So, I finally got the next chapter up! I'm glad you guys seem to like this story so much! Hope you enjoy...
Gdayshadyrusher, I believe you'll find the answer to your question in this chapter... :-D
Sam/Silver-
His black car easily cleared the corner, and her eyes lazily studied their surroundings. They were deep in a city, and his car was slowing in front of a distinct building.
It was tall, with rounded legs around windows of glass, rising in a tower form to the sky, with what was obviously one-way glass. In other words, it was a breath-taking piece of art amongst all the other blocky, fancy buildings surrounding it.
"Here?" She asked him in surprise, and he smirked at the awe-struck look in her eyes.
"Why not?" He swung a key ring on his long, pianist fingers, and she quickly brought her gaze back to the building.
"We need a temporary operation base anyhow, and why not use one of my creations in the meantime." It wasn't a question, though his voice rose seductively at the end, and she tried to hide the blush forming on her cheeks.
"Won't this be one of the first places the WOOHP spies come looking?" She asked, her chest tightening as she remembered her place, and thought of the destruction of this graceful tower. He snorted.
"Please, like Jerry even realizes what I do in this city half the time. Besides, thinking that they'd even realize it's here is already an insult to my intelligence." He stepped forward, presumably to put the key in the lock, but the door slid open, and her eyes widened again as she followed in after him.
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Clover had followed the clues to this warehouse. It wasn't shutdown, though it was abandoned at this hour of night. She smirked.
Sam would be exposed, she and Alex would come to her rescue, and Sam would remember where she really belonged. As the third, slightly important member of their trio; the 'supposed brains', while she was the seductress.
And not to pay any disrespect to her glorious role, she pulled out her compact, puckering her lips as she studied herself in the reflection.
She obviously didn't stop to think what consequences visiting a dangerous, murderous, and moral-free criminal could have.
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He almost laughed at how easy it was to lure her here. It would be so easy to snap her neck, and rid himself of one of Jerry's precious spies, but then Samantha would never truly fall into his grasp.
No, he would have to wait. But he was fine with that.
It didn't seem to cross her bimbo brain that he was as dangerous as a starving tiger, and five times more lethal.
"Thing two," He drawled, making her jump, and turn her attention to him. "Where's thing three?"
To her credit, she stepped forward as if she had nothing to fear. But that was what made him that much more eager to show her what fear really was.
"I think you'd be much more interested in the whereabouts of Thing One." She drawled in what she obviously thought was a seductive voice.
"And why?" He said, making his voice hard.
"Oooh," She cooed. "You don't know, do you?"
He laughed inside, showing only a cool, unaffected smirk as his mask.
"Don't I? What do you think you know that escaped my notice." She was easier than a violin.
"Silver Shadow is Samantha Simpson."
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Sam sighed in pleasure as she lay back on the bed. In all honesty, she'd never slept in anything as comfortable as this bed in her entire life.
This apartment was luxurious, but then again, was she expecting anything less from Scam?
Past the doorway, a slick black and white windowless lobby greeted them, an elevator waiting front and center.
"Careful Silver. Wouldn't want you to fall, now would we?" His hand traced the small of her back, guiding her over the six inch gap between the elevator and the lobby that she hadn't noticed.
Electric tingles made their way down her spine, and she pushed it off, instead realizing that no floors were listed in the shiny black and chrome elevator that glided upwards almost unnoticeably.
The doors glided open, and instead of revealing more minimalist furnishings in black and white, she was greeted with all around ceiling to floor windows.
Dark wood furniture adorned with cream, and splashes of color, a section of the wall that wasn't window held a large flat screen TV, and a doorway led somewhere else in the tower.
The sunset view was mesmerizing, and she found herself drawn to the unfolding cityscape below. He only chuckled behind her, before gesturing towards the doorway.
"Didn't you say you wanted that shower?"
She had blushed, before following him through, to find a single bedroom and bathroom.
"These are your quarters." He had told her, and she was certain that he had somewhere more secure hidden away for himself, safe from prying eyes.
When she came out of the shower, there was a black negligee waiting neatly folded, the price tag still attached. Blanching at the price, and what consequences were waiting for her, she sighed.
There was no other choice.
So now she was laying here with the covers pulled to her chin, wishing there had been a lock on her door.
But he would've gotten in anyways.
The room wasn't bad. It was a continuation of dark wood floors, warmed slightly by a patterned rug, and the blue sheets and comforter she was hiding under. There was a desk by a double window that would've qualified as a sliding door if it was openable. An elaborate dresser finished the room, and it was locked.
She had scowled, and knew he'd done it on purpose immediately.
Sam yawned, her eyes catching on her silver colored nails for a moment before the bed seemed to swallow her whole.
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If anyone had been in the factory, or if the surveillance cameras were playing, they would've seen what audio couldn't capture. A figure dressed in black with chestnut hair walking away from a limp blonde in civilian clothes.
He smirked. A single spotlight shone on her. It's your favorite position, isn't it? And she certainly would be in the limelight starting tomorrow.
Jerry was going to have some fun. Plus, he had adjusted a few things for his convenience.
A rich chuckle escaped his throat as he kept walking, occasionally stopping to plant evidence, or erase her clumsy entrance.
"Silver Shadow is Samantha Simpson."
"I know."
Dunh dunh dunh! What happens next? :-D