Meanwhile Viper Gets ready for the evening...
*Damn! He must have found out about my plans to steal the shipment of toxins coming in at the ship yard tonight after planting a poison gas bomb on that brat sparkler sidekick of his who always hangs out at the mall. Well at least I got the bomb planted on him. I might pull off this heist after all...if I can keep him...distracted.*
With an evil smile she put a dab of poison perfume on the back of her knee, her wrists, and the sides of her neck, eyed herself in the mirror and added some to her cleavage. *Just to make sure he ingests it.*
*But what on earth was all that hugging about? Did he know what I was doing, planting the poison gas bomb on him? Or is he just gettin' lonely? Did he reconsider my offer from Christmas? And how did he know to find me at the mall? Oh well. Just gotta keep him distracted while my Hand ninjas steal the shipment. Hmmm, if I remember correctly, "distracting" should be fun.*
Viper looked at herself in the mirror one last time.
*What the hell is wrong with this thing? I look shorter!*
She straightened the mirror, in hopes of fixing it.
*Now wait a minute, I'm not dieting. What's with my miracle bra?!*
She readjusted the bra, waiting for the cleavage to appear. Nothing.
More adjustments. Still nothing.
More, and more adjustments.
*DAMMIT!!*
Viper grabbed a box of tissues and stuffed half of them in the right side of her bra, and half in the left.
*I haven't had to do THIS since the sixth grade!*
She bent over, and shoved her resources back into their proper place.
"That's better," she spat, "Wierd... but better."
She grabbed her keys and left her hotel room.
*Damn! He must have found out about my plans to steal the shipment of toxins coming in at the ship yard tonight after planting a poison gas bomb on that brat sparkler sidekick of his who always hangs out at the mall. Well at least I got the bomb planted on him. I might pull off this heist after all...if I can keep him...distracted.*
With an evil smile she put a dab of poison perfume on the back of her knee, her wrists, and the sides of her neck, eyed herself in the mirror and added some to her cleavage. *Just to make sure he ingests it.*
*But what on earth was all that hugging about? Did he know what I was doing, planting the poison gas bomb on him? Or is he just gettin' lonely? Did he reconsider my offer from Christmas? And how did he know to find me at the mall? Oh well. Just gotta keep him distracted while my Hand ninjas steal the shipment. Hmmm, if I remember correctly, "distracting" should be fun.*
Viper looked at herself in the mirror one last time.
*What the hell is wrong with this thing? I look shorter!*
She straightened the mirror, in hopes of fixing it.
*Now wait a minute, I'm not dieting. What's with my miracle bra?!*
She readjusted the bra, waiting for the cleavage to appear. Nothing.
More adjustments. Still nothing.
More, and more adjustments.
*DAMMIT!!*
Viper grabbed a box of tissues and stuffed half of them in the right side of her bra, and half in the left.
*I haven't had to do THIS since the sixth grade!*
She bent over, and shoved her resources back into their proper place.
"That's better," she spat, "Wierd... but better."
She grabbed her keys and left her hotel room.