipping the gloves back into his pockets, he brushed his shoes the other way against the back of his pants, restoring their shine. Drop the clasp-on bow tie into a trash can. Tug a couple buttons on the shirt open, flip the jacket back around and he was a casual young man that was supposed to be there.

He hoped that Rebecca was at least enjoying herself.

*

She was. More or less. Free States women had a reputation that was, generally, not deserved. On the other hand, the only way that people got that impression was the gold diggers who went overseas being the only Free Staters that most people met in person.

So when the mafia goons were faced with the impossible decision about what to do with a sobbing Southern Belle drawing far more attention than they were supposed to allow, they made the decision to pull her into the 'closed off' area, in the little lounge that the other guards were sitting in. Complete with the data that they were supposed to be guarding.

Which was absolutely not in the plan that Rebecca and Kemuri had come up with. She was supposed to just distract the guards long enough for him to get upstairs and into Bomul's suite. They'd learned that only one floor of the upscale business building had been rented besides the ground floor for the evening.

Which meant that the auction was happening here, live. And that Bomul didn't have any kind of confidence that the shady characters would play it straight. She could work with that, though she had no way to let Kemuri know.

But she could at least get the mission accomplished.

There were two men in the room with her, the other two had returned to their post. One of them was much older, but he was the larger and stronger of the two. She'd 'calmed down', and the younger one had fallen right into the pattern that she'd hoped for; pushy and suggestive.

She knew that she could manipulate these two. They didn't see anything other than a bimbo. The question was whether she could get the job done during the distraction, or if she'd need to get them unconscious and then do the hack job. The program was on her phone, which was in her clutch. The cables were on her wrist. This would be delicate. She looked at the computer again out of the corner of her eye.

It was a CyWork. That was a good thing, she had a cable that would connect to it. She couldn't talk with her support crew right now, for obvious reasons. But there would be someone in C's division who was monitoring, and they could relay important things to her through her earrings, though their standing orders were mission-critical info only.

The younger goon was trying to tell her something in Common, and she wanted to laugh. It wasn't that it was even a bad attempt. Hardly the worst she'd ever 'fallen for'. It was that in a formal sense, her Nikkonese was better than his. And his Common was obviously far worse than hers. He was getting frustrated trying to tell her how pretty she was in Common.

She was fumbling her way through Nikkonese. It was both harder, and easier than you might imagine. The structure of Nikkonese made it very, very easy to speak it badly. Many of the words were modified differently based on social standing, and familiarity, and time of day, and other things. Thus, if you just stuck with basic vocabulary you could very easily sound like a fool. An earnest fool, but a fool.

Couple that with how heavily contextualized the language was, many of the 'needed' word in Common just weren't needed. You didn't say, "I do not understand you." You just said, "Understand - not." One word.

The hardest part for Rebecca was that she was, in fact, fluent, and she was already having trouble with maintaining 'bad Nikkonese' along with an accent from the Free States that she wasn't as familiar with. "Tsu-yoy," she said, then flexed her arm. "Strong. Tsu-yoy."

He beamed, and flexed.

The other man in the room just rolled his eyes, but maintained his stoic passivity.

Rebecca had to get him involved. And she knew the way to do it. She gave the enthusiastic younger mobster a shy smile, and then motioned at his face. "Ka... kah-wah-eee." It was the wrong word, of course. And she had just mildly insulted him.

But it got the job done. The older man boomed a laugh out, slapping his knee. He spoke quickly enough that even Rachel had a hard time following him since he wasn't enunciating. "Hear that, boy? You're pretty. She likes you! Better get her number so that you can take her on a date to share a parfait and you can braid each other's hair."

This started a small shouting match between the two. The younger one insisted that she didn't know any other word for how handsome he was, and she obviously didn't think he was 'pretty' she'd said he was strong!

It gave her enough time and freedom to slip to the table with the computer. It took a bit of work with her back turned, but she got the bracelets unclasped from her wrists and quickly tugged the cable out to get it plugged in. Thankfully she didn't have to plug her phone in, that was wirelessly connected to the little device inside the bracelet.

