Object 02
The likes of the Tokyo Police and the Japanese Self-Defense Force surrounded Kokyo, the Japanese Imperial palace in the Chiyoda ward of Tokyo. The guarding began around 8:00 PM, and it was now daybreak at 5:00 AM. The soldiers and police were getting tired, and they yawned with the earnest of drowsiness. City officials were growing impatient because they desperately wanted to open the East Gardens to let in tourism and free up the often busy traffic. Eventually, the force decided to call it quits and prepared to leave, starting with the JSDF.
During that time, agents from the ACME arrived in a rented Toyota sedan. The first to come out from the driver's side was the rugged and goateed Cole Gannon in a blue suit. From the passenger's side came sexy redhead woman Ivy Lieg in a black business suit. In style, the two agents snapped off their thin-frame sunglasses and pocketed them. Ivy joined up with Cole as the Lieutenant General Iwasaki of the JSDF and two of his armed escorts approached them.
"Good morning sir," greeted Cole with a bow and in standard Japanese. Ivy did the same gesture as well.
"Good morning," greeted Iwasaki.
"I take it that Carmen did not show up."
"We wasted a good portion of the city's taxes just by being here. I'm telling you, Carmen is retired. She has never been the same since the Malcolm Avalon incident."
Ivy's eyebrow twitched.
"Think of it this way," said Cole, "at least you prevented possible crimes around this area by being here. Still, you cannot be too careful with mastermind like Carmen. For your efforts, ACME will compensate for your time wasted."
"As you say so."
Cole and Iwasaki parted with handshake, and then a bow. The Lieutenant General then went off the continue directing the removal effort of the JSDF and the police.
"If this keeps up," said Ivy, "ACME will go bankrupt, and we'll be out of a job. We're already strapped for cash, and our workforce has been reduced to twenty-five percent of our peak."
"At least we managed to stay afloat with new and inexpensive technology," said Cole as he pulled out his Apple Newton PDA to jot down some random notes.
"Which further put us in the red line thanks to your suggestion."
"Don't blame me because our new The Chief approved of it."
"Him again..."
"Ivy, why do you remain distrustful of him? He seemed like a nice gentleman."
"I am still unsure of that guy. It just seems that he is there to make ACME his own test organization."
"And I am surprised that you are still working for him."
"You don't have to like your boss in order to love your duty. You know why I am still pursing Carmen after all those years."
They heard a faint ring. Ivy opened their car door and reached over to grab the gerbil-sized Motorola cellular phone to answer it.
"Ivy speaking," she said.
"Why hello Ivy!" cried an ecstatic voice.
Ivy furrowed, but then cracked a smile to feign her enthusiasm.
"Oh, hello Leila," she uttered. "How are things going at your end?"
Ivy and Cole consisted of the primary investigation team sent to Tokyo to ascertain Carmen's no show, for she was rumored to literally lift the entire Japanese Imperial Palace off the ground and put it somewhere on a floating platform in the middle of the Indian Ocean.
The secondary and covert investigation was at Kyoto in a seedy and neon-lit yakuza-owned bar. ACME agent Leila Long, was at the other end of the conversation with her Gerbil-sized cellular phone. The casually dressed, Leila hailed from Hong Kong and had a very outgoing and flirtatious personality that sometimes irritated people, especially Ivy. That was because Leila constantly hits on Ivy's little brother, the dashing blonde Zack Lieg who had successfully conquered puberty. Also casually dressed, Zack was no longer the scrappy know-it-all geek, although his new geek passion is anime Kung-Fu cinema. He was taller, a little more muscular while retaining his slenderness, and now rivaled Ivy in martial arts. Right now, he was at the corner of the bar at a table conversing in fluent Japanese with a creepy Japanese girl known by her surname, Yubari.
"Zack is currently talking with a yakuza member about Carmen's presence here," continued Leila. "She's actually a high-schooler--a pretty one at that."
"Leila, please," said Ivy.
"No need to worry. I won't let any girl steal your baby brother away from you."
"That does not sound reassuring."
"Talk to you later!"
