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Like Mother, like son.
Like Father, like daughter.
Chapter five:
The two dark forms slipped through the darkest places of Down Below. Places where murder loomed in every corner. Places where unimaginable horrors took place everyday.
Since they had skipped lunch, they stopped at a low quality fast food place. They had spent all day with their contacts. Now, they sat down for a minute and Susan leaned back exhausted. The angle at which she leaned back caused her cloak to fall to the sides. Her breasts pressed against the seams. Her slim figure was unintentionally forced into the air. Michael said nothing. He loved her like a little sister and would never look at her with dirty intentions. So he didn't think that others might not be so considerate.
A group of low lives saw quite clearly. With their intentions clear they walked over. The leader a larger man, taller and heavier than Michael came over with arrogant look of ownership in his eyes. He leaned over their table and grabbed Susan's slight 5'6" 100 pound frame and yanked her to her feet. After this her eyes snapped open as he pushed her to the ground with a sneer," Kneel woman, I think I shall make you my whore."
He didn't know what hit him. Nor did his other friends. Susan summoned the last of her strength and pressing her pike to open before swinging it in true warrior style. Michael joined her and within a minute the group was on the ground with Michael beating some respect into them.
That incident was a reminder to both Susan and Michael what they sacrificed for the light. Since Marcus had come on board he had along with Michael and Susan set up a information net in Down Below. Much of their work was under cover and Susan's cover was that of a prostitute.
She never had to do much. Just wear a slinky out fit and go meet her selected clients. Upon entering the establishment she would casually select the pre planned person and head over and began to flirt with him. She would touch and casually kiss. But thankfully she had not had to go any further, yet. She would lead her client into a back room and coax the details out of him before causing him to faint though nerve pinches, knock outs etc. The clients, who were always a little drunk rarely remembered that little detail.
Michael and Marcus would be there as bartenders, customers etc. to keep an eye on her. So as not to draw suspicion she would occasionally come over to them and make a pretense of flirting. Despite the careful planning Susan privately felt like a slut because of this and Marcus and Michael felt almost as bad for having let her down.
No one but those three knew how exactly they obtained the information. Unknown to them, their secret would not remain so for long
Author's note: I am trying to fix it so that I am able to accept anonymous reviews. I have no problem with that and am trying to fix it. Please wait and review after the problem is resolved.
Like Mother, like son.
Like Father, like daughter.
Chapter five:
The two dark forms slipped through the darkest places of Down Below. Places where murder loomed in every corner. Places where unimaginable horrors took place everyday.
Since they had skipped lunch, they stopped at a low quality fast food place. They had spent all day with their contacts. Now, they sat down for a minute and Susan leaned back exhausted. The angle at which she leaned back caused her cloak to fall to the sides. Her breasts pressed against the seams. Her slim figure was unintentionally forced into the air. Michael said nothing. He loved her like a little sister and would never look at her with dirty intentions. So he didn't think that others might not be so considerate.
A group of low lives saw quite clearly. With their intentions clear they walked over. The leader a larger man, taller and heavier than Michael came over with arrogant look of ownership in his eyes. He leaned over their table and grabbed Susan's slight 5'6" 100 pound frame and yanked her to her feet. After this her eyes snapped open as he pushed her to the ground with a sneer," Kneel woman, I think I shall make you my whore."
He didn't know what hit him. Nor did his other friends. Susan summoned the last of her strength and pressing her pike to open before swinging it in true warrior style. Michael joined her and within a minute the group was on the ground with Michael beating some respect into them.
That incident was a reminder to both Susan and Michael what they sacrificed for the light. Since Marcus had come on board he had along with Michael and Susan set up a information net in Down Below. Much of their work was under cover and Susan's cover was that of a prostitute.
She never had to do much. Just wear a slinky out fit and go meet her selected clients. Upon entering the establishment she would casually select the pre planned person and head over and began to flirt with him. She would touch and casually kiss. But thankfully she had not had to go any further, yet. She would lead her client into a back room and coax the details out of him before causing him to faint though nerve pinches, knock outs etc. The clients, who were always a little drunk rarely remembered that little detail.
Michael and Marcus would be there as bartenders, customers etc. to keep an eye on her. So as not to draw suspicion she would occasionally come over to them and make a pretense of flirting. Despite the careful planning Susan privately felt like a slut because of this and Marcus and Michael felt almost as bad for having let her down.
No one but those three knew how exactly they obtained the information. Unknown to them, their secret would not remain so for long