The whole time that she was doing that, her hips were swaying. Slowly. Sensually. She reached up behind her neck as she rose up, and started to work the choker off. She tapped it twice before she did. Going dark, not in danger. Once she'd set that on the table, she twisted her arms back and started to work the zipper of the dress down.

Maybe it was the rattle of the teeth, or maybe it was coincidence, but she heard the older man cut off suddenly. She heard feet shuffling and then a sharp intake of breath as she shrugged the dress off of her shoulders. The silk whispered off of her body, clutching at the fur the whole way down.

The older man growled, and in heavily accented, but much better Common than the younger man, said, "That is a lovely sight, Vixen-san. My duty demands that I decline your offer."

Shit. If his attention wasn't wholly focused on her, then there was a very good chance that he would see the cable hooked up to the computer. And, now she wouldn't be able to use the excuse that neither of them could understand her. She heard the barest whisper from her earring. The advantage of having the ear pierced was that it transmitted sound rather well. "Beginning drive image."

It would have to do. At least the thing was turned on. If it had been fully powered down, she had no idea if the tech crew could even power it up remotely. She turned to look over her shoulder at the older man, pouting. "Ah guess Ah can understand... but y'both are purdy handsome. An' Ah ain't gunna be seein' mah boyfriend any more."

He gave her a wicked smile. "Perhaps we shall see what transpires when our duty is done. I will not stop my young friend from enjoying your offer. But I will not accept. Not until I have the chance to truly savor it." He tugged his jacket just to the side, enough to display the concealed weapon. "You will keep your hands where I can see both of them, at all times. Do you understand?"

Rebecca didn't have to pretend that the threat made her swallow. It did. The Nikkonese Mafia were reputedly extremely vicious when they wanted to be. "Yessir."

Taking a deep breath then letting it out, the older man let his jacket fall back in place, and then told the younger one, "Take her if you want. Don't make a point of flashing your ass at me. I'm not interested. If she tries anything other than lifting her tail for you, get out of my way."

*

Kemuri slipped through the door right after someone else, and as quickly as that, he was back in the shadows. What he wouldn't give for a way to radio out! There were so many criminals, internationally-wanted criminals, in this room right now that he wouldn't just be able to retire from NIS, he'd be able to run for Prime Minister on the wave of popularity alone.

If he had been able to make any of this known, of course. Which he couldn't. And he wouldn't want that job anyway. Too much paperwork. Too much politics. Kemuri would make an awful politician and he knew it. Kemuri's problem was that he was too honest to be a politician. And when one's job involved lying to most people on a daily basis, that said a lot.

He walked through the room, slipping in and taking a position as a guard by one of the more useless doors. He matched the look of the rest of the mafia, jacket and shirt and slacks, perhaps a bit smaller than westerners might want a guard to be, but quietly capable enough to convince a casual glance that he'd do what needed to be done.

He looked through the room, doing his best to keep his face at least partially obscured in shadow. Not so much that it was obvious that he was 'hiding', but enough that it would make details hard to pick out. There were two faces that he was specifically looking for, and he was about 50-50 about whether one of them would be in the room, while the other one he was almost certain would.

Lin Shi Yao was absent, at least as far as he could tell. That wasn't surprising. If he truly was about to sell his personal services, he would need to keep as low of a profile as possible. A more drastic change in behavior patterns would probably set off his company's alarm bells, if they didn't already know. That and having the 'item' to be purchased actually present would potentially disruptive. Sore losers would have every reason to try to make off with him. Besides, they couldn't leave tonight. There wouldn't be enough time to get a trip arranged.

Bomul wasn't in the room, at least not yet. She tended to want to make an entrance, at least in situations like this. It was all part of the act.

He wondered how Rebecca was doing. He hadn't seen any kind of increased bustle of activity from the mafia guards. A few of them looked like they were mildly amused, but that could be anything, from the baseball game results to the latest police scandal.

*

Rebecca groaned as his hands dug into her chest, and he went off inside of her. AGAIN. She'd felt him slip her panties down, with her hands braced on the table, and he'd taken her from behind. It wasn't anything unusual. She'd been mounted before. He wasn't unusually large. He wasn't unusually rough.

