A Scorched Shadow grunt unfurled a large blueprint of the night club Holy Trinity. He then placed it upon a table surrounded by three elite Scorched Shadow operatives.
General Curtis paced around the table, “Men! You have been selected as a small team of three members for this evening’s mission. The mission objective is to capture Miss Sareena Night… Alive!”
The elite operatives maintained stoic expressions. This was not their first high-priority mission, and they were unphased by all degrees of difficulty as they were highly accomplished and highly skilled ki users.
Curtis continued, “You are, as I am, likely familiar with the layout of Holy Trinity. We have all spent time there either for business or pleasure I am sure; however, these blue prints are here as a reminder to familiarize yourselves with all entry and exit points.”
He stopped pacing and looked at the three men, “Miss Sareena Night has slighted our organization by killing two high-ranking members. The fact that you have been called upon is evidence enough of how seriously we are taking this matter.”
The team leader of the three men then asked, “I understand the mission as is stated; however, we will need further details in regard to permission to use ki or firearms.”
Curtis nodded, “Holy Trinity is ultimately a subsidiary owned by Scorched Shadow. We cannot afford a shootout or even a lethal commotion with ki that would deter future business. The night club is simply too profitable for an operation such as that. Instead, you may use ki-reinforced physical attacks and holds to subdue her quickly.”
Curtis paused and then added, “You’ll recall that our video monitoring systems have several built-in blind spots as to avoid video evidence of certain activities should authorities ever obtain our records. As this mission is of utmost discretion, it would be ideal to capture her off camera in these blind spots. There are three blind spots and three of you allowing one of you to be stationed at each location.”
The team leader nodded and asked a follow up question, “And will we have surveillance support and communication to track her movements and coordinate our extraction?”
Curtis nodded again, “A man by the name of Detective Fincher and his assistant Bobby will be providing on-sight monitoring and communications.”
The team leader began to protest; however, Curtis raised his hand to stop him, “Fincher is the best there is. Even better than our own surveillance teams. I have a feeling he isn’t limited by conventional technologies.”
The team leader furrowed his brow, “What? Like he has a ki ability for surveillance?”
Curtis replied, “That is my hunch. The man is much too sharp. Sharp beyond the abilities of deductive reasoning.”
Curtis then smirked, “And lastly, you will be wearing club wear as to fit in with the crowd allowing you to slip in and out of sight as you wish.”
The team leader nodded, “The mission parameters are understood. It should be an easy stealth grab. Once she arrives, we should have her out of there within thirty minutes accounting for some time to allow her to let her guard down.”
Curtis was all smiles at the team leader’s confidence, “Good. Hefty bonuses are in order once you arrive back here with Miss Night. Bonuses in the range of $1 million each. Not bad for a few hours work I’d say.”
The elite operatives smiled and nodded with confidence. They had performed missions such as this one a thousand times, and to them this was just another evening at work.
Curtis then said, “If there are no more questions, then I will leave you all to your preparations. Good luck gentleman… as if you needed any.”
The team leader gave Curtis an arrogant smile, “Don’t worry general. This will be clean, simple, and easy. We should have her back to you by midnight.”
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“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip.” Xenia zipped her all black shiny catsuit all the way up to her neck as she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom preparing for her evening at Holy Trinity.
She posed from side to side admiring her sexy outfit as it hugged all of her curves including her perfect chest, toned bottom, long legs, and washboard abs.
She then put her long black hair into a high ponytail and blew herself a kiss in the mirror.
Next, she sat upon the bench at the foot of her bed and began to put her matching pair of shiny black stiletto boots on. She zipped the boots up and her drop-dead-sexy outfit was now complete.
Although she had set up this evening at Holy Trinity to find out more about Detective Fincher, she was also hell bent on enjoying herself on the dance floor.
She grabbed a set of ten black steel blades and began to lay them out on the bed. The blade was double-sided and pitch-black. The metal of the blade continued to form a slender handle that was contiguous with the blade itself with no hilt or exterior handle. It was just a perfectly crafted single piece of metal formed into a tactical knife. Each knife measured approximately seven inches long.
She laid the set of knives along the edge of her bed in a row carefully noting the location of each one. As she did, she thought to herself, “Detective Fincher came to the correct conclusion after inspecting the crime scene I left for a mere few minutes. I don’t care how good he is. I don’t care how much experience he has. That is unnatural.”
“That is so unnatural that it must be a ki ability. The extent and use of which I am certainly keen to know more about. Almost certainly he must be using my residual ki to ascertain information regarding past events, but how?”
She smiled down at the meticulously arranged blades and said aloud to herself, “I suppose I will just have to capture him, torture him, and eventually kill him after I have everything I need.”