"Wait a minute you--"
Right as Leila hung up, Zack had just finished the conversation with Yubari and parted with an uneasy smile. Yubari's piercing eyes followed him, but today was not the day for her to kill. She decided to enjoy the fruit smoothie the blonde white North American had just bought her by sucking through the straw with her glossed lips.
"You think she's cute?" Leila smiled.
"She is," said the voice-settled Zack.
"But something tells me that there is something wrong with her."
"Let's leave this place."
"Oh?"
Zack left the yen payment and walked out of the bar with Leila clinging onto his arm. They end up on the street where across from them slept an unsavory drunk. He wasn't homeless because he was dressed in a white shirt and a dark jacket and slack. He happened to be the owner of the bar that was across from him, and that was just a front to throw off his enemies. Zack and Leila began walking like a couple down the street and towards a more secure, safer, and public part of Kyoto. It was designated as such due to the yakuza bribes to the city officials.
"So what did you learn from that creepy girl?" Leila asked.
"Three of Carmen's agents arrived and drove away O-Ren Ishi's Crazy 88's," replied Zack. "Then they disappeared in a limo and a couple of support sedans, and left their usual fall guy--Ben Dover."
"She decided to not steal anything after all."
"Actually, one girl was taken. She is a fighter that goes by the name of Rebecca Maryland Wolfe."
"Rebecca Maryland Wolfe, huh?"
When Zack and Leila got back to their hotel, they immediately called Ivy and Cole and relayed their findings.
But they could not do anything further in their pursuit of Carmen, for she and her special agents had already left the country on a private stealth jet speeding towards Guangzhou, China. At the middle of the jet, Becky, who had changed into a purple V.I.L.E. jumpsuit, held fast onto her crotch as she waited for the bathroom to be vacant. It had been fifteen minutes and she was suffering. It would be unbecoming for her to urinate in her pants in Carmen's presence, but perhaps she had a thing for urine-soaked girls. Either way, she had to go, and right the going in a toilet was the least messy and least embarrassing thing to do.
Finally, the indicator above the door flipped to unoccupied, and Becky breathed a sigh of relief. Impatient, she immediately opened the door.
There was no one. Actually, there was something. She looked down and saw a fuzzy dark gray cat with a blue eye on the left and gold eye on the right. The cat looked back at her contemptuously. Regardless, Becky greeted with a smile and attempted to pet it.
The cat bit her. It then ran off to luxurious passenger seats and curled up on the table next to Carmen.
Becky thought they were joking about Carmen's cat, Carmine, who was commonly referred to as "The Pussy", as having a sour temper towards everyone except Carmen herself. She never expected a cat to bite her.
After urinating, Becky walked back over to sit right next to Carmen on the reclining seats that had a table between them. Carmen had her trademark hat and coat stored away for the ride. Almost as to entice someone, Carmen took off her tie and opened up her wet white shirt very close to her bra and breasts. It seemed that she was always crossing and uncrossing her legs seductively on a strict schedule. She drank her margarita seductively, and she even exhaled seductively. Becky felt hot whenever she was near her, but she didn't want to sadden her by jumping out of the plane. Besides, it was too late for her to back out.
"You can still back out of this little Becky," smiled Carmen.
"I might as well ride this one out," said Becky. "I always wanted to know how the great master thief worked her organization."
"Aren't you curious on why I want you by my side?"
"I am a bit."
"First, I'd like to ask what you are doing in Kyoto in the first place."
"Well, to make a long story short, I got into an embarrassing argument with my sensei concerning her wife and daughter. So to avoid punishment, I ran away without having to complete my training. Strapped for cash, I decided to take an assassination job, which I soon found out to be very difficult as I imagine."
"So the thought of apologizing to your sensei didn't cross your mind?"
"I became frustrated with her training. She kept on beating me after my repeated efforts to learn the ultimate technique from her. She said that my soul was not at ease."
"Do you wish to go back?"
"I'm not so sure. I'm too scared to."
Carmen petted Becky's head and said with earnest, "You poor thing."
Becky gently pushed Carmen's hand off her head. "I just need some time off, but I am all right ma'am."