If anything, she was shocked at the fact that he was being so tender with her. It wasn't quite making love, but he was making a point of giving her as good as he was getting.

She wasn't even at the limit of her endurance. Not to put too fine a point on it, but Rebecca could, and had, fuck an entire guard team brainless after she'd fucked her primary unconcious, and still walk out of the room with the data.

Not the hotel, of course, she had standards. She'd taken a shower in another room before she left.

This guy, this Mikari Satoru, had to have taken something. That was his third orgasm, and he was still going. Not in a figurative sense, either. Literally. His seed was running down her legs, and she wasn't having to pretend that she was astonished.

The older guy had gone through his own journey. The first time that Satoru had groaned, it had been barely a couple of minutes into the act. The older man had started to snark about how the youth just couldn't perform any more. Satoru had shifted his stance, braced himself, and started to buck again.

It had shut the older man up, in a grudging respect sort of way. When Satoru had started fingering her and working her breasts over, she'd moaned, and pushed herself to visibly cum against him. That had changed the tone of the silence from the older gangster.

When Satoru had growled and unleashed himself a second time inside of her, both she and the older man had expected that to be the end of it. Ranga had grunted something about 'not bad for a punk'. And then Satoru had started up again.

This was his third, and when Rebecca looked over her shoulder at the seated Ranga, the old man had a look on his face that was somewhere between incredulous disbelief that the 'young punk' had performed this way, and tearful pride. They didn't look to be related, but the mafia sometimes inculcated strange quasi-familial relationships.

Satoru's fingers were between her legs, and she whimpered softly as he set her off for her second release. She almost forgot to use the Southern Belle accent when she spoke. "G...goddamn, baby."

Ranga didn't look like he was about to do anything, and doubtless he hadn't expected this.

She let her knees buckle slightly, falling onto the table over her clutch. Her tits smooshed out against the table, and the various items there. Yes. It hurt. But it was good cover. 'Obviously' nothing could mess with the laptop with her face planting on top of it, and her hands were well out of the way. She squirmed, and whether Ranga had wanted a show or not, he got it. He could see Satoru's seed leaking out of her between her awkwardly splayed legs.

She looked up over her shoulder, giving a weak, tired smile.

Satoru just grinned at her. And got down behind her again.

Her earring buzzed as she felt him reach for her thigh to roll her over.

"Chantuer, we have a problem."

*

Bomul made her way out into the room, waving grandly. "Thank you all for being here in person. I know that it was a bother for you all to make it to this little gathering, but I trust that you all believe that I am, in fact, capable of delivering what I've promised. The first data package that you all were handed and hopefully have looked over is something that you wouldn't be able to get without having access to all of Kamasuta's internal servers. But as you've also no doubt learned, it's just a sample, and it doesn't contain any of the crucial data or leads."

She grinned, and Kemuri realized that this was going to go down in a way that he hadn't expected. He tensed, ready for the other shoe to drop.

Bomul turned away from the crowd as she went up to the podium. "Let's be honest with each other. All of you are spying on each other. Thus, no matter who wins, everyone in the room will, eventually, get their hands on the material that I'm about to sell. And rest assured, ladies and gentlemen, there are a dozen different technologies here which would be beneficial to your countries or organizations."

She motioned toward the screen, which came to life with nothing more than a set of random numbers.

To Kemuri, it looked like anonymous bidder IDs.

"The winner of the technology that is being purchased will get to determine the order of release. They will have exclusive rights to it for a year. Then up to another twelve will get it the year after that. Everyone else gets it one year after that. And one unlucky bidder will get it in five years. Full rules will be displayed on your tablets." She leered out at the shocked crowd. "Oh, and one last thing."

It had to have been a signal, because every guard in the room pulled out a pistol and racked the slide at the same time.

Every guard but Kemuri. He had a small holdout pistol under his jacket, of course, but he hadn't been expecting the signal. Which meant that when he was late, it was obvious. Even more so because he didn't pull his slide back, there was already a round chambered. He hoped that it wouldn't be too much of a problem.

