"You'll play my lover for the night. Don't let it show that you are part of my team and also I need you to be focused on what happens."

"What is this meeting about?" Meg asked.

"It's a long story" Jo placed her palm on Meg's knee and looked outside. "Right now let's say it's about information exchange. I need to find out how much these people know about me and Maria. So just pay attention."

"Right…" Meg said.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant, outside Paris. Two security guards opened the door and the women left the car. Jo placed her hand firmly along Meg's waist and the two entered the rather small building. They were led to an empty table.

"There is no one here…" Meg said.

"For now. We play our role, we are dining out and nothing more."

"What can I bring you?" the waiter asked.

"The chef's menu and my regular drinks" Jo said and the waiter nodded.

"Regular? You are a regular at a restaurant in Paris?"

"They know me, this restaurant has a few regular customers and I am one of them" Jo placed her palm upon Meg's hand and approached the woman. "Now kiss me like I would mean the world to you."

Meg approached Jo and placed her hand on the woman's face, kissing her lips gently, but long. Jo pulled away at some point, winked and wiped her lips off Meg's lipstick, which made the red haired look a little annoyed. The waiter placed two glasses of champagne on the table, leaving the bottle next to them.

"For you" Jo raised her glass. Then she looked up.

"Jo, I didn't know you are coming. And I see you brought company" a man smiled at the two. He was wearing dark glasses which Meg found inappropriate. "Nice to meet you, mademoiselle" he kissed Meg's hand.

"The pleasure is mine" Meg smiled.

He sat down and made a sign to the waiter.

"So what brings you to Paris?" he asked.

"Oh, you know, I like escaping Tokyo from time to time and Meg is in love with Paris so I planned a little get away."

"You have visited Paris before, mademoiselle?" he asked.

"Yes, a few years ago. How can one not love Paris?"

"I don't know, doesn't it get old?" he laughed short.

"Only for Frenchmen bored like you, Pierre" Jo said taking a sip from the glass.

"Our biggest attraction is a pile of metal. That's it."

"How can you say that? Paris has so much more, beginning with the museums. One needs a life time to see them all. Not to mention the fine food and of course…the elegant shops" Meg said. "And the language…"

"Might be, I stopped seeing its glamour. It's good you are here, Jo. I was going to call you anyway."

"When?" Jo smirked.

"Looks like the American government decided to trick the whole world again and have invested in some projects that would probably be against human rights".

"Since when do you care of human rights?" Jo arched amused.

"You're right, I don't. But I care for weapons that are built behind my back."

A woman in an elegant violet dress, with short black hair approached.

"I am sorry, I am late" she said sitting down.

"You remember Jo, right?" Pierre asked as he took a cigarette out of a package.

"Of course. Bonjour Jo. Who is the pretty lady?"

"This is Meg" Jo said short. "How have you've been Adriane?"

"Not as good as you as I can see" she looked at Meg from head to toe.

"I was just telling Jo the news. You know the biggest heads of the American Mafia have a meeting tomorrow? Some fancy party I am sure you have been invited at. Looks like they are planning to grab this…weapon. But I won't let them, not before me and you will help me" Pierre said.

"What kind of weapon are we talking about anyway? Mass destruction? Chemical weapon? New gun?" Jo asked and it seemed to Meg that she already knew the answer.

"Nothing about that, my friend. Much more simpler, more powerful and much more dangerous. Humans turned into weapons."

"Robots?" Jo asked again.

"No, humans. Like you and me. But with immense power and skills, over the ordinary. The thing is, these humans got out of control. I heard two of them managed trashing the whole military base they had been created at. And after that it has exploded out of nothing, being wiped of the ground. Strange don't you think? Anyway, it seems like the American government dropped the project after that, but the documents still exist. Finding these people might be hard, but creating new ones…oh, la, la!" he puffed the smoke out of his nose.

"Created?" Meg asked.

"It's said, but this I think is just nonsense, that they have been created. Not born like us out of mothers. They are humans, but synthetic life."

Meg blinked surprised.

"How can this be possible?" she asked innocent.

