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Despite their feelings of being props, tools in someone propaganda display, and a going away party involving more then a little vodka, they managed to get out of Russia and on to the African part of the tour without too much trouble. "Okay, we have ten shows in Africa, and I think it'll be a blast. Just, we're not driving through anything for these, so we have a plane chartered, and we're using bare bones sets." Trina instructed everyone. We start with Morocco, and go from there. We end with two shows in South Africa. Now, remember, we're guests here, so be on your best behavior."
They also had to deal with the paparazzi reports of Tori getting drunk in Russia. As with anything where the press gets pictures and no contexts, the gossip columns were ablaze with theories, including Tori still pining for Beck, or her secretly having a drinking problem, to Tori having a clandestine affair with some hot Russian millionaire. Most were easy to ignore, but once again Robbie Shapiro got too close for comfort.
"Tori Vega, who was once a very dear friend, has a hard time accepting that Beck Oliver was using her. This columnist had to put personal feelings aside to cover this story, where Beck's actions had left her with no choice, forcing poor Tori to break her own heart and leave him. A decision she probably had to make just to save herself from whatever bad behavior Beck was showing, something we won't know that hurt her to the point where she couldn't take it any more. And it did hurt, we can see it in her actions in London, and her clinging to her actions in Germany. It hurt that poor, poor girl so much, so badly, that she got caught 's seeking solace in vodka. Three drunken nights out for a singer known for her controlled behaviors. Tori, talk to me, what did that bad men make you do?" The star of Robbarazzi said, before moving on to who was having who's baby. It cast a shadow on the whole African shows.
The shows in Africa were fun enough, but a new problem was starting to show itself. As happens after Tori gets drunk, she starts thinking about things she'd been avoiding. Only this time, as time went on, Beck slowly started slipping from her mind, being replaced by something new. Strange thoughts that the singer hadn't quite understood were making themselves known to her. Strange feelings for her bodyguard, Jade, started to manifest themselves in thoughts, usually nothing more then the desire to think about the dark haired beauty. Ir was like she'd been obsessed with her new friendship but had been to preoccupied to notice. It wasn't until that friendship was gone, ever so temporarily lost in their tour of Russia, that Tori had an inkling of how much she'd been thinking about the other girl.
The female bodyguard had been acting as professorial as possible, keeping her relationship with Tori strictly business. Tori, however, had pushed for a friendship throughout their time in Europe, only letting it drop once they'd gotten to Russia. There, everyone was on alert, despite the locals doing a very good job of watching out for their well being, and if forced to admit it, Tori would add their comfort. During that time, they'd all agreed to keep the bodyguard relationships as professional as humanly possible. Jade took to the arrangement quickly and easily, while the singer struggled, but let it be. Now, however, they were in Africa, and the singer had shifted directions again. And once again, she was dragging her reluctant bodyguard along for the ride.
"Jade, will you do me a solid?" The singer had asked once they'd settled in to their room in Morroco. "I've sent Kasey out for some water, and I realized I really need some flowers to brighten up my room. Could you be a dove and run out and get some? You know, something local. Get some cash from Andre and get me some, okay?"
"I'm not supposed to leave you alone." The bodyguard protested.
"But I won't be leaving the hotel, and I have both Bill and Ron right here. Pleeese?" The singer begged. "Otherwise I'll just have to go out and get some myself, and I have all this stuff to do to get ready for the show..."
Grumbling, the raven haired girl slipped out of the room to get some local flowers, something pretty, so Tori could have a brightened room. After picking up the flowers and carrying them back to her client, Jade realized she was seen carrying a bouquet of flowers to Tori's room. 'What the chiz is she up to?' The bodyguard wondered.
As if having the blue eyed girl run errands like that wasn't enough of a hint that something had change in Tori, there was the flirting. It wasn't overt, nothing as direct as running her foot up the other girls leg. Instead, it was a lot of double entendre and similar language, saying things she didn't quite mean that made the bodyguard feel uneasy. "Jade, if things go bad, you'll jump on top of me, right?" The starlet asked. "I mean, thats what the secret service does for the president, right?" They'd been walking back from breakfast with the whole cast and crew.
"My fist objective is to make sure your safe, then I'll get you out of the area." The blue eyed girl assured her.
"I'm glad it'll be you on top of me." The singer said, smiling. "You weight less then Ron or Bill, and I only see Andre as a friend."
