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A few hours had passed since her meeting with Edge.
As Jane turned the corner, she was forced to take an extra look at the GPS on her cellphone, just to ensure she was at the right place. At nighttime there might be a crowd of people lining up, but at a time like this, there seemed to be little to differentiate Angel’s Embrace from any other place. Luckily a neon sign confirmed that this indeed was the place, and Jane could put away her phone.
Without further hesitation she walked up to the guy outside, a tall man with a toothpick. And it was clear she caught his attention right away with the impatient pace in which she moved.
“I need to get in,” Jane said before the guy could even open his mouth.
“ID, please.”
“She’s here. That’s all the ID you are gonna get, tough guy.”
A moment passed where the bouncer seemed to scan her with his eyes, as if he had x-ray vision. Before Jane discovered her powers, she wouldn’t have messed with a guy his sized. Well, she would have, but she probably wouldn’t have won, even though she was a fighter from birth.
Before she had arrived at the club, she had made sure to wear one of her signature hoodies and applied an extra lair of make-up, making her almost look like a goth chick.
“Listen-“ the guy tried, but was interrupted.
“Nope, you listen. You can tell Lady Tori, that she is here. And she requests an audience.”
“Who’s here?”
For this, Jane stepped right up into his face. “She… as in the.”
It took a few seconds, but the tall man seemed to finally get the message. Most people realized Jane was not a woman to trifle with, once they recognized the seriousness in her cold stare.
Somehow the guy seemed much shorter when he gave a pad down to the Jane Doe. He didn’t seem thrilled either when discovering a grenade in her pocket, which he hesitantly confiscated. He then took out the stamp.
Jane hadn’t cared when he removed the explosives from her, in fact she hadn’t even blinked, though he clearly did. But now she was the one hesitating for a bit before reaching out her hand and receiving the stamp.
In reality neither Jane, or the organization she work for, knew for sure that Tori was who they suspected her to be. But an organization like Edge had noticed the long string of deaths that were connected to the strip club, Angel’s Embrace. And that was only a few of the strange events that surrounded the place.
Once inside, Jane found a table to sit by, until she would get an invite from the office. “Move along, little bird,” she mumbled to the girl approaching her. A waitress no doubt.
The establishment had class, not something Jane would ever be invited to. Had Jane not had a love one, she would defiantly have explored the place. Allow herself to enjoy it even. Instead she only checked out the wonderful, tight piece of ass that passed by. It was all about the little things, especially since this day was about to get a whole lot more crazy. In fact the future of the city would most likely be determined by just two individuals: Tory and of course Jane Doe. What a strange, strange thought.
A few hours had passed since her meeting with Edge.
As Jane turned the corner, she was forced to take an extra look at the GPS on her cellphone, just to ensure she was at the right place. At nighttime there might be a crowd of people lining up, but at a time like this, there seemed to be little to differentiate Angel’s Embrace from any other place. Luckily a neon sign confirmed that this indeed was the place, and Jane could put away her phone.
Without further hesitation she walked up to the guy outside, a tall man with a toothpick. And it was clear she caught his attention right away with the impatient pace in which she moved.
“I need to get in,” Jane said before the guy could even open his mouth.
“ID, please.”
“She’s here. That’s all the ID you are gonna get, tough guy.”
A moment passed where the bouncer seemed to scan her with his eyes, as if he had x-ray vision. Before Jane discovered her powers, she wouldn’t have messed with a guy his sized. Well, she would have, but she probably wouldn’t have won, even though she was a fighter from birth.
Before she had arrived at the club, she had made sure to wear one of her signature hoodies and applied an extra lair of make-up, making her almost look like a goth chick.
“Listen-“ the guy tried, but was interrupted.
“Nope, you listen. You can tell Lady Tori, that she is here. And she requests an audience.”
“Who’s here?”
For this, Jane stepped right up into his face. “She… as in the.”
It took a few seconds, but the tall man seemed to finally get the message. Most people realized Jane was not a woman to trifle with, once they recognized the seriousness in her cold stare.
Somehow the guy seemed much shorter when he gave a pad down to the Jane Doe. He didn’t seem thrilled either when discovering a grenade in her pocket, which he hesitantly confiscated. He then took out the stamp.
Jane hadn’t cared when he removed the explosives from her, in fact she hadn’t even blinked, though he clearly did. But now she was the one hesitating for a bit before reaching out her hand and receiving the stamp.
In reality neither Jane, or the organization she work for, knew for sure that Tori was who they suspected her to be. But an organization like Edge had noticed the long string of deaths that were connected to the strip club, Angel’s Embrace. And that was only a few of the strange events that surrounded the place.
Once inside, Jane found a table to sit by, until she would get an invite from the office. “Move along, little bird,” she mumbled to the girl approaching her. A waitress no doubt.
The establishment had class, not something Jane would ever be invited to. Had Jane not had a love one, she would defiantly have explored the place. Allow herself to enjoy it even. Instead she only checked out the wonderful, tight piece of ass that passed by. It was all about the little things, especially since this day was about to get a whole lot more crazy. In fact the future of the city would most likely be determined by just two individuals: Tory and of course Jane Doe. What a strange, strange thought.