*

Rebecca pawed at Satoru's head as he feasted on her chest. He was still hard. And he was on top of her now, which was only good for her in that his muzzle wasn't anywhere near her ears, and he couldn't hear the information that C's department was telling her. They had the whole drive imaged. They'd managed to copy it all before she'd covered the removal of the plug with her tits mashing into all of the equipment.

The damn cord had snapped back into the bracelet like it should have, but it retracted right across her nipple. The same damn nub that he was adoring. She normally enjoyed someone who was so willing to shamelessly play with her chest, but right now she just wanted to put some lotion on it.

C's department had the information off of the drive, but they could neither decrypt it, nor could they erase it. The drive had some sort of read-only protection on it, which meant that a software command wasn't enough to just format the drive, nor could they put a virus into it. If she wanted to erase the material, she'd have to break the computer open and physically destroy the drive.

That wasn't practical for a lot of reasons, not the least of which she was mostly naked with two mafia goons in the room with her, and their cover hadn't been blown yet. At least her current lover had decided that he needed a bit of a break before he started fucking her again.

Ranga wasn't sitting in slack-jawed amazement. He had too much reserve for that. But he wasn't jeering or cheering any more. His hand wasn't on his weapon, especially since she'd been rolled away from the critical equipment in the little office that they were using as a waiting room for whatever it was they were waiting for.

The point was, Satoru was on top of her, about to screw her for the fourth time, and C's division was unable to break the encryption. Which meant that they couldn't be sure that they had everything. She had to get out of here and to a point where she could talk with people. Which meant that it was time for her to pull out the stops.

Rebecca stroked his ears and moaned something in very broken Nikkonese about 'a break', then rolled over so that she was on top of him. For the first time since she'd slipped the dress off, this put her back toward Ranga and gave him an unobstructed view. She didn't know if he would take the bait. Probably not, even with her tail flagged up to expose her backdoor to him. If he did, she'd get them both off, mumble something about going to the bathroom, gather her things and vanish before either of them could recover.

If he didn't, she'd make the same excuse and tell Ranga that he needed to stay on duty. She'd leave her fake ID with him as surety that she'd come back, and that would be that.

She started rising and falling on Satoru's shaft, bracing her hands in his chest as she rode him, hard. The poor besotted fool was looking up at her with the kind of adoration in his eyes that said she was going to be getting a marriage proposal out of him if she kept this up. And in fairness to him, he was easily in the top quarter of enjoyable on-duty lays she'd had. Maybe top tenth! But something was going wrong, and she knew it. She felt it. She had to finish this and get back in contact.

So she rode him hard and fast. Without him controlling the pace, he couldn't keep himself totally restrained, and that was what she needed. That, and he had to be oversensitized as hell.

Satoru's hands clutched at her hips, then her breasts, then her hips again, his eyes rolling back as she drove him hard. He tried to sit up and play with her chest or neck, but with her hands on his chest keeping him down, he just had to lay there and take it. He didn't last. Thank god.

Rebecca lifted herself off of him, moaning as she felt him withdraw. Finally, the overeager little show off was flagging. She stumbled as she stood up, giggling, and then turned to the side, making sure that Ranga could see that she was only picking up her items. Not touching the computer at all, no sir. She looked at the older guard. "Ah need t'go clean up. An' use th' toilet."

He nodded once, and tossed his head toward the door. "Second door on the right. Don't try to go anywhere. The doors to the lobby are sealed. I hope that you will forgive the discourtesy, but I must insist that you remain with us for the evening at least." He held a hand up. "No harm will come to you, you are to be considered a guest."

She thanked him and put her dress back on, tucking her lingerie in one hand, and her clutch and jewelry in the other. "Back in a few. You.. uh... you want somethin' as proof Ah ain't gonna misbehave none?"

Ranga snorted. "There is nowhere for you to go to. You will return here, if for no other reason than you will need to ensure that Satoru does not die of heartbreak."

She gave him a wan smile, then went to the bathroom. Putting the choker on was the first thing she did when she got into the hallway, and tapped it with the signal that she was available for communications. Her earring instantly started buzzing. It was Abby.