"You don't have to be so formal around me. Just call me Carmen."
"But our age differences..."
"I'd like to be your friend Becky. It would be very nice."
"Okay... Carmen."
"That's good," smiled Carmen.
It was still a couple of hours until their arrival in Guangzhou. Carmen decided to nap with her wide-brimmed fedora hat over her face whilst snoring. Becky, on the other hand, idled by her time listening to a private music channel on the onboard jukebox and settled onto classical and jazz music after a vain attempt to find punk and gothic metal.
She was tempted to wake Carmen up, but she didn't want to reach her hand over The Pussy, who could at any moment leap up and bite Becky yet again. After deciding not to, she then overheard a commotion going on in the rear coach section reserved for the V.I.L.E. special agents she had met earlier.
Becky headed over there and saw that a card game was going on between Sir Kim Zishun, Sharon Herpes, and The Butch, all of whom were dressed casually in t-shirts and sweatpants.
"Oh, hey Becky," said Kim. "Would you like to join us?"
"We're almost done with this game," added Sharon.
"Unh!" said The Butch.
"Sure," said Becky as she sat down next to Kim.
"Oh, would you like a drink?" said Sharon. She then reached over and rummaged through the boxy plastic cooler by her side.
"Let's see what we got here..."
Then Becky noticed Kim and The Butch shaking their heads with an uneasy wince. She also realized that Kim and The Butch were wearing rubber gloves. Quietly, Kim pulled some out from his pocket and gave it to Becky, who then put it on without incident.
"Would you like some Kirin?" Sharon asked. "Oh, what am I saying? You're underage. I guess I'll have to give you Pepsi."
"No thanks," winced Becky. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure. I don't want to have to go pee with The Pussy lurking around."
"I know what you mean. Okay then--let's begin!"
And so they played go fish. Kim discreetly mentioned to Becky that they had to be good or otherwise Sharon would get excited and start touching, hugging, and kissing people at random.
But another problem arose for Becky, for almost every time The Butch's turn came up, Becky had almost all of the cards she wanted.
"Unh!" said The Butch.
"What?" replied Becky.
"The Butch asks if you got any fives," Kim translated.
"Um, okay."
Becky gave her a five of diamonds.
"Unh!" said The Butch.
"Is she talking to me again?" asked Becky.
"She asked if you have any aces yet," Sharon translated.
"No, I don't. I don't mean to be rude, but don't you guys have like a portable electronic translator for The Butch."
"We used to have a lot of them," said Kim, "but they kept on getting lost."
"Look, I'm really sorry about losing them," said Sharon. "You don't have keep on bringing that up."
"I-it's okay! The Butch must have some jealous rivals from her college."
"The Butch went to college?" Becky asked.
"Oh, yes. She is a graduate of the highly accredited University of Butcharest. That school is famous for its ancient linguistics study program and anthropology."
"She's really smart too," Sharon chimed in. "She graduated with high honors, magna cum laude, with a B.S. in computer science. The Butch's computer programs is what hid Carmen from ACME and the rest of the world for a while."
"That's, um, cool," Becky said.
"Unh!" said The Butch.
"Eh?"
The Butch reached from underneath her seat and procured a book from her carry-on duffle bag. She handed it over to Becky. On the cover it read How to Speak Butchese in 7 Days.
"Unh!"
"I'll read every word of this," said Becky.
"Unh!"
Becky set the book aside and resumed the card game with her friends. Kim won the game.
It was getting close to landing at the private airstrip, so Becky had to return towards the front and sit next to Carmen.
"Had fun?" Carmen asked.
"A bit," said Becky. "Your underlings are quite friendly."
"I prefer not to call them such."
"Then what do you call them?"
"Sometimes subordinates, and sometimes employers. But I'm trying to wean myself from using those labels. I prefer to call them... co-workers."
"I see."
Carmen took her cat and strapped on a special seat by the hull wall. Then she strapped herself in her seat and willingly assisted in securing Becky in her seat.
"You didn't have to," said Becky.
"I insist."
"Okay."