Jade did a double take at that statement, but the pop princess had already moved on to the next question. "So, see anything you like?" The starlet asked. "Or do we need to find an alternative for lunch? I mean, what could we eat?"
"You're doing that on purpose, Vega." The bodyguard growled.
"And you have to stand there and take it." Tori teased. "Relax, we're in a beautiful country..."
"Where they still have wild animals large enough to eat you.." Jade finished. "So lets keep on our toes."
"Okay, I'll do that." The singer said. "In the meantime, you watch my ass, okay?"
"Thats my job." The bodyguard muttered.
The singer stopped to shake her rear at the raven haired girl. Then she gave out an evil smile and walked off to her room to get ready for that days adventure.
It turned out that being a world famous celebrity wasn't the same everywhere you went. In some places, the locals treated you just like everyone else, and for those places, Tori could go out and sight see. And since the entire crew was traveling by plane while their equipment was being shifted for the next tour, she felt like going out as a group to further bonding. The problem was her security was always around her. That, and her need to be there for her fans. When they did find a fan or two, Tori would take the time to pose with them, show them some attention, and in general show she wasn't too big to spend some time with the people. Jade and the security force, however, were constantly on watch for anything that could be a threat, or problem, or too big a distraction.
Jade's next problem was the number of people around them, in Africa, who were armed. She wasn't worried about the police, who seemed okay to carry fully automatic weapons with them, but the locals got her attention. There were a lot of knives carried around, as well as other weapons. Maybe it was because knives are tools, and they need them, but she saw threats everywhere, and reacted.
"Jade, relax, they don't have that many knives here." Andre assured her. "You just caught a couple of tribal groups, and they sometimes carry knives. It's okay. Tori has a lot of fans."
"And it's my job to make sure those fans don't try anything, like carrying her off into the desert, or cutting a part of her off as a souvenir." The blue eyed girl replied.
"The locals are not like that." Dre insisted. "We just need to be ready for possible threats, someone agitated, or otherwise acting strange. Keep your cool, and let her be the star she is. We have a guide with us to make sure she doesn't promise to be someone's wife or something."
"I just hope we don't have this problem in Asia." Jade mumbled.
"Which part?" Dre asked. "We have two shows in the middle east, and thats where we'll be keeping our eyes open. One in Saudi Arabia, a command performance, will be handled with extreme care. Then we have Dubai, followed by a few shows in the local islands, multiple shows in Asia proper, and then a few in Oceania. Trust me, we're gonna finish this soon, and then back to the Americas, where we have South and Central America, Canada, then back to the states for the last long led of the tour."
"At least we're getting more days off in between, right." The female bodyguard remarked. "We need it."
"Yea, but don't let Trina know that." He said, laughing. "She doesn't like too many days off. To her, we need to be making money. A show every night. No exceptions."
In the office area, Ryder was listening in over his radio link, as was Trina. "So, why the heavy touring schedule?" Ryder asked Trina. "We could get away with a much easier schedule, and still make a lot of money. Or is this her need to be seen by her fans. Can't stand that some of her fans won't be able to see her perform?"
"It was in her original contract." The manager said, looking out the window. "This is the last album, the last tour, of her original contract, and they wanted her performing her ass off for every dollar they paid her. So I made them pay us. Her next contract's gonna be easier for her. I know she wants a family, to do more movies. I'm gonna look after her, let her have an easier time for the future. Only perform if they can guarantee we'll make a lot of money."
"And her fans?" He asked
"They'll be able to see her, on line, or in person, as she tours." The Latina said. "But I feel that she's more then given back to them. No, my concern, like it's always been, is making her the biggest star I can, and unfortunately, even with the stake we have in this tour, she'll make a hell of a lot more money selling her music on line and using a television show of some sorts to support her career. So the next goal is to build her resume as an actress, making movies and maybe the right reoccurring role on a television series. Maybe, if we're lucky, it can be a showcase where she can debut new music periodically, support by on line videos and live performances on televised shows. With luck, we'll sell enough copies of her music, as well as other, supporting media, to more then make up the revenue lost from not touring as much. And when we do tour, it'll be more targeted, managed tours, hitting fewer cities and places. That way we can make each performance more of a special occurrence, which would help sell the movies we'll make of those tours. And as an extra, for her fans, they'd be able to buy the CD or download of the concert movie, and have her performances saved forever. Trust me, I've thought a lot about this, and I'm working on it. It's just, with everything else, especially the image I've worked so hard on, we'll have to make a lot of adjustments. Unfortunately, her girl next door, easily accessible image gives people the wrong idea, and we need to ween her off of the open to random strangers policy she has."
