c o m m o n . t h i e f
part 4
AN: transcript found from darkangeltv.com
"47 people paying $20,000 each to be smuggled into Canada so they could earn enough money to eat...are dead. They were marched overboard last night by their ruthless handlers who operate with the knowledge, support and active collaboration of government officials only too happy to look the other way for a piece of the action."
Max sauntered into Logan's computer room, drops of rain still cascading down her leather catsuit, making it cling to her sodden skin.
For the first time in broadcasting history, Eyes Only faltered.
"Th-this must never happen again."
Logan nearly choked as her flow of liquid movements brought her closer and closer, hips swaying from side to tantalising side.
"Those... responsible are on notice. Their power and privilege will not protect them. They will be held accountable. This has been a streaming freedom video bulletin...via the Eyes Only informant net. Peace...out."
Stream over, Logan detached the headset but didn't dare leave the safety of his seat. Max looked about ready to pounce.
He swallowed, "So Sonrisa's outta the game. His wife, the one with the real money, happened to find a tape of his more... extra-marital activities. Lauren's safe in her own house and the world..."
He trailed off as the dark beauty stalked forward, leaning in with both hands supporting her on the arms of his chair. His mouth was a breath away from hers.
"I think you're done talking now."
Logan nodded wordlessly, his eyes doing the talking as they trailed down every one of her voluptuous curves. Her cheshire grin smouldered.
"See anything you like?"
Logan's eyes darkened at the invitation and his voice rumbled in the response he barely found air for, "Maybe."
Her smile grew into a leer at his positive turn, replying in a husky whisper that pinned him to his seat, "Cos you said you could help me if I helped you."
"Which you've done. Very. Thoroughly." Logan returned, a reminder, a promise.
"Good. Cos I have a problem." She licked her lips, closing in on her prey, closing the distance between them.
"Hope I can help." He offered earnestly.
"Oh, I'm sure you can." Max assured him, straddling his lap, "How much do you know about my feline DNA?"
END PART 4/4
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