"Everything is possible".

"Meg, would you like to go and powder your nose with me?" Adriane asked and Meg nodded, understanding that she had to leave the table.

The two went into the elegant bathroom and Adriane took a red lipstick out of her purse. She traced the line of her lips, without taking her eyes of Meg.

"You shouldn't really be present at these conversations" Adriane said. "After all, sometimes it's good to not know…everything."

"Jo dragged me along; to be frank I am here for the city and to shops. So, do you have any tips on pretty stores?"

"Yes, get out of the center and travel the nearby streets. You will find something nice there. So how did you meet Jo?"

That was a tricky question and Meg hoped Pierre was not asking the same from Jo. But then again they were probably discussing business, not women.

"In a bar where I was working" Meg said quickly.

"Well, suck all the money you can, because these things never last long with Jo" she smirked.

"Then why did she take me along?" Meg played annoyed.

"Because it's powerful to have a beautiful woman next to you, she always shows up with someone. Every time another girl, but I must say you all have something in common" she looked down at Meg's breasts.

"Oh, well I trust Jo" she shrugged and smiled, wishing to have hit the woman on her perfect visage.

"As you say. Let's go" she said and the two left the bathroom.

The subject was changed as they arrived back at table, none of it coming up the whole evening. Soon Jo and Meg were back into the limousine.

"I am sorry, but Adriane has not told me one thing. And I couldn't just ask, she had other subjects on her mind" Meg said as Jo still looked absent minded into the dark night.

"That's fine. I took you along because I was sure she would be there. I needed a moment with Pierre and I knew she would consider dragging you to the bathroom".

"How come?"

"Adriane thinks she is Pierre right hand, but he is starting to suspect her of other things. Still, he can't lose her yet."

"Did you find out what you needed?" Meg asked.

"Yes and no" the woman said and remained silent.

Meg also looked outside the window as the lights of Paris started approaching.

"So what other subjects did she have on her mind?" Jo asked.

"She told me to suck as much money as I can out of you, because soon you will get bored with me".

"Of course she doesn't know you work for me. And I don't think she found out. She will have a big surprise tomorrow night" Jo smiled.

"But she is right. You will get bored of me, sooner or later and I wonder what will happen then. I am not asking now, because I can see you have other things on your mind" Meg whispered.

"You will still work for me when that happens" Jo said cold.

Meg looked down at her hands.

The limousine stopped in front of the hotel where Jake and Paul were waiting.

"Boss, Adriane didn't leave with Pierre" Jake said. "We followed her for a while and she also didn't return home. But she entered a party and we weren't permitted in".

"I hope for once you didn't insist" Jo said.

"No."

"Good. Have a good night sleep" she said and walked in.

"Are you ok?" Jake asked Meg.

"Sure" she smiled. "Glad to see you in the suite. Night."

She followed Jo back to her room. She took her shoes off and felt Jo's hands on her back, unbuttoning her dress. There were a lot of questions going on through Meg's mind, but she realized it wasn't the moment to ask. Jo pushed her to the bed and Meg kneeled on it. She felt the woman's hands on her breasts and back, her bra went off pretty soon. Jo was embracing her from behind kissing her nap and shoulders, rubbing her breasts. Meg tried to stroke the woman's legs, but she soon found herself pushed down to the bed. Jo placed a pillow under Meg's stomach raising her bottom, taking of her string thongs. Her hands went over Meg's back, under her hair and soon reached her butt, pinching it. Jo lightly hit Meg's buttocks and the woman trembled, letting a short moan out. Then she entered Meg without a warning, climbing over her to reach her ear. She sucked on Meg's earlobe while her fingers skillfully possessed Meg. She rubbed herself on Meg's but and the woman felt Jo's heat over her. She felt Jo's hot arousal, using her body to please herself and it only turned Meg even more on. She placed her face over the pillow, screaming into it as Jo pulsated. Her heat exploded and Jo fell over her, breathing hard.