Ryder just watched the woman he had come to love talking about her plans for her sisters future. 'It's the right thing to do, for Tori, but is it what she'll think is the right thing? Tori seems to live for her fans. Then again, with someone like Beck playing with her mind, it's easy to see how having thousands of people screaming your name could make a difference. Probably feels like love to her.' He thought.
Meanwhile, Andre was working up the courage to have a more personal conversation with his friend and employer. 'Tori, we gotta do something about the games your playing.' He practiced in his mind. 'We have a layover day coming up. I'll talk to her then.' But things kept getting in the way, so he just never had the chance to talk to her about teasing jade. The best he could do was try and keep more then one person around Tori, so the raven haired beauty had some reprieve from Tori's new attatude.
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After the South African tour, as they were taking that promised layover day before flying out to the middle east, most of the people on the tour found themselves around their computers, watching as Robbie Shapiro did a special report. Yes, Robbie, the host of Robbarazzi, starring Robbie Shapiro, did a special on Tori, her music, and 'The ginger Fox Story', the movie she was starring in. A movie, coincidentally, scheduled for international release in just a couple months.
"As many of you know, Tori Vega played Ginger fox in the biopic about the troubles singer. I'd like to start by going over the similarities and differences between the two pop princesses." Robbie said as video played behind him and kinda to his side. They had two films of what was essentially the same thing, one of Ginger doing one of her performances, and another of Tori mimicking the same performance. The only sounds were of Robbie and his usual background noises. "Lets start with appearance. Tori is about the same height, but a thinner body type, more classically beautiful. Ginger is blond, gives off a much more sexual vibe, and is what many man wish they had, even if only for a night. Since the movie doesn't go too into her status as a sex symbol, it doesn't matter. Still, Miss Vega did an excellent job of burying her usual innocent vibe to look as much like the embattled singer as she could."
"Next," He continued, "Lets look at where they really matter. Ginger was known for her video's, mostly because her stage shows were forgettable. She got famous young, never had the talent or ambition to back up the fame and fortune her manager succeeded in acquiring for her, and thanks to auto-tune, never needed the singing voice. Tori, on the other hand, is a gifted singer, dancer and actress who can cover just about every talent Ginger was supposed to have but didn't."
He stopped to take a drink, Gingers comeback performance is now playing in the background. "Look, you can see the dancers moving her around the stage. And look at the smoke. Makes it kinda hard to see how she keeps forgetting the lines to her own song." Rob quipped. "Tori would never forget the lyrics to a song, and thats made this performance, in the biopic, really hard to watch." A smuggled out loop of footage from her version of that performance played in the background. "See how they removed dancers and cut down on the smoke, making her dancing that much more obvious. And the dancers, they're dancing with her, not around her. She doesn't need them to move her into place. Thats cause Tori can perform. Got it? Good. Now, the next thing to look at is image.."
"I think we've seen enough." Trina said, getting everyone's attention. They'd put it up on a big screen television in one of the rooms, where Trina had gone to try and asses the damage this report would cause.
"I doubt it." George, one of the dancers, said. "I've heard a rumor that he alludes to something during the show that will be a major scandal."
"Pa-leeze." The manager said. "I highly doubt he has anything like that."
"We'll, since we're staying in tonight, can we watch it anyways?" Tori asked. "I'm looking good in this."
After a bit, they got to the supposed scandal, and it was everything Robbie'd promised. "According to an inside source no longer with the Vega camp, Tori's sister, Trina, has orchestrated and controlled every facet of her sister career." The nerdy looking host said. "I knew Tori, and while the girl next door image is close to her own, I for one believe the source. The biggest reason, she dated Beck Oliver for ten years, and they weren't really that close. My source goes on to say that Trina Vega, who we recall is Tori's sister AND manager, held Mister Oliver down to further her and Tori's careers. Now I for one can say that never happened. Mister Oliver, while a talented enough actor, just rubs people the wrong way, and even in Hollywood, that kind of behavior can lead to no longer being used as a main attraction. Diva's take note. If you have too much attitude, then you'd better be worth the effort, cause they have plenty of other faces to bank on. Now, back to Tori, and the allegations about her sisters influence on her career. I do agree that Trina did control events around her sister, to the point where the very talented Tori Vega could well have been just another girl and still had some major measure of success. In that respect, her and Ginger were practically managed by the same team. Lets look at some footage..."