She walked across the room leaving the knives in place and said, “Poor poor Detective Fincher. Nothing can save you from me. I am the Goddess of both Life and Death.”
A knock at her bedroom door pulled her from her thoughts as she called out, “Come in!”
Nero opened the door and was speechless at her outfit for the night.
She walked over to him noticing his stare eye-fucking her, and she pushed her body up against his, “Go ahead, grab me. Feel me. This catsuit is like a second skin. You can feel every curve of me through it.”
Nero took his hands and rubbed them up and down her body over her catsuit and felt himself lusting for her.
She put her finger on his chin and lifted his chin until they were facing each other, “When I get back, you can do whatever unspeakable things you want to me; however, I’m afraid I really do need to focus until then. This Detective Fincher has a very dangerous ability. A mysterious ability. I am going to have fun, but I am also going to work tonight.”
Nero nodded, and she smiled with a soft laugh, “Nero. Are you jealous that I am going out?”
She leaned in and kissed him several times until saying, “Never forget. Any man who I have sex with I vow to kill. Or if not kill, I vow to give him a fate worse than death. I am yours and yours only, love.”
Nero put his hands on her waist and pulled her in tightly as he kissed her on the lips. He then said, “You are a BloodStar Empress. Even if I am your BloodStar Immortal, or even your husband-to-be, your wishes will always come first. You have no vows to me. Your wishes and your whims are all that matter.”
She ran her finger down his cheek towards his lips where she caressed her finger over and around his lips, “Well then, Nero. When I return, my wishes and my whims will be for you to fuck me. All. Night. Long.”
Nero smirked, “Yes, my empress.”
After a brief pause of staring into each other’s eyes, Nero said, “As requested, Mr. John Vand has provided a car for the evening. It is ready out front when you are.”
Xenia shrieked with excitement, “Is it exactly what I asked for?!”
Nero nodded, “It is. Very conspicuous.”
Xenia turned around to grab her mask, “I almost forgot my face mask.” She then put on her surgical-style face mask covering her mouth, nose, and cheeks before continuing up to loop around each of her ears holding it in place. The face mask was shiny black matching the remainder of her outfit.
“Now I’m ready!” Xenia walked out of the open door, and as she did, she bloodbent Nero to spank her hard on her latex-clad ass as she walked by.
He spanked her with a loud ‘slap’ followed by a shriek of excitement from Xenia as she rushed off to her car waiting downstairs.
A Scorched Shadow grunt unfurled a large blueprint of the night club Holy Trinity. He then placed it upon a table surrounded by three elite Scorched Shadow operatives.
General Curtis paced around the table, “Men! You have been selected as a small team of three members for this evening’s mission. The mission objective is to capture Miss Sareena Night… Alive!”
The elite operatives maintained stoic expressions. This was not their first high-priority mission, and they were unphased by all degrees of difficulty as they were highly accomplished and highly skilled ki users.
Curtis continued, “You are, as I am, likely familiar with the layout of Holy Trinity. We have all spent time there either for business or pleasure I am sure; however, these blue prints are here as a reminder to familiarize yourselves with all entry and exit points.”
He stopped pacing and looked at the three men, “Miss Sareena Night has slighted our organization by killing two high-ranking members. The fact that you have been called upon is evidence enough of how seriously we are taking this matter.”
The team leader of the three men then asked, “I understand the mission as is stated; however, we will need further details in regard to permission to use ki or firearms.”
Curtis nodded, “Holy Trinity is ultimately a subsidiary owned by Scorched Shadow. We cannot afford a shootout or even a lethal commotion with ki that would deter future business. The night club is simply too profitable for an operation such as that. Instead, you may use ki-reinforced physical attacks and holds to subdue her quickly.”
Curtis paused and then added, “You’ll recall that our video monitoring systems have several built-in blind spots as to avoid video evidence of certain activities should authorities ever obtain our records. As this mission is of utmost discretion, it would be ideal to capture her off camera in these blind spots. There are three blind spots and three of you allowing one of you to be stationed at each location.”
The team leader nodded and asked a follow up question, “And will we have surveillance support and communication to track her movements and coordinate our extraction?”
Curtis nodded again, “A man by the name of Detective Fincher and his assistant Bobby will be providing on-sight monitoring and communications.”
The team leader began to protest; however, Curtis raised his hand to stop him, “Fincher is the best there is. Even better than our own surveillance teams. I have a feeling he isn’t limited by conventional technologies.”
The team leader furrowed his brow, “What? Like he has a ki ability for surveillance?”
Curtis replied, “That is my hunch. The man is much too sharp. Sharp beyond the abilities of deductive reasoning.”
Curtis then smirked, “And lastly, you will be wearing club wear as to fit in with the crowd allowing you to slip in and out of sight as you wish.”