Once settled, Carmen breathed a deep relaxing sigh and then reclined her chair back. Becky skimmed through the Butchese language book until their landing. She was only on the first page of the first lesson, and she became utterly perplexed on how difficult their writing system, which was a heavily bastardized version of Cyrillic and Aramiac and how one word, syllable, or grunt could represent a word, an idea, and an entire novel.
For exampled, "unh" with a semi-high tone means hello, whereas "unh" in a somewhat low tone means goodbye. And "unhh" with singsong stop at the end is the entire speech of Bucharest Prime Minster Une Eunh III (the "e" is silent) when she was sworn in.
"I hope I don't offend her," Becky said to herself.
They soon landed at a private airstrip in Guangzhou where Becky, Carmen, and her agents transferred over to a furnished private helicopter that barely seated them all. This was stop was just a transfer over to Coloane, the southernmost island of Macau directly south of the city.
On a hill overlooking the northern shores of Coloane, there was a SUV where a man sat on the engine hood peering through his long-range binoculars. He was balding, and he didn't want to shave it off at the behest of his girlfriend back in the U.S.A. Many say he looked like Tom Cruise with Bruce Willis's hair.
This man liked looking at butts. He didn't care if was male, female, old person, baby, animal, or even an insect. He had a fetish of looking at butts. He was assigned the codename Seymour Butz because of this. But the real reason Carmen hired him was because he had unparalleled eagle vision. Right now, he was taking every opportunity to catch a glimpse of a Chinese White Dolphin's butt as it leapt into the air during its swimming run.
Not far from him was a fourteen-year-old Argentine boy that could not keep still. He ran in place and did all manner of leg stretches during the wait. A collar was attached to his neck, which was attached to a chain leash than ran to the towing hook of the SUV. He was chained like this because of reputation as an unstoppable runner and bicyclist. In fact, he could outrun most cars on just a bicycle, and sometimes with his bare legs and shoeless feet. Once he started going, there was no stopping him, and he was a prodigy in the deadly style of bicycle martial arts. He was given the code name Moe Mentum for that very reason.
"When do I get to go?" Moe repeated. "When do I get to go?"
"Patience," said Seymour as he drooled at the rare sight of a flying fish butt.
"But you're just staring at butts all day!"
"The helicopter is not set to arrive in one minute."
"It's here! It's here!"
"Just as I was about to see a seagull's butt."
Seymour fixed his binoculars and his eagle eyes up into the air towards the left side of Carmen's private helicopter. As he looked past windows he saw in an interested instant a wolf-eared teenage girl sitting very close to Carmen.
"What did you see? What did you see?" Moe asked.
"Looks like Carmen's picked up someone," smiled Seymour. "I hope she has an interesting butt."
"Can I go now?"
"Yes you can."
Seymour put aside his binoculars and leapt off the hood of the SUV. He walked up to Moe and took the chain leash off his collar. Excited, Moe performed one more sequence of stretches, and at the same time Seymour took out the performance bike from the trunk and put it out.
"She's all yours," said Seymour.
"I'm off!"
Seymour pushed the bike. As the bike rolled by itself, Moe ran and jumped on it. With his feet on the pedals and his butt in the air, Moe sprinted off in a mad dash. Seymour immediately got his binoculars to peer and watch Moe's butt rhythmically jiggle in the air in a hypnotic left and right motion.
"I'll never get tired off that sight," drooled Seymour.
Moe pedaled fast and hard downhill and westward to western port town. He made his way to Our Lady of Sorrows: a Catholic Church where he was supposed to contact the other special agent.
At that church, a priest had just finished his Monday mass, and was now conversing the mass of horny Chinese and Macanese women. This priest was no ordinary one at that. He was a calm and bespectacled tall black man, a rare sight in Coloane, and the heartthrob of all of the female townsfolk and his fan club back in the rest of Macau. But as usual, he was nervous about being surrounded by these women, most of who were in their late thirties and forties, and many of who had attended his Sunday mass just yesterday. It wasn't because he has sworn celibacy during his training and his indoctrination in the Iscariot Organization, the Vatican's Section XIII. He suffered rare ailment called reverse-erectile disorder. In other words, his penis was almost always erect. Thus, he was forced to were special briefs to keep his, um, manhood pulled up against his torso. And to hide that, he would try to be dressed in long black priest robes or loose shirts. But whenever he became aroused, his erectile penis would shrink, causing him to loose balance and his general focus as well as having shortness of breath.
