Patrol Mission - How Low Can You Go (Nikki)

“Oh shit,” Michael states, and almost salivates, on looking at her. Unsure on if he had permission to look at her and sure he wouldn’t be able to look at her appropriately, he turns his gaze to the side when addressing her. When invited in, he nods, “ah… okay…” He comes into the threshold of her home, softly closing the door behind him, not sure if he should keep it open or close it. After its closed, he pretty much lingers by the door as he watches her walk off holding his hands in front of him and clasped together to cover an erection he knew was eminent. “This is a…” he looks around the room, “nice place you got here…” When she speaks back to him, his attention shifts to where the entry leading into the bathroom would probably be as he wouldn’t see it from the angle he was looking. “Well, you’re the one that’s going to be doing all the work. I was just assigned to monitor from the Enforcer and help you secure the target when you bring him in…” he admits in a tone suggesting that he kind of felt left out. If possible he would rather go in and help with her, but he didn’t know if he would be able to or not. Since Nikki was running the mission, she could use him however and make last minute changes as needed. In a concerned tone, he asks, “um… do you think you’ll be able to move in that if you need to?...”

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Michael nods at the answer; he remembered hearing folklore of hookers who could run great speeds and distances in heels and pumps when having to get their money into their pimp on time in the Lower Commons. He assumed running in heels was an acquired skill that only skilled women could perform. When she states that she would remove the heel, then it made a bit more sense that if she really needed to move, she could… it would probably be if she needed to go Super Nikki II or something like that. Her appearance causes a small blush on Michael’s cheeks when he sees her again. He nods and answers, “mhm, yeah, let’s go.” With that, he turns towards the door which he hadn’t strayed too far from and opens it, holding it open to allow her to walk through first before exiting and moving out of the way so that she could lock her door. He’s caught off guard as his elbow is caught and he makes a small sound, but tries to stay composed as he walks with her to the Enforcer. Of course, if anyone saw them during this, he would be the center of jealousy and hate from other males. To her words, he nods, “right.” He makes sure to assist her while getting down the stairs telling himself he would give his life to make sure she go down them in one piece. After getting her down them, he reaches into his pocket and retrieves the jingling keys to the Enforcer. With a press of a button, the alarm is disengaged and the front and rear lights illuminate with the beep from its parking spot in the parking lot.

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Michael would pause for a moment as he was ordered to go into the passenger’s seat. “Um… sure…” he would oblige tossing the keys to her. He makes his way to the passenger’s seat, opening the door and getting in before closing it behind him and buckling his own seat belt. Since Nikki was driving, he would just relax, though his gaze would drift over to her while she was driving; he had a pretty good vantage point of her thighs and cleavage. Internally, he thanked his lucky stars for being called on this mission instead of Tapp or Ted. There is the roar of the engine and Michael nods, “heh, yeah, it would be a shame. I’ll keep a look out.” He didn’t know if she was serious or not, but he would take the order literally. Leaning forwards, he would press a button, lowering the glove box where a holo-panel would be accessible for the vehicle’s grid systems. He soon finds his back pressed into the seat as she rockets out of the parking lot, emitting a small squeak and almost peeing a little with the surprising jolt. He wondered if there was a reason why Nikki didn’t have a vehicle… maybe her license was suspended, or perhaps it was forcefully taken away by the SAPD. He clings onto the seat belt with his back into the seat as he experiences her driving seemingly like a roller coaster ride. After composing a bit, he looks to her with an “eh?” before looking to the panels and saying, “oh… nothing yet…we probably won’t pick up much in East City…”

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Michael looks up in time to see the red light and points towards it to no avail. The vehicle speeds through the interaction as Michael braces himself for impact. Normally the stop lights would pick up on the infraction and SPD would be dispatched to the vehicle, but since it was registered under the Division it would be allowed, and reported to Div12. The report of the driving would probably end up on Jyn’s desk in a report in the following mornings.

