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Sun Worship:

”I am pleased an honored to make your acquaintance Señora Genzales... But please, call me Alex.”

'Then "Alex" it is,' the gorgeous Bonita replies, also switching to Portuguese as she reclines once more & gestures for Alex to take the seat next to her, '& you must call me "Bonny" - all my closest friends do...' ::sly

Taking a moment to cast her eyes over Alex's Nova-firm body the Brazilian beauty sighs gently, then flashes him another smile,

'Forgive me, Alex,' she explains, 'it is just that you are so much more striking in person than your picture would suggest... We simple plain folk never quite get used to being in the presence of those like you.' Despite the subtle hint of false humility in her tone, it seems to Alex as if Bonny's words carry a genuine sense of awe... in fact he notices that her breathing seems to have quickened slightly (which has a charming effect on her ample cleavage ::blush ). Finally ripping her gaze away from her Elite guest, Bonita - appearing a little more flustered than, perhaps, she'd like - indicates a bottle of sun lotion next to Alex's chair,

'Do you mind?' she asks, a slight touch of nervousness filtering through her calm exterior as she rolls onto her front & unfastens her bikini top, 'I prefer to get an even tan...'

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Talking Smooth:

'Uh...' Basilisk seems rather caught off-guard by Guy's sudden reasonability in the face of her own tirade, '... right...'

::blink

'I... uh...' Basilisk goes from 'off guard' to 'stunned' - the steam has gone & the glow in her eyes has died to its more usual levels...

The female Elite slumps back in her seat, frowning slightly as she runs her lizard-scaled fingers through her hair. It's hard to judge her emotions with the shades & glowing eyes & all, but Guy's pretty certain that the woman's trying to decide how to react, trying to fathom Guy's own reasons & motivations... but whatever her misgivings, in the end it's too good a deal to turn down. Moistening her lips slightly she nods,

Somehow Guy manages to keep up the outward Oriental inscrutability. Inside it's all *GET IN THERE, MY SON!*

'O-okay,' she stammers a little before frowning again & regaining her composure, 'Okay, you're on: my mask & eufiber for the DMD's mask &... er... a "night on the town"...'

He allows himself a smidgeon of a smile...

Casting a glance up & down Guy's body Basilisk's frown turns into a smile as her confidence seems to return,

'Yeah, okay,' she says, 'I guess that's not too much of a sacrifice to make... So... you'll drop off the outfit & pick me up from my hotel tonight then? I'd rather get this done sooner than later, if you don't mind...' ::sly

*She's checking you out - to'ally in to you, mate! Steady now!*

Guy shrugs in response - "No probs, luv. Between you and me, I'm a bit keen meself."

Waiting only long enough to pay (although I presume they've done so already - this being a greasy spoon after all) and collect Basilisk's details, Guy swivels off his chair, gives her a naughty parting grin and a ::wink and vanishes into a group of students.

That night - around 8

There comes a gentle tapping at Ms Winter's chamber door... "As hif someone were gently rapping... softly, gently... not like wif a two-by-four..."

Guy grins as Jean opens the door. He's turned out smart for him - black jeans, a Smiths T-shirt with an black shirt with a collar open over the top, and a leather jacket over that, hair recently shaved down to a number 2 - he's almost bordering on the 'not scruffy'.

Guy hands across a small duffelbag containing the suit. "'ello Luv. Really 'ope you're better at changing 'at 'an me, cause we going for a little ride."

Downstairs

"Your chariot h'awaits!" he says with a bow. It's more of a Classic Vespa than a chariot, but hey.

From there, if all goes according to plan - it's a night of zooming through Cambridge's one way system (not necessarily the right way), stopping at night spots, and generally just having a good night out. Getting to know her, and genuinely taking an interest on the way.

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Sun Worship:

Alex took out his shirt, picked up the bottle, and poured a fair amount of lotion on his hands. As he let the lotion warm he commented,

"The word 'plain' doesn't describe you Bonny, you're very beautiful and far outshine myself. It is also my hope we become very good friends."