"Beck..." Trina growled. Robbie droned on in the foreground, gong over some footage of Tori's early public appearances, and pointing out how Trina was always in the background, controlling how she was perceived, the message the singer sent with her actions, even the little things like how Tori's relationship with Beck might have protected her from many of the users that would date up and comers like her.
"Besides, America loves a power couple, and Trina Vega gave us one to root for. Too bad Beck's become the very kind of man she'd intended to protect her sister from.." Robbie was saying.
"It's okay." Ryder said, wrapping his arms around the manager. "It's nothing we can't recover from. Yes, Robbie has it, which means that DirtNow has it, and we'll be dealing with it for the foreseeable future. But we'll take it, and just push past it. They can't hurt us now. Not like that."
"We'll see." The manager said, watching the screen as Robbie went back to the movie, and pretty much buried Ginger Fox over her complete lack of talent.
The middle east was a break from the norm, with Tori playing two shows there for the locals, both under careful watch from the promoters. It seemed, in some countries, the religious police would arrest everyone at a concert. So when they were in Saudi Arabia, they were taken to the dessert where a tent had been set up for them to perform an underground show. The audience was divided, with women on one side, and men on the other, and all of them anxious to see Tori perform. The cast and crew of Tori's show were allowed to set up, adjust the lighting and other effects as they needed, then went directly from a quick sound check into performing.
Trina watched from the side of the stage, absorbing every reaction from the fans in attendance. At one point, during a costume change, one of their hosts came back stage to greet the starlet. That had everyone on edge, with memories of the abduction attempt months ago surfacing in their minds.
"I was wondering if I could say hello to Miss Vega, or would you rather we wait for the after party?" He asked, his interpreter right behind him. Since he spoke perfect English, Trina was left wondering what purpose that woman possibly served.
'Wait, a woman?' She thought, taking a better look at the figure under the concealing clothing. Only it wasn't some coverall sack this woman was wearing, but a long, somewhat form fitting long sleeved dress. She had it open, just a touch, along the front revealing a second, more colorful dress of similar length under it. 'And who knows what else?' Trina realized. Her hair was covered, but not her face. It was her eyes, however, that gave everything away.
She was alert, watching, in many ways like Jade. "I totally understand if Miss Vega isn't able to sign an autograph right now. I'd hoped to beat the crowds." The host added, smiling.
Trina whispered something in Ryder ear, causing him to take a second look at the interpreter. "I don't mean to pry..." Ryder started.
"No worry, I can assure you, I take no offense at the way you're looking at my interpreter." Their host said. "Actually, I'm impressed. Most people would never have noticed the gun. You, my friend, are very observant. You, and that blue eyed girl who's been conveniently near by the entire time. I couldn't help noticing she'd picked up on who the threat was too. Faster, I'd say, then ever you."
After a moment of silence, one that was strangely comfortable, their host and his interpreter left to go back to their seats, letting Trina know that attendance to the after party was now mandatory. But despite feeling like something bad could happen at any moment, she needed to speak to Jade, fast, about what that woman standing in their hosts shadow was doing carrying a weapon.
"She's his bodyguard." Andre clarified, as soon as the two women had gotten together to speak. "A capable woman who can blend into the background is valued here, and one who can protect their employer is doubly so. I had no idea the Saudi's were using them, I just knew a woman who is willing to work in these conditions can make some serious bank. But they'd have to be experts in hand to hand, speak a couple of languages, and be ready to play the quiet, obedient follower until they were needed to take charge."
"Oh..." Jade said, watching her boss look just a bit nervous. "Wait, whats up? Is this about the abduction attempt… No, that no longer your concern, is it. Whats up?"
"He was sizing you up." Trina replied. "I think he may want to hire you."
"Don't worry, I doubt I'd want to work in a country where women can't drive." The raven haired girl said, smiling.
But Trina was still nervous. 'I've heard that some of these guys, they pay heavy salaries for women to guard their wives. Jade doesn't know yet how much this man's offering...'
A bit later, at the short after party, more of a meet and greet where the guests could get a few moments speaking with the pop princess, the host pulled Andre, and Jade, aside. "I was wondering, how capable is your girl here?" He asked the dark skinned head of security.