The young man finds his eyes wide and his chest heaving up and down as the question of fun comes in. So Nikki was that kind of girl? He wondered if she could even keep up with someone like her. “Heh… yeah…” he chuckles nervously at the question, still looking a bit frazzled from the events. He straightens up in the seat, glad that they were cruising now. When the order comes in, Michael nods, “hai, as he returns to the key panel at the glove box. He types on the projected panel and the right side of the windshield illuminates like a crystal monitor to display the dossier of the perp.

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Michael speaks as the picture is displayed on the screen, “the target is distinguished as a male in his twenties. Short black hair, approximately six foot tall. He has a piercing in his right ear.” He reiterates, “he goes by the name Tom Cunningham and frequents a small night club in the Lower Commons by the name of the Pink Neko. The structure is two stories with the downstairs a gentlemen’s lounge and the VIP section in the second floor. Sources report that he’s generally in the VIP section, so you’ll have to gain access there…” With that, he looks to Nikki for confirmation.

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While Nikki is thinking, Michael starts pulling up information about the club. He begins to sort through its website, looking through the information and photos they had available with a “hmmm.” Michael looks back to her and says, “yeah, we need information out of him, so we’ve got to take him alive. It says here that tonight’s amateur night, so anyone off the streets can perform… you might be able to use that to get into VIP as well…” Michael blushed at the thought of Nikki stripping, but quickly correct, “not that I think you would do anything like that… I just noticed it said that here… is all.” Michael adjusts his glasses and comments, “they’re a small club so I doubt their security is any good. I should be able to hack it. We should be able to communicate via our COM link. I’ll connect my phone’s earpiece to yours… but they might ask you to take it out.” He unbuckles his seat belt and move into the back of the vehicle, rummaging for something before he returns with something. He states, “you can place this in your ear and we’ll be able to communicate.” It was a small circular device that looked almost like a hearing aid. With the other words, he assures, “I’ll be sure to have a diversion ready for you.” Thinking of there were anything else, Michael reaches into his coat and comments, “oh… here.” He hands her a small pill and comments, “this should help out. If you put this in his drink, he’ll be a lot easier to control. You might be able to walk him out of the club pretending that he’s drunk or something…” He attempts to thing, “anything else….”

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Michael pays attention to the words Nikki says and nods when he’s told what to do. He assumed much of not being prepared was his fault since that was his function in the mission, but he wouldn’t say anything about it; he would just agree with her. While listening to her, he watches as she holsters her gun, almost springing a bloody nose leak on site of the thong beneath her skirt. His hands fold and reside in his lap for the rest of the time that he listens to her as he nods, receives the blown kiss and watches her walk off. He quickly lifts up his cell phone and snaps a quick shot of her walking off that would be saved for… later observation. With that, he shifts in the Enforcer to get into the driver’s seat. The Enforcer creeps away from the curb and drives off, rounding the block to come back around and park in an alleyway next to the club beneath the ladders and platform of the fire escape. After backing the Enforcer into the alley, he locks all of the doors and shift from the driver’s seat, crawling over the middle seat to the back area that held the main console for his equipment. Sitting sideways in the back, he powers on the consol and activates the main Spiritnet Barrier, activating it around the vehicle while initializing the tracking capabilities and starting his program to crack the network credentials for their security system. After a few moments of typing and monitoring, he gains access to the club’s security and pulls up all of the camera on projected in the air on holographic monitors on the sides of the main console. “Okay… let’s do this…” he murmur lightly then connects the audio to Nikki’s earpiece speaking softly, “testing…”

The entrance to the club would be uneventful. From the outside, the building would look normal, much like any of the other multi story buildings in the area. The building consisted of stone, and looked to be older than the buildings you would find in East City or the Metro. The lighting was dim, but there was a single neon light on the side of the wall that read ‘The Pink Neko.’ The windows on the side of the building would be painted over with black paint so that you could not see in, but from the inside you would be able to see out. There would be a large black double door with two large black bouncers in dark shades and urban clothing standing outside, talking to one another to pass the time. Nikki would have enough time to notice the Bouncers before they would notice her to do whatever she needed to do. When she finally did approach the door, one would slap the other on the chest and motions to her drawing the attention of the other to her. With a grin, one of the bouncers steps in front of the other to greet Nikki, informing, “damn. Welcome, Ms. Thang. I think I’m going to enjoy patting you down. I’m going to need you to stand with your arms out and legs widened. Cover charge for ladies is free tonight… you must be here for amateur night?” From outside the door way, the music from inside could be heard.