*Hmm. She's a novaphile. This explains some things. So is this her fantasy, or is she just trying to seduce me? And as long as I'm wondering, are those real? Could be, or maybe that expensive bio-mod plastic surgery. Very impressive woman. There's a genetic lottery somewhere and it looks like she won. The same could be said about me, I guess. That's sort of what this is about; There's an instinct somewhere, mate with the strong. It also lets successful 60 and 70 year old men get young attractive wives.*

*And if you want to totally kill the mood you could explain all that. You're over thinking things again. Less thinking, more backrubbing.*

Alex asks,

"How's this?"

Rather than simply brush the lotion on, Alex rubbs it in, starting with Bonny's neck and working his way down to her shoulders, then back and sides. He takes his time, uses a lot of lotion and enjoyes himself. Reaching her lower back he jumps down to her legs and thighs and works up. By the time he reaches her end his breathing is a little ragged.

Lightly fingering her lower suit he asked,

"Won't this leave tan lines too?" ::innocent ::devil

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It's a Date!:

"No probs, luv. Between you and me, I'm a bit keen meself."

The Samurai's parting shot repeated itself in Basilik's mind once more as she leaned her head against the wall of the hotel suite shower & let the warm water run across her lizard-skinned body. What was his game? She just couldn't figure the man out. She'd come to England expecting a fight - at least of words, if not a genuine physical battle - on her hands, but every time she thought she had The Samurai pegged he seemed to switch directions. When she'd yelled at him in the dirty little café she could have sworn he was ready to leap across the table & snap her neck then & there... she'd been an Elite too long not to recognise that look in his eyes... But then he'd pulled a one-eighty & not only promised her the outfit & mask back, but asked her on a date...

... If that was what it really was. Jean had her doubts - maybe he was just setting her up for something? An ambush maybe? Or just more humiliation? But he'd seemed honestly apologetic about the incident in Chad, & she didn't think he'd start something violent in his own back yard (one of the reasons she'd risked yelling at him like that). So... a date then... But why? Basilisk looked at her own hands, the grey reptilian skin, then ran them down the contours of her body: okay, so she had a great figure, but she wasn't a Nova-level beauty or anything, & the skin... well, maybe he was kinky or something? She'd met a few of those, although they tended to rethink their attraction as soon as they actually touched her - fantasy never lived up to reality, did it?

Basilisk sighed & stepped out of the shower to towel herself down, glancing at her own reflection in the mirror, her glowing, deadly, eyes staring back at her. Shaking her head she let slip a laugh - what was up with her? She hadn't worried so much about the way she looked since her boyfriend had walked out after she'd erupted. Could it be that she was actually attracted to the British Elite? Jean frowned at her reflection - The Samurai, like her, had that Nova-perfect physique, that much was true, but he was no oil painting himself - an exotic ethnic blend, maybe, but compared to her own condition pretty normal. No, that wasn't it. True, she'd always gone for the more athletic types, but what made this Guy stand out? Just because he was a Nova? Just because he'd actually asked? Maybe... but there had to be more to it than that...

... Then it hit her. Laughing out loud Jean wrapped the towel around herself, walked into the bedroom, & slumped back on the bed. It was so obvious: he was dangerous, that's why she felt an attraction. That had always been her weakness, her addiction - hence the plane trip over the desert which had ended up with her erupting, hence the love of the Elite lifestyle. Living on the edge, risking it all - it was a heady drug she couldn't get enough of. Now this man, this Elite who'd already fought her in an actual honest-to-God war, was asking her out & she didn't know if he was trying to attack her or kiss her...

'God, Jean,' she murmured to herself with a smile on her lips, 'you are a total excitement slut... you should be ashamed...'

"As hif someone were gently rapping... softly, gently... not like wif a two-by-four..."

Jean blinked & glanced at the bedside clock - she'd really let time slip away from her: stupid Greenwich Mean Time! Making sure her towel was secure & her hair looked okay she quickly stepped across to open the door.

"'ello Luv. Really 'ope you're better at changing 'at 'an me, cause we going for a little ride."