Jo rolled on her back, covering her face with her hand as her pulse started slowing down. But this time she pulled Meg into her arms, making the woman lean her head on Jo's shoulder. She tangled her fingers in Meg's hair, caressing it. But her vision went blank again and she stared into nothing.

"Jo…I have to tell you something" Meg whispered. "I heard about this project in creating human weapons. If I am not mistaken it was called the 'Genocide Angel'."

Jo looked down at Meg, her eyes widening.

"While I worked in New York for a local band I stumbled upon some data. I read it as I found it very interesting and truly unbelievable. There were mentioning of women who were genetically reprogramed to be human weapons and they had traced them down" Meg continued.

"What band? Who is in charge?" Jo asked her voice becoming husky.

"It was called the "Red Dragon" it was dealing drugs. The leader well…he called himself Dragon."

"Dragon died years ago, he was shot and…"

"Yes…" Meg sighted. "He was shot by me in one of my stupid attempts of justice. Later I had to find out that he was actually also part of the government. That is why I am chased by the police. They couldn't involve the Interpol as his death uncovered the fact that he was a criminal and a band member. But, if I am to ever return to America, I will be directly sentenced. From what I heard the band ruptured, the office burned down and I think the data went with it."

"How did you stumble upon that?"

"Well… I am not very proud of it. I was young and stupid, fell for the Dragon's charms and was his mistress for a while. Of course, he dumped me when he was done with me, but I kept fooling myself into believing I could win him back. I tried visiting him in his office once; he was in the room next to it, having fun with his secretary. But his laptop was open, I was vicious I wanted to harm him. So I sat down, trying to find something to use against him. And I stumbled upon this. I was so shocked I left instantly. Heaven…this is so embarrassing" Meg turned on her front covering her head with a pillow.

Jo pushed the pillow away.

"You were young, I guess it happens" the silver haired woman said trying to sound reassuring. "Did you kill him because he left you?"

"No, I killed him because he blew up a hospital. I don't know what took me over; I just went straight to him and pulled the trigger. On him and all his guards, I was like possessed" she looked at Jo.

"And you are sure the data was destroyed?"

"That same evening they tried covering up everything about him, so they blew it up. Yes, I am pretty sure" Meg nodded. "But also I am almost convinced he wanted to research it and maybe that is why the 'Genocide Angel' was never forgotten".

Jo rubbed her forehead and puffed. She closed her eyes and laughed hard and it sounded to Meg like she was relieved.

"What's so funny?" Meg asked.

"The whole situation. What else do you know of the Genocide Anger? Did they have names?"

"No, that's all I know. I just find it incredible someone could do it. Playing with humans like that…even if they are created in a lab. Raising there, knowing only one thing: to fight. I wonder what happened to them".

Jo stood up going to the minibar while Meg reflected on her own thoughts.

"Do you think they could have survived in this world without being noticed?" she asked Meg.

"I think they could rule this world…."

"Unable to feel?" she took a sip from the water bottle.

"Well, we can't know this. Besides I met a lot of senseless persons who did a pretty good job in surviving. But why…why are you so interested in the "Genocide Angel?" she asked looking up at Jo.

The woman sat down on the bed, staring into Meg's eyes.

"I am interested in weapons, generally" she replied short.

"That's all?" Meg arched. Jo's eyes were cold as ice and Meg wondered how something red can be so frozen. She lifted her hand and stroked a strand out of Jo's face. But the woman caught her hand, pushing her back down to the bed.

"Yes, what else? Why else would I be interested in it?" she asked her voice lowering. Her lips kissed Meg hard, and the red haired let a silent sound out.

"Tell me, Meg, does it look to you like I am unable to feel?" she asked still holding the woman down.

"Why ask me that? You never showed emotion towards me" she smiled a little slick.

Jo puffed and laid on her back. She turned the light off.

"I think you have more emotions in you than you let it show" Meg whispered. "Then again, maybe I am just romantic, seeing the good where it is missing. But well, I am not very rational, I have to admit that" she rolled over to her side.

She felt Jo's body against her, an arm on her waist. Meg smiled and closed her eyes, falling asleep instantly.