"We've had no complaints." Andre replied. "Why?"
"I was talking with my interpreter, and she thought, if your girl was willing, maybe they could figure out how good your girl is. I'm always looking for a proper addition to my camp, and from what I've read, she'd very loyal. I'd just need to know she was up to my needs." The Arab man explained. "Of course, to preserve modesty, she'd be tested by my bodyguard, and only in the presence of women. If she met muster, we offer fair compensation. Upwards of half a million dollars per year, if she has the right skills."
Jade wanted to say something, but she knew her place. Or rather, she'd been informed of when and how she'd be allowed to speak to the men here, and knew enough not to speak unless she was spoken to first. And she also knew that this man would never speak to her without first getting permission from whatever male was accompanying her. So she waited for Andre to introduce them. Once that was done, she said "I'm not the sit by quietly type. I'm not sure I'd be able to stay silent when things were happening."
To her shock, it was his interpreter who spoke next. "I totally get that. When I was in the army, I had no idea I'd ever be out here, in the middle east, living under religious laws. But there are exceptions. I have a job, and as such I'm allowed to speak with my employer. He understands that I may need to take charge, and if it comes to that, he does what I tell him too. But I also swallow a lot of my opinions, cause their not needed. Then again, as a bodyguard, we do that all the time."
"I'm under contract with the Vega camp for a while yet." Jade offered.
"And you'd need to learn about four languages. Not as hard as you'd think, but being an interpreter is one of the excuses they use to keep us near by." The other woman said. "You kinda have to be able to do that job too."
"Sorry, not interested." Jade said, smiling.
'Then how about we just find out how good you are, you know, cause I think we both need to know." The ex soldier said.
"I'd like that." Jade replied. "But it'd have to be controlled, cause if either of us get injured, we'd be of less use to our employers."
"Then we'll just have to agree on a way for us to figure this out without seriously damaging one another." The Army vet said, smiling.
After the post performance party, the tour was allowed to go into the city and relax, maybe see some of the sights. There were a lot of rules for them to follow, but no one in the tour wanted to try anything in a country where they still sentence people to floggings and sometimes behead people. So after a bit of looking around, taking in the differences, the whole cast and crew bunker-ed down in their hotels for the night. They'd be flying out the next day, some time in the late morning.
After a surprisingly restful nights sleep, Jade found herself in a segregated part of the health center. Only women were allowed in there, except for cleaning, and that was done during the centers off hours, so she was able to work out without having to cover everything. She saw just how relaxed the women in that country got when not in public. There were girls swimming in bikinis, a wide variety of workout cloths, and even a gym where she could do her practice.
It was where she met the other female bodyguard for some light sparring.
The fist part was feeling each other out, trying some quick moves to see what the other person would do. Jade saw her opponent seem to react to a feint, only to find herself pulling back as her hand was snatched. Shifting her hips, the tall bodyguard managed to get her hand free. 'Damn, I was hoping she'd try and hold on, so I could take her down.'
Jade was faster then this women, despite the other girl having military training. While Jade was able to maneuver her into a variety of situation, her opponent was very good at getting out of them. In the end, the thing that kept Jade from winning was a combination of her being unwilling to use full powered strikes, and this older woman's experience. Jade just lacked the combat experience that this woman possessed.
More then once, Jade would try to trick the vet into stepping into a hold or throw, anything where Jade could put her on the ground. Jade's strikes weren't hitting, not hard enough to get through the other woman's defenses. If the raven haired girl had stopped to think about it, she'd have realized that pulling her punches was costing her a fraction of a second on each blow, allowing her opponent to better redirect the impact. 'She must be able to read my moves.' The one time goth thought.
Of course, experience would have told her that her opponent wasn't seeing a tell so much as just knowing Jades style. The veteran could guess where each blow was gonna land, and react accordingly. Further, when Jade did mix things up, going for a grab when she faked a strike, her opponent would be able to quickly counter. The first time taught the taller girl a valuable lesson, she was up against someone well versed in the arts of submissions. Jade had to scramble to avoid the choke, and found herself forces back out of reach. 'Right, rely on strikes, not take-downs. She can reverse take-downs, put me in trouble.'