Basilisk blinked again, casting an appraising glance up & down her escort for the evening - all things considered, he didn't scrub-up half bad... & what was this about a ride? A smile played across her lips as she recalled her revelation of moments ago - damn it all, she prefered not to know: let him surprise her, for better or worse! Taking the offered duffle she glanced inside,

'The suit?' she exclaimed, sounding more astonished than she'd meant to, so quickly corrected herself, 'I... er... I mean: the suit, thanks.'

'Come in,' she offered, as she carried the duffle to the bathroom, 'I'll just be a minute.'

Closing the bathroom door behind her Jean leant back against it & pulled the suit from the bag. It felt weird to have the eufiber between her fingers again: a little alien after its encounter with The Samurai. No matter, it was back where it belonged. With well-practiced ease she let power flow from her into the outfit, & in turn felt the suit become its old, familiar self as it moved, fluid-like, across her body, under the towel, & morphed itself to her unspoken commands. Removing the towel she stood in front of the mirror, wiping the mist away to look herself up & down - now clad in her old Elite outfit. Comfortable, she admitted, but hardly first date attire... Focusing, Basilisk watched her reflection as the outfit morphed into a series of different evening dresses & clubwear - still she couldn't find the right look. Letting her mind wander for a moment, trying to guess what the evening had in store, she jumped slightly (& would have been blushing if her reptilian skin could) when she noticed that the suit had morphed into a rather racy set of black & red lace lingerie! Maybe she was more out of practice with the stuff than she'd thought? Shaking her head she settled on a look inspired by The Samurai's own 'smart casual': low-slung, tight, hipster jeans with calf-high high-heeled boots & a plain black belly-top. Nice, but not too flirty, she decided - anyway, she could always change her mind later on if the need arose. God how she loved eufiber!

Downstairs...

"Your chariot h'awaits!"

Basilisk laughs at the sight of the scooter & eagerly mounts as a pillion passenger behind The Samurai, wrapping her arms tightly around him as they zoom off, breaking local helmet laws & violating the complex one-way system Cambridge shares with many other old towns who's street layout was chosen pretty much by random building during Medieval times. Guy notes that the fast, dangerous, driving on the tiny vehicle seems to both relax & excite his date, & by the time they start hitting the student-infested nightspots of Cambridge she's in the mood to strut her stuff on the dance floor - something she proves to do extremely well, rolling her hips to the rythmic beat almost as if they had a mind of their own. Between the pair's heightened physical prowess & Nova bodies, Guy's exotic ethnicity, & Basilisk's unique appearance, they quickly become the centre of attention at every nightspot they hit...

... By the early hours of the morning, Guy & Jean (now on first-name basis) find themselves in a farmer's field just outside Cambridge, along with several hundred other party-goers gyrating to the thumping bleeding-edge Novox tunes being pounded out by the massive speaker set-up of one of the many illegal raves popular in the area. The two Elites, both seeming to possess unlimited endurance, are dancing on top of one of the largest speakers to the cheers of the (more than a little wasted) crowd when the music suddenly dies & a loundhailer announces,

'This is the police - stay where you are: officers will pass among you & carry out searches for illegal drugs.'

The disco-lights are replaced by floodlights, revealing a large force of police officers surrounding the happy (now startled) clubbers...

Perfect Timing:

"How's this?"

'Mmmm...' responds Bonny dreamily, '... lovely...'

"Won't this leave tan lines too?"

There's a brief moment of silence, & Alex feels Bonny go a little tense under his fingers... then she relaxes again,

'True...' she murmurs in a rather breathy voice, not looking up, 'best you... ah... remove them...' ::blush

At that moment, Alex's phone rings... ::tongue

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Proving Ground:

....a smart white man, in his early forties Aaron would judge, with neatly styled short dark hair & a pencil moustache, dressed in a short-sleeved linen safari suit, walks over to him & offers his hand,

'John Potter,' the man confirms, & Aaron recognises the voice from the earlier call, 'thanks for coming.'

...