The team leader nodded, “The mission parameters are understood. It should be an easy stealth grab. Once she arrives, we should have her out of there within thirty minutes accounting for some time to allow her to let her guard down.”
Curtis was all smiles at the team leader’s confidence, “Good. Hefty bonuses are in order once you arrive back here with Miss Night. Bonuses in the range of $1 million each. Not bad for a few hours work I’d say.”
The elite operatives smiled and nodded with confidence. They had performed missions such as this one a thousand times, and to them this was just another evening at work.
Curtis then said, “If there are no more questions, then I will leave you all to your preparations. Good luck gentleman… as if you needed any.”
The team leader gave Curtis an arrogant smile, “Don’t worry general. This will be clean, simple, and easy. We should have her back to you by midnight.”
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“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip.” Xenia zipped her all black shiny catsuit all the way up to her neck as she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom preparing for her evening at Holy Trinity.
She posed from side to side admiring her sexy outfit as it hugged all of her curves including her perfect chest, toned bottom, long legs, and washboard abs.
She then put her long black hair into a high ponytail and blew herself a kiss in the mirror.
Next, she sat upon the bench at the foot of her bed and began to put her matching pair of shiny black stiletto boots on. She zipped the boots up and her drop-dead-sexy outfit was now complete.
Although she had set up this evening at Holy Trinity to find out more about Detective Fincher, she was also hell bent on enjoying herself on the dance floor.
She grabbed a set of ten black steel blades and began to lay them out on the bed. The blade was double-sided and pitch-black. The metal of the blade continued to form a slender handle that was contiguous with the blade itself with no hilt or exterior handle. It was just a perfectly crafted single piece of metal formed into a tactical knife. Each knife measured approximately seven inches long.
She laid the set of knives along the edge of her bed in a row carefully noting the location of each one. As she did, she thought to herself, “Detective Fincher came to the correct conclusion after inspecting the crime scene I left for a mere few minutes. I don’t care how good he is. I don’t care how much experience he has. That is unnatural.”
“That is so unnatural that it must be a ki ability. The extent and use of which I am certainly keen to know more about. Almost certainly he must be using my residual ki to ascertain information regarding past events, but how?”
She smiled down at the meticulously arranged blades and said aloud to herself, “I suppose I will just have to capture him, torture him, and eventually kill him after I have everything I need.”
She walked across the room leaving the knives in place and said, “Poor poor Detective Fincher. Nothing can save you from me. I am the Goddess of both Life and Death.”
A knock at her bedroom door pulled her from her thoughts as she called out, “Come in!”
Nero opened the door and was speechless at her outfit for the night.
She walked over to him noticing his stare eye-fucking her, and she pushed her body up against his, “Go ahead, grab me. Feel me. This catsuit is like a second skin. You can feel every curve of me through it.”
Nero took his hands and rubbed them up and down her body over her catsuit and felt himself lusting for her.
She put her finger on his chin and lifted his chin until they were facing each other, “When I get back, you can do whatever unspeakable things you want to me; however, I’m afraid I really do need to focus until then. This Detective Fincher has a very dangerous ability. A mysterious ability. I am going to have fun, but I am also going to work tonight.”
Nero nodded, and she smiled with a soft laugh, “Nero. Are you jealous that I am going out?”
She leaned in and kissed him several times until saying, “Never forget. Any man who I have sex with I vow to kill. Or if not kill, I vow to give him a fate worse than death. I am yours and yours only, love.”
Nero put his hands on her waist and pulled her in tightly as he kissed her on the lips. He then said, “You are a BloodStar Empress. Even if I am your BloodStar Immortal, or even your husband-to-be, your wishes will always come first. You have no vows to me. Your wishes and your whims are all that matter.”
She ran her finger down his cheek towards his lips where she caressed her finger over and around his lips, “Well then, Nero. When I return, my wishes and my whims will be for you to fuck me. All. Night. Long.”
Nero smirked, “Yes, my empress.”
After a brief pause of staring into each other’s eyes, Nero said, “As requested, Mr. John Vand has provided a car for the evening. It is ready out front when you are.”
Xenia shrieked with excitement, “Is it exactly what I asked for?!”
Nero nodded, “It is. Very conspicuous.”
Xenia turned around to grab her mask, “I almost forgot my face mask.” She then put on her surgical-style face mask covering her mouth, nose, and cheeks before continuing up to loop around each of her ears holding it in place. The face mask was shiny black matching the remainder of her outfit.
“Now I’m ready!” Xenia walked out of the open door, and as she did, she bloodbent Nero to spank her hard on her latex-clad ass as she walked by.
He spanked her with a loud ‘slap’ followed by a shriek of excitement from Xenia as she rushed off to her car waiting downstairs.