It took almost half an hour, and was watched by almost everyone who could spare the time. Jade was a trained grappler, experienced in cage fights, who knew her biggest strength was in her reach. She preferred to act as a striker, while sometimes relying on quick throws that took advantage of her skills while getting her out of reach from her foe as quickly as possible. The Army veteran was more of a submissions person, looking for some way to apply one of a thousand holds on her opponent to wear her down. Jade's skill, speed and one on one experience still took it's toll. The other bodyguard had to work slowly, carefully, to avoid being taken out while trying to take Jade down.
By the time they were done, both women were covered in sweat, panting from the exertion. Jade, however, fell for a quick switch movement that brought her falling backwards until she was held up by an arm wrapper around her neck. Jade was trapped, in a sleeper hold that surprisingly wasn't choking her out, but instead restricting the blood flow to her brain. She could feel the world getting hazy as she desperately tried to find any way out of the hold. But she was held up by her neck, and her legs, giving her zero leverage to break free. Reluctantly, she tapped. 'Might as well give the guys a lesson here, know when you're beat.' She would later remember that only the dancers, Tori, and Trina were there to see her fall.
"Okay, I won, but only cause you weren't expecting that trick." The army vet said. Jade was admiring her calmness. The army vetran wasn't unattractive, just not that attractive either. Plane, in phenomenal shape, but she didn't have the looks that the guys would come running to. "If you'd known that trick, I'd have lost. But thats the thing, it's not that common a trick. I faked you out and used that moment to get a hold of your arm. But I wasn't after your arm, I was after your neck, and just used that limb to get you closer. Most fighting schools teach you not to bother grabbing for the limb you don't want, cause you risk getting hit. I knew, however, I could control you once I got you, any part of you. And the dragon sleeper, it's really hard to get out of."
"You learned that trick in the army?" Jade asked.
"Four siblings, including three bothers and a hella bratty sister." The vet said. "I learned that out of self preservation. You can't always wait for your opponent to present the right target at you, and once you grab something, they're assuming thats what your gonna be damaging. Left you vulnerable for the switch, and that was all I needed."
Jade smiled. "So, why you working here?"
"The money." The vet said. "And you get a lot more respect, among your clients family, then most places. They're sexist, not stupid. They've very aware that I can break most men. So I'm valued for my skills, and for the fact that plenty of the people he does business with either think of me as nothing more then an accoutrement, or assume he doesn't think of me as anything more."
"So what are you gonna tell your employer?" Jade asked.
"That with the right language training, and a bit of cultural sensitivity, you'd be worth the money." The vet said.
"I'm Jade." The bodyguard introduced herself.
"Vicky." The veteran said. "Yea, don't laugh. You're boss has the same first name as I do. It's a common enough name."
"If you ever decide to take a pay cut in exchange for working with someone who'll drive you nuts, let me know." The blue eyed girl said. "Andre keeps saying he wants to add to security."
"I get over half a million dollars per year." The veteran told her. "Not gonna take a pay cut for more aggravation. I may be seen as almost property, but my boss knows when to listen to me. I've read the tabloids, seen Robbarzzi, and I know the kind of drama going on around your boss."
"Yea, but I had to ask." Jade said, smiling. "Look, I gotta go get dressed in far too much clothing so I can take a flight to another country where they'll ask me to wear much the same thing."
"Dubai is almost like here, but with a little more skin showing. Cover the knees and shoulders, and you should be fine." The veteran said. "Now I gotta go tell my boss your not interested in guarding his family. No biggie, they know how to take a rejection here. I just wish you'd accepted."
"Why?" Jade asked.
"There isn't another westerner in his home." The ex military girl said. "I'm allowed to watch all kinds of things, but I can;'t discuss most of them with his family. So I wanted someone to talk about whatever with."
"Sorry." Jade said, packing her stuff up and grabbing her outer wear so she could make it back to her room. "I'm traveling with the circus, not ready to give that up yet."
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Okay, lots of research went into this chapter, and I still could have gotten things wrong. I didn't pit too much of their adventures in Africa down, cause I covered what was going on. Tori isn't sure about her feelings fro jade, other then being sure their not romantic in nature. So instead, she's teasing the girl, just trying to get a reaction from the very professional woman. As for the middle east, I liked what I had them learn about the bodyguards. Turns out that women in that field can make a lot of money in that part of the world, as long as they can be passed off as something else, interpreters being fairly common.
So thoughts? Is Tori's new game gonna cause more problems? I'd love to know what you think. Also, lets hear it for Vicky.