Potter smiles at Aaron & shrugs,

'In any case, he's studied the files - he asked for you by name. I'm hoping to sell him on a few others too, but it's up to you to make a good impression so that the good Colonel is in more of a mood to part with his people's money... Hmmm...' Potter looks thoughtful for a moment then adds, '... do you know any other good "tank busters" you've worked with in the past? If he likes you, then a recommendation from you might be the way to play it.'

Aaron firmly shakes Potter's hand as he keeps his eyes on his potential client (and the tanks being loaded with live shells).

"Well, Alloy's pretty tough, and fast too. I'm sure Shockwave could hold her own as well. I'd say DMD, but rumour has it that something's goin' on with him right now. Uh, maybe Tank?"

Making his way towards Colonel Mbaïki, Aaron instinctively runs his hands down his Elite uniform, pressing out imaginary creases.

"Colonel, I'm Thunderbolt. I understand you're interested in a demonstration? What did you have in mind?"

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Perfect Timing:

There's a brief moment of silence, & Alex feels Bonny go a little tense under his fingers...
Alex stills his fingers and thinks,

*Maybe going a little fast there Alex?*

then she relaxes again, 'True...' she murmurs in a rather breathy voice, not looking up, 'best you... ah... remove them...' ::blush
*Or maybe not.* ::blush Alex puts his hands on Bonny’s ass and…
At that moment, Alex's phone rings... ::tongue
Alex’s hands still yet again and he thinks, *Arrrg!* ::angry

*Why did I turn that thing on again after the plane? Oh right, so Bonny or whomever could contact me. Mental Note: In the future THALL SHALT TURN THE PHONE OFF BEFORE GETTING TO 3RD BASE. Turn it off and continue? This is a mood breaker anyway… and we were moving a little fast. We’ll restart this again inside.*

Alex sighs heavily and remarks,

“Sorry. But if they want to drop a q-bomb on me again I’ll say ‘no’ this time.”

Alex takes his hands off the nearly naked supermodel’s ass and answers his phone.

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Tank Bustin':

"Well, Alloy's pretty tough, and fast too. I'm sure Shockwave could hold her own as well. I'd say DMD, but rumour has it that something's goin' on with him right now. Uh, maybe Tank?"

Potter nods in response to Aaron's suggestions,

'Alloy's a real option - I've seen the footage of that high-speed ram thing he does... I don't know what he calls it, but it looks damned effective. Shockwave... well, possibly, but I suspect the Colonel is a little too old-fashion to consider hiring a female soldier. As for Tank... well, let's just say his reputation proceeds him... & in this case that's not an advantage...'

"Colonel, I'm Thunderbolt. I understand you're interested in a demonstration? What did you have in mind?"

Colonel Mbaïki grins & offers his hand,

'Ah yes, Thunderbolt - I have seen the OpNet pictures of your work: very impressive, very impressive. I myself am convinced you are the man for the job, you understand, but my superiors insist on making certain of such things before money exchanges hands - I'm sure you understand...' ::biggrin

At that moment Alloy - in his Big Joe mode - speeds up to the testing range, trailing the usual cloud of kicked-up dust in his wake. The Colonel's friendly expression instantly becomes angry as he turns on Potter,

'What is this?' he demands, gesticulating wildly towards Big Joe, 'This "hard sell" tactic will not work on me! You insult me! I have told you, we will not spend any more money than we need to!' ::angry

With barely a glance at Alloy, Potter steps towards Colonel Mbaïki, hands apart in an open gesture,

'My dear Colonel,' he says in his smoothest tone, 'this is a mere demonstration - it costs you nothing to, at least, see more than one of our Elites in action. I'm not trying to force you into anything...' seeing the Colonel visibly calm, Potter steps a little closer &, in a low, conspiritorial, voice, adds, '... although, between you & me, it is rare to get the opportunity to hire two such skilled & powerful Elites at the same time. Why don't you watch the demonstration before you make any final choices, hmm?'