"Chanteur, we have a developing situation. The drives are totally encrypted and there's no way we're getting through it without the key. We can't be sure, but based off of the size of the drive, we think that it's either everything off of Kamasuta's research servers, or everything they have period. I haven't been able to get in from our end, but NIS has a team breaking into Kamasuta Genetics right now to get direct access. If this is playing out like Bomul's other jobs, they may have wiped that server already and this drive is the only extant copy. If that's true, Bomul literally has them by the balls. All of the backups will have been wiped by Lin Shi Yao.

"Also, NIS got a message from someone who's claiming to be one of Bomul's agents on site. Kemuri has been made, and is in their hands. Thus far, he's reported to be safe, and NIS says that he hasn't used any of the signals that he's been harmed. But he has been captured. Our best guess is that Bomul didn't want the crowd on site to panic so she's kept it quiet.

"Last but not least, we're running analysis patterns for private jets out of the area. Normally we wouldn't go there, but someone had a hunch about travel plans once we looked at the size of the data package Bomul has on that laptop. There's a jet at Kanada international that's being fueled for a flight registered to a known alias of Bomul. It's an old one, but it checks out to be hers. The plane has enough range to reach North Chusin, and that's it. It won't have the legs to make Chang-An and no one else on the auction list that we've been able to construct is in range."

The whole time that Abby had been talking, Rebecca was cleaning herself, putting her clothes back on correctly. After a brief hesitation, she even put the RFID nipple rings in. They wouldn't print through her bra, but they were large enough to be uncomfortable. "Understood." Something about that didn't feel right, though. "How old is that alias of Bomul's? The one that the plane is registered under?"

She'd started to redo her makeup, and listened as Abby grumbled about having to do 'Rebecca's job'. When she got her answer, she understood. "That's a fake. That's way too obvious. They're getting Lin Shi Yao out of the country some other way. Bomul's far too detailed to use an alias from her days at NCIS."

She braced her hands on the counter, thinking about things. Thinking about how she would do it if she had her options to plan this on her own. Extractions weren't her specialty, but she knew that a plane was just too risky. Single point of failure to shut down if the plans were discovered. Even if the plane wasn't a fake, and that was Bomul's plan, now that she was back in contact she could lock that down before it could be used.

"Have NIS organize a team to hit that jet if it is what's going to be used. If I were doing this, I'd use a boat. Slower, but much less risk, and there's a lot of ocean to get lost in. Lots of places to refuel that we couldn't monitor if she goes for long trips, and if she just jumps him over to South Chusin, or even any of the other islands in the Nikkon we'd probably lose them in the shuffle. She's got mafia guards here and they're wanting to keep me under observation. Probably a little jumpy if they caught Kemuri. Do we know if Bomul knows about me?"

"We're reasonably confident that neither you, nor OSSS5 are on her radar. Kemuri changed his appearance enough from the ballroom appearance and shiba inu are common enough that she hasn't made that connection, at least not yet. NIS did us the courtesy of implying that this is their op and that no one else is involved." Abby hesitated. "What's your plan, agent Chanteur?"

"I'm going to go make sure that my new boyfriend survived his first experience with me, and I'm going to see if I can manage to damage the drive or laptop in the process. We have the data which means that if it does get destroyed, and she's erased all of Kamasuta's servers, it won't cripple the company." Rebecca spent the next few seconds establishing some quick message codes that they could send to her for developing situations, and the other way around.

She walked back into the room with Satoru and Ranga. Ranga gave her a single nod. Satoru had passed out on the couch after pulling his pants back up. She looked for a place to sit. "Not sure if Ah should pick his head up an' put it on mah lap, or take a seat on you."

Ranga snorted, and nodded toward the couch. "You are lovely, and you would not be my first shogi. But Satoru would never forgive me. Besides. I am still on duty."

It wasn't the first time that she had been called a 'whore'. She almost flared with anger, until she remembered that her persona wasn't supposed to understand Nikkonese that well. So she shrugged, and moved to take a seat on the end of the couch, gently lifting Satoru's head to set it on her thigh.

She said nothing. In spite of her reported 'plan', she had no idea what to do. This was the most exciting and most frustrating part of her job. Playing it by ear.

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