His disorder was both a blessing and a curse. With almost constant erection, the black priest became stronger than most men and had higher resiliency. However, it also pushed his heart into dangerous levels, requiring him to take special medicine to lower his blood pressure. Doctors had said that he would not live past his fifties. So he decided to make his ailment more useful by joining the Iscariot Organization to hunt down heathens dangerous to the Catholic Church. After indirectly causing the Rwandan Genocide incident, he became disillusioned with the Vatican and joined Carmen. He still remained a Catholic priest and hoped that Section XIII would crumble internally.
Because of his special gift, he was codenamed Father Bo Nerr. Right now, the women were swarming him, and there was a great chance that one of them would grope his boner.
"Coming through!" yelled a voice.
Moe plowed through the women, but did not run over any of them. Ignoring their Chinese and Portuguese slurs and insults, Moe screeched to a halt and then spun around to face Bo.
"Bo!" he greeted. "She's here."
Relieved, Bo performed a quick sign-of-the-cross gesture and breathed a deep sigh. "Thank God," he said.
"Meet you there," said Moe.
In one kick, Moe launched off into the streets in his mission to tell the other agent of Carmen's arrival.
Not far away in the operating room of a private practice, a nervous middle-aged Chinese man dressed in nothing but a polka dot patient's gown was lying upside down with his naked butt pointing upward. His head was on a padded hole so that his face could still be free.
Just then, an amiable fifty-year old bleached-blonde female doctor from Melbourne, Australia entered the room.
"Are ready for the session Mister Chen", said the smiling doctor.
"I'm a little nervous," said Chen. "Are you sure that this will cure my erectile dysfunction disorder?"
"Don't worry. This is way better than the aphrodisiacs on the market. After this, you'll be a new man, and you and your wife--or mistress--will be shagging like there's no tomorrow."
"Well, I paid good money for this, so let's get to it."
"Certainly."
The doctor put on her velvet white gloves and grinned sinisterly. She pushed the button on the wall that shuttered the windows. The lights dimmed and switched to a demonic red. The doctor then pulled down a large lever on that same wall. Suddenly, the ceiling opened up and down came a mechanical monstrosity that had many robotic arms with various sterile penetrating devices that had one sole purpose.
"Um, what is going on doctor?" asked Chen.
"Please relax sir."
All of a sudden, Chen felt something being hard-jammed up through his anus, and caused him to scream loud like a high-pitched woman. Unfortunately, the people in the waiting room and reception office could not hear him, for the operating room was soundproofed. Right now, the idle people were listening to a song sung by a famous lounge singer.
"It works!" the doctor laughed madly. Suddenly there was knock on the window. The doctor deactivated the probulator, turned the lights back to normal, and opened up the window. Outside was Moe rearing to go.
"Doctor E. Rogenis," said Moe, "Carmen is here."
"She is?" said Rogenis.
"You know the rendezvous."
Moe pedaled off through the alley. He made a turn and then went past the front entrance of office. It was titled in Chinese, Portuguese, and English, Dr. E. Rogenis: Advanced Proctology--Cures the Incureable, Puts the Za-Zing back in your Love Life.
"Doctor," wheezed Chan. "Is the session canceled?"
"Of course not!" grinned Rogenis. "You still have exactly one hour and fifty-nine minutes to go!"
"What?"
Rogenis reactivated the probulator, which then resumed pumping whatever indescribable device after another in and out of Chen's anus. After she left the room, she told the nurses to cancel the rest of today's appointment and let Chen out when he was done. Later in the day, the nurses would forget, and Chen would be stuck for the rest of the night with one or two of the probulator's arms still stuck inside him.
Doctor E. Rogenis was just an alias and codename, albeit a somewhat misleading one. She served as the mad medical doctor for V.I.L.E., although her treatments were sometimes unorthodox and very penetrating.