Placated, Colonel Mbaïki nods &, escorted by Potter, makes his way to the observation tower. One of the techs walks over to Thunderbolt & Alloy,

'We've set up six drone tanks on the range,' he explains, 'they're remote operated retro-fitted old Russian stock from the Cold War - so feel free to smash 'em up as much as you like - as long as you get the job, the client ends up footing the bill one way or another.' He winks ::wink & starts to turn, then pauses & adds, 'Oh - & let yourselves get hit by a shell at least once - the punters like to see that: to make sure you guys are tough enough for the job I guess. Happy hunting!' ::smile

It Never Rains...:

“Sorry. But if they want to drop a q-bomb on me again I’ll say ‘no’ this time.”

Bonny sighs & pouts, but seems too relaxed to make a fuss...

Alex answers his phone to a young-sounding woman with an Indian accent,

'Mister Green?' she inquires, sounding a little nervous, 'my name is Nitara... Nitara Chakravarthy. I... ah... I was wondering if we could make a date... No! I... um... I mean, when would be a convienient date to meet? I was told you were in Mumbai... You... um... I understand you've... ah... read my file?' ::unsure

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It Never Rains...:

Bonny sighs & pouts, but seems too relaxed to make a fuss...
Alex eyes her and considers,

*Well, maybe not quite a mood breaker after all.* Alex continues to stroke Bonny with his other hand while he flips open the phone.

Alex answers his phone to a young-sounding woman with an Indian accent,

'Mister Green?' she inquires, sounding a little nervous, 'my name is Nitara... Nitara Chakravarthy. I... ah... I was wondering if we could make a date... No! I... um... I mean, when would be a convienient date to meet? I was told you were in Mumbai... You... um... I understand you've... ah... read my file?' ::unsure

Alex says,

"Ah..."

Alex glances down at Bonny,

*I wonder how open minded Bonny is?*

*Say Bonny...*

*...Would you mind if I invited another Lover here?*

*...I know an orphan...*

*...What do you think about three ways?*

*Right, bad idea. Am I really socially skilled enough to juggle two women? I probably have the stamina for it… but am I really dishonest and sneaky enough to do this without them finding out? Sure, both women are in the entertainment business. Sure, it’s a foreign country where I don’t know my way around, don’t speak the language, and all the servants work for Bonny. No doubt I can talk one of them into flying me back to the city.*

*Another bad idea. I think I’ll kill someone when I get back to Africa. That’s more my speed.*

*OK, moment by moment. Less thinking, I’m in the middle of something here. No, make that at the “end” of something.*

Still stroking Bonny, and occasionally tracing the outline of her remaining swimsuit piece, Alex says,

"…Yes I have. I just got in, and I can’t talk right now. I’m going to have to get back to you. I’ll try to call back in a few hours.”

After pausing for acknowledgement, Alex hangs up and this time turns off the cell phone. Putting more lotion on his hands, Alex says,

"I’ll tell you about it later. I think I was about to…”

Unless she stops him Alex slowly unties Bonny’s lower swim piece and pushs it aside,

"…finish putting lotion on you.”

Alex continues his massage, making it as sensual as he can. Finally he says,

"Hmm... either I need to take a cold shower, or perhaps we should take this inside?” ::wub

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It's a Date!:

'God, Jean,' she murmured to herself with a smile on her lips, 'you are a total excitement slut... you should be ashamed...'

Jean blinked & glanced at the bedside clock - she'd really let time slip away from her: stupid Greenwich Mean Time! Making sure her towel was secure & her hair looked okay she quickly stepped across to open the door.

Basilisk blinked again, casting an appraising glance up & down her escort for the evening - all things considered, he didn't scrub-up half bad... & what was this about a ride? A smile played across her lips as she recalled her revelation of moments ago - damn it all, she prefered not to know: let him surprise her, for better or worse! Taking the offered duffle she glanced inside,

Guy grins inwardly as he catches Jean's appraising glance... and returns one of his own - nothing massively leery, but not trying too hard to hide his interest either *A towel... nice*

'The suit?' she exclaimed, sounding more astonished than she'd meant to, so quickly corrected herself, 'I... er... I mean: the suit, thanks.'

'Come in,' she offered, as she carried the duffle to the bathroom, 'I'll just be a minute.'

"'K - sure"

Closing the bathroom door behind her Jean leant back against it & pulled the suit from the bag.

