"Hello?" a gruff voice spoke from the other side of the line.
"Trick, wake up! Stat! We got ourselves a shit-tuation" Kenzi sounded alert.
"What? What's going on? Kenzi?" Trick tried to come back to reality from a deep slumber he was enjoying.
"Trick, Bo is in Moscow, right this second. With Tamsin. They found a weird …machine in your underground palace, fawned it until they were whooshed away and now they are in fracking Moscow! We gotta call…"
"Good grief, Kenzi, slow down! Where's Bo? And why she was fawning something of mine?" Trick was trying hard to make sense of what he heard.
"Meeting! ASAP! I'm calling Dyson. Get decent, we'll be at the Dal in 10."
"Alright..." Trick replied to already beeping sound of an empty line.
Trick, Dyson and Kenzi, all of them looking pretty disheveled, were in front of the mysterious machine and staring at it as if it was going to talk back to them.
"So what is it anyway?" Kenzi was the first to break the silence.
"That's a Transferor" Trick sighed, "I just got it yesterday from a good friend of mine."
"What it does?" Dyson asked, concern lingering in his voice.
"Basically it's a unique device, one of a kind, designed by a crazy Fae professor three centuries ago to help navigate through space without consuming time.'
"Whoa, so you saying that's a space travel apparatus here?" circling her finger at the object Kenzi turned her head to face her Fae counterparts, eyebrows raised high.
"Something like that. But the problem is, no one ever known how to use it. The crazy professor died 60 years ago and didn't leave any information behind" Trick replied.
"Well, apparently Bo and Tamsin were lucky enough to crack this mystery…machine" Kenzi quipped.
"I wouldn't say that, you can use it all you want, the problem is, you never know where it's gonna get you, a moon or a pit of snakes or an alligator jaw." Trick was becoming stern. "And it was very unlike Bo to try to sneak in here and touch anything this recklessly without even telling me first."
"I hate to break your scold on Bo, Trickster, but apparently it was Tamsin's idea to play with your toys." Kenzi tried to defend her best friend.
"I bet Tamsin wasn't even sober" said Dyson, with a small snicker coming under his breath.
"And now we have to deal with this mess." Trick didn't find the situation funny in any way. Getting both women out of a country with enormously strict passport and visa control system would take some time and effort. Also how were they going to navigate somewhere in a very different culture with language they couldn't understand, not to mention pesky Russian Faes, very territorial and very authoritative, also pretty disliking of their own kind from Americas.
"We wait for Bo's call, I'll explain her everything. I'm afraid we won't be able to have any progress on the matter until morning comes either way." said Trick. "Drinks?"
"Hell yeah!" exclaimed Kenzi "Hit me with the strongest one. I need to process Bo going to Russia without taking me with her, of all people."
Dyson quite silent during all their meeting just nodded in approval.
"I thought you knocked him out for good, how the hell was he walking talking", Bo was panting heavily trying to keep up after Tamsin.
"You think I know?! Those Russians are made of steel and vodka, you can never knock them out in one go" Tamsin was answering between inhaling big gulps of air.
The police whistle could be heard behind them as they were chased after by young policemen a clocked guy managed to call for after waking from being unconscious and discovering he didn't have his wallet anymore.
Tamsin turned right, into another alley, Bo hot on her heals, she was feeling the exhaustion creeping up her body but they sure as all hell couldn't get caught right now.
Tamsin turned again, this time left and was greeted by a group of policemen pointing their guns at them and fiercely screaming something in Russian.
"Shit! Shit shit!" Tamsin cursed loudly.
"Tamsin, can you cast doubt on all of them?", Bo panted out halting to a stop next to the Valkyrie.
"Unless you want to drag my unconscious ass on your back, succubus" the blonde retorted.
"Ok then, what do we do now?" Bo couldn't imagine having to deal with more trouble than they already had.
"Run!" Tamsin darted further up the alley they were running before, Bo dashed after her. Shots were fired, lucky for the girls, they managed to get out of the way and all bullets grazed either building walls or concrete.
"Fucking hell! Fuck Shit Fuck!" Tamsin was cursing away loudly, seeing as their situation was getting out of hand.
She and Bo turned into another alley and then another one, policemen didn't seem to be this fast.
Bo was still managing to keep her wits together, however she felt like she could collapse any second. Before she knew it she was grabbed by her waist and shoved into some hard wall or object or whatever the thing was, that made her almost loose her consciousness. A hand was placed on her mouth. Bo briefed a sign of relief seeing it was Tamsin who pressed her body into the wall. They heard policemen running down the alleys, some ran past the place they were hiding, fortunately no one saw where they disappeared.
Once the tension started to ease out Bo felt herself become dizzy. Her hunger started to kick in, and Tamsin's body, pressed firmly against hers didn't help the matter on hand not one bit. 'Damn it Tamsin's breasts are too distracting even if i don't see shit in this darkness' Bo thought.
Out of the corner of her eye Valkyrie thought she saw Bo's eyes flash blue. 'She must be hungry damn it', the blonde furrowed her brows.
And then she jerked her hand away from brunette's mouth as if burnt and pushed her body a bit off her, but not too far away, so she was still in succubus private space, inches apart.
Both women kept silent for a minute more, catching their breath and trying to compose themselves enough to figure what to do next.
Bo closed her eyes and leaned full-weight on the wall, she was feeling like shit and hungry as if she hadn't fed in weeks. But she was too stubborn to even want to consider mentioning it to bitchy Tamsin. Lucky for her the Valkyrie couldn't pass out on rubbing it in her face.
"Whatsup Succubus, you seem out of breath."
"Shut up, I'm not in the mood for banters" Bo whispered angrily.
Tamsin smirk was gone, replaced by a deep sigh.
"You need to feed, cause we need to get out of here in one piece."
Bo didn't reply.
"Listen, I'm not interested in dragging your ass around the police town. So take my chi and let's move on." Tamsin's whisper grew angrier.
Bo kept silent for few seconds more, then she grabbed Tamsin by her shoulders, spun her around and shoved her into the wall she was just leaning on herself. She crashed her lips hard on Tamsin and after few seconds of exploration started to withdraw the powerfully delicious Valkyrie chi.
This time it wasn't as painful as Tamsin remembered, actually it was bordering on pleasurable, a thought the blonde had to fight hard to push away from her mind. As for Bo, she was trying hard not to look desperate or lose control, cause ripping Tamsin shirt and pants off would not bide well with their current predicament. Also, she still had her pride after all.
"Господин?" (Master?)
A dark figure casting a long shadow was sitting in a gold-plated chair that looked more like a throne. There was a big window in front of it. Whole room was enormously huge and spacious, richly decorated, gold-plated ornaments and artifacts filling every fiber of it.
"Да, Борис?"(yes, Boris?)
"Поступила информация, что в городе появился знаменитый суккубус, не принадлежащий ни к Мраку, ни к Свету…из Канады." (There is information that a famous succubus, belonging neither to the Dark, nor to the Light is in the city…the one from Canada)
There was silence in reply. Stretching for few long minutes.
"Приведите её ко мне" (Bring her to me)
dun dun dun :D
soooo, your guesses who that might be