Meanwhile inside a dimly lit strip club, the one in town, a male bouncer named Lin engaged in a heated argument with one of the unsavory patrons. This patron, the young Chang, apparently went over the line and touched the stripper Jun during a private striptease session. Usually, they would throw the guy out, but the owner decided to shake some money off him. However, Chang was member of a local mob group haling from Taipa Island directly north of Coloane, and he was always with his two burly mainland-born guards. No one liked the spoiled Chang, not even the father, who also happened to be the head of the aforementioned mob group.
"I won't pay," Chang said. "It's obvious that it is not in your policy to shake money off me like this."
"But you crossed the line and fondled Jun," said Lin. "I demand you give her and our company due compensation."
Chang's two guards moved in closer towards Lin, who was shorter. Still, he stood his ground with determined eyes.
"An apology is not enough?" said Chang. "Are you out of your mind? That bitch took my hand rubbed all over herself!"
"You liar!" shouted Jun.
"What seems to be the problem?" said a feminine Nordic voice.
Stepping before them dressed in a red tuxedo was a pretty yet tomboyish Swedish woman with short yellow-blonde hair.
"This man won't pay for what he did to Jun," said Lin.
"She forced me to touch her," said Chang, "just so she can shake money off me."
"I see," said the Swede. Then she bowed towards Chang and his men. "Then I offer my sincerest apologies."
"But..." Lin stuttered.
The Swede discreetly winked at both Lin and Jun.
"You wouldn't..." uttered Jun.
"As a compensation for my companions' accusations," started the Swede, "I shall offer you personal session just for you. You, see I'm not just an expert bouncer."
"Really?" grinned Chang.
"This is a once in a lifetime chance. Where else would you see a blonde and white girl from Sweden?"
"All right!"
"Oh, and why don't take your friends with you? I'll give them a peek of my valley."
The Swede playfully led Chang his two guards back to the private room where Jun had just performed. As the men settled down on the leather couches, the Swede climbed up on the one across from them.
"This is gonna be good!" Chang slobbered.
"Keep your pants on, boy," smiled the Swede.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"First off, I would like you three to turn around."
"Why should we?"
"It's a surprise," she winked.
"Okay. Turn around you fools."
"Yes sir," acknowledged the guards.
They got up from the couch and turned around to face the wall. The Swede started to strip off her clothes rather noisily in order to arouse the men. As she done so, she threw over them so they could catch her articles one by one.
"No peeking," she reminded them.
Soon enough, she came down to her panties. After taking them off, she flung them so that it could land on Chang's head. Chang quivered in ecstasy. He took off the panties off his head took a big whiff from them.
"I'm ready."
In a snap, the three men turned around. They wanted the savor the whole package, so they started with the young woman's beautiful face. Then they went down ogled at her natural but sizable breasts that she exposed by gracefully unfolding her arms. The Swede then spread out her legs so that the men could behold her womanhood. When they saw it, they dropped their jaws in complete horror. They could not bear what they were seeing. So they clenched their rapidly beating chests and grinded their teeth. Before they passed out, the screamed in complete agony.
The Swede quickly dressed herself back up. Lin and Jun entered the room cautiously.
"I'm all dressed," she said.
"That's good," said Lin.
So the three of them dragged the unconscious Chang and his passed-out guards outside in the alleyway and laid them at the side of the wall next to the dumpster. They rummaged through the wallets and took all of their cash.
"I hope you didn't go too far," said Lin.
"At least they're not dead," smiled the Swede.
"But they could be blind for all I know."
They heard a long whistle. The Swedish woman looked down the alleyway and saw a handsome and hyper South American boy on an expensive bicycle.
"Moe!" she cried out.
"Jenny!" Moe cried back.
"I know! I'll meet you there!"
With that, Moe sprinted off.
"You're going Jenny?" asked Jun.
"Duty calls," replied Jenny.
"I hope we could see each other soon," said Lin.
"In time."