Guy looks about the hotel room casually for signs of 'personality'.

"You were right, 'o course. " he says to the bathroom door as he ambles about.

"'at suit never felt right... was a bleedin' 'mare to try an get it to fit right... specailly round the... um... yeah h'anyway... I figure h'if I'd really earned it... it wouldda... worked out better."

It felt weird to have the eufiber between her fingers again: a little alien after its encounter with The Samurai. No matter, it was back where it belonged. With well-practiced ease she let power flow from her into the outfit, & in turn felt the suit become its old, familiar self as it moved, fluid-like, across her body, under the towel, & morphed itself to her unspoken commands. Removing the towel she stood in front of the mirror, wiping the mist away to look herself up & down - now clad in her old Elite outfit. Comfortable, she admitted, but hardly first date attire... Focusing, Basilisk watched her reflection as the outfit morphed into a series of different evening dresses & clubwear - still she couldn't find the right look. Letting her mind wander for a moment, trying to guess what the evening had in store, she jumped slightly (& would have been blushing if her reptilian skin could) when she noticed that the suit had morphed into a rather racy set of black & red lace lingerie! Maybe she was more out of practice with the stuff than she'd thought? Shaking her head she settled on a look inspired by The Samurai's own 'smart casual': low-slung, tight, hipster jeans with calf-high high-heeled boots & a plain black belly-top. Nice, but not too flirty, she decided - anyway, she could always change her mind later on if the need arose. God how she loved eufiber!

When Jean finally comes out of the bathroom, she hears a soft, appreciative whistle from where Guy is sitting reading the hotel's cable channel guide.

As he gets up and heads over he grins and says "Not 'alf nice. Com'on!"

Downstairs...

Basilisk laughs at the sight of the scooter & eagerly mounts as a pillion passenger behind The Samurai, wrapping her arms tightly around him as they zoom off, breaking local helmet laws & violating the complex one-way system Cambridge shares with many other old towns who's street layout was chosen pretty much by random building during Medieval times. Guy notes that the fast, dangerous, driving on the tiny vehicle seems to both relax & excite his date, & by the time they start hitting the student-infested nightspots of Cambridge she's in the mood to strut her stuff on the dance floor - something she proves to do extremely well, rolling her hips to the rythmic beat almost as if they had a mind of their own. Between the pair's heightened physical prowess & Nova bodies, Guy's exotic ethnicity, & Basilisk's unique appearance, they quickly become the centre of attention at every nightspot they hit...

Sometime during the night Guy realises - *Mate - you 'aven't 'ad this much fun since... since... well it's been a bleedin' long time innit. A BLEEDIN' LONG time.* He grins across at Basilisk and randomly invents a new and highly comical dance move to get her to grin more. *Wicked! ::tongue She's a right laugh - skin's a bit bleedin' wierd, but 'en you're 'ardly gonna discriminate on 'at score are ya mate ::tongue *

... By the early hours of the morning, Guy & Jean (now on first-name basis) find themselves in a farmer's field just outside Cambridge, along with several hundred other party-goers gyrating to the thumping bleeding-edge Novox tunes being pounded out by the massive speaker set-up of one of the many illegal raves popular in the area. The two Elites, both seeming to possess unlimited endurance, are dancing on top of one of the largest speakers to the cheers of the (more than a little wasted) crowd when the music suddenly dies & a loundhailer announces,

'This is the police - stay where you are: officers will pass among you & carry out searches for illegal drugs.'

The disco-lights are replaced by floodlights, revealing a large force of police officers surrounding the happy (now startled) clubbers...

::ohmy ::tongue Laughing and flying high on the night's energy, Guy grabs hold of Jean's waist. He looks into her deadly eyes and says, "Trust me, luv, I'm a Nova ::devil" and Launches them off the speaker, up and out of the searchlights - up into the night - in the direction of the next farmer's field.

*Mate... What about the bleedin' Vespa...* he thinkis when it's already far too late... *Aw, screw it... Can sor' 'at out later....*

He grips Jean a little tighter and throws in a couple of aerial flips before landing.

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