Jenny parted from her coworkers with a smile as she headed down to where her scooter was stored. Her full name was Jenny Teilia, which was most likely an alias and her codename. Her special ability was that she could scare almost all men and some women to the point of death by exposing her crotch. No one knows how her crotch looked like, and even seeing a video or photo of it will blind or kill a person. It was, as the underworld legends claim, the most horrifying sight conceived by nature.
At the more expensive part of the town, which catered specially to tourists, a forty year old brunette Milanese woman was having a sensual message inside a lit and sealed room at the most expensive parlor. She was alone and surrounded by a bevy of pretty and topless Chinese girls. She was rich, obviously, and the service she was receiving was tailored just of for her.
"This is such bliss," she moaned as thirteen girls massaged every part of her body with their oily hands.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. The woman ignored it.
"Hey, hey, Contessa Vanessa!" cried Moe's voice. "Carmen has come back."
Contessa's face lit up. "She has!"
Suddenly she sprang to her feet and grabbed her whip from her fashionable large purse. She kicked open the door and threw out her whip that then caught Moe by the neck before he could pedal off. As he was thrown back, his bicycle sprinted by itself until it was narrowly caught by the security guards at the front entrance. Immediately, the girls put a chain leash on Moe's collar, and hooked the other end to the exposed water pipe meant for the emergency fire hose.
"Ah, nuts," said Moe.
Since Contessa was the last agent to be contacted, it was her turn to tie Moe down. Otherwise, he would just circle around the island on his bike until his heart gave up or when he runs into a impenetrable barrier, whichever comes first.
Contessa generously tipped her girls with a kiss on the cheek and immediately dressed up in a shining and expensive white business suit. Taking Moe by the chain leash, she went over to the parking lot where there waited a white and gold-encrusted cycle rickshaw. Contessa leaped into the leather carriage seating and tugged Moe into the driver's seat.
"Go!" she commanded. "And don't slow down!"
"I'm off!" cried Moe.
Moe pedaled the rickshaw out of the parking lot and merged onto incoming traffic. Despite the weight he was pulling, he perfectly matched the speed of the other cars. The driver of the fastest car of the island, which was a stock Honda CRX, challenged Moe, and lost.
Moe and Contessa immediately passed by Seymour in his American SUV, Bo and Rogenis in their separate European sedans, and Jenny on her scooter. Their destination was the heliport on the northwestern edge of the island, which was carefully hidden from view from spy satellites. They entered through an unpaved road and drove up the forest hill until they reached the gate, which was manually manned by two purple-suited V.I.L.E. regular agents. The gate swiveled open and inward. Moe led everyone down another twisting path until the entered through a cave entrance.
Once there, everyone parked their vehicles in the paved underground parking lot. The whole secret hideout was sent in a frenzy in their frantic preparations for Carmen's arrival. Contessa, who was in charge of the home base whenever Carmen was gone, organized all of the regular agents to fall in regiment, and motioned the special agents to line up with her inside the helicopter pad.
The heavy reinforced metal roof opened, and everyone of V.I.L.E. stood still and at attention. Finally, the helicopter came down with the left passenger doors facing them. As the rotors slowed down to a hum, the doors flew open.
Contessa's heart was beating fanatically. It had only been a couple of days, but she dearly missed her superior. She can't wait to see her in her trademark red fedora hat and red trench coat that begged to arouse fantasies of her being naked underneath it.
"Carmen!" Contessa cried out with a wide smile.
All of a sudden, Becky leapt out and fell to the ground. Contessa was stunned. It was always Carmen who came out first with grace.
"Ow!" said Becky.
Carmen soon stepped out with The Pussy, Sir Kim Zishun, Sharon Herpes, and The Butch following behind her. In her high-heeled ran over to drop down to help Becky up her feet.
"Are you okay Becky dear?" Carmen asked.
"Just some scratches," Becky replied.
"That's good."
The way Carmen held Becky angered Contessa greatly, but she could not afford losing her cool before her lovely idol in red. To contain herself, she gripped her whip on her right side so tight that Seymour, Moe, Bo, and Rogenis could hear it shriek.
Contessa was so tempted to whip Becky at that moment.
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