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Michael returns an over and out before he goes into radio silence. The guards would have a firm smirk on their faces as she assumes the position with her hands on the wall. Their eyes take in the visual of her bent over and they take it as a rather inviting way to be pat down, though unorthodox. With a shrug, the one doing the pat down says, “shit… that’ll work.” His body comes up behind her as he is forced to bend over her, checking her sides and breasts to make sure nothing was concealed. His body brushes up against her ass, before he leaves up and runs his hand along her inner thigh and then outside the outer thigh before smacking her on the ass and saying, “you’re good, go on ahead.” He would have missed the gun in his search, but he had been focusing on other things in the process. The male by the door would open it for her when her hands were removed from it, and Nikki would be given access to the first floor. The downstairs lounge area would be large and dimly lit with an alcohol bar against the back wall. In front of that and situated around the lounge, there would be several platforms with poles extending from them to the ceiling. Strobe lights would be flashing, flickering light sporadically in the dim room. Each platform would have benches set about it, some holding men dressed in urban attire who teased strippers with money while being teased back with body gyrations and visible flesh. Aside from the benches, there were circular elevated tables where people could stand or sit at stools to smoke or drink while watching the ladies. A large DJ’s booth was to the far right, with the DJ spinning booty shaking music, while lifting his hands up in the air and speaking over the microphone. On sight of Nikki, he calls out, “oh shit, and we have a new challenger. I hope she’s here to show and not watch! Fellas show your love, somebody that a drink in that chick’s hand!” Near the rear corner was a stairway with VIP written in neon letters and a single male standing guard checking for VIP passes.

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The upper floor would have more of a mellow vibe to it with softer music being played and a lower male per female ratio. Instead of the wide open stripper poles, this area would have single main stage where a young lady could perform with booth in the surrounding area for males to get more private one on one attention with the main stage in the background. There were also corner booths set up that had curtains which could be drawn for undisclosed private sessions between consenting parties. Of course, in the VIP there would be more security with four visible bouncers, one in each corner of the room. As on the lower floor, this floor also held a bar, though it was much smaller and slightly more costly. Girls stood at the bar waiting for or talking to the men who came around. From the looks of things, the males standing about were outnumbered by the females who had to vie for attention. For the moment, the perp would not be readily visible when entering this area.

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Having hacked into the security system, Michael was very busy with the technical portion of his job. Well, in actuality, the video would be streaming to record to his personal harddrive via the wireless realm and his right hand would be in his pant as he rabidly massaged his lower flesh to the visual of his coworker performing in such a lewd fashion. A deep blush would be on his heated cheeks as he zooms in on Nikki, continuing to watch the performance.

While this is occurring, a male comes up the stairs into the VIP section, casually late from the time that was normally announce for him to be here. The target would walk over to the bar and signal for the bar tender to come over and provide him with a drink. Almost immediately a girl approaches to solicit him. Sitting on a bar stool, the girl sits flirtingly on his lap while he sips his drink. His gaze lifts up from the girl’s chest long enough to notice Nikki on the main stage. Interested in this young lady who he’s never seen before, he pats the thigh of the girl on him to get up, much to her disliking, as he makes his way towards the main attraction. Reaching the outer perimeter of spectator’s area, he leans his shoulder against a booth as he plays in his drink with a little red straw; his eyes are intently on Nikki as he watches her move.

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As it would seem, the atmosphere in the VIP has gotten a little hotter as the men in attendance started to get a real show on stages. With more money to work with, and glad to be having a good time, the dollars would be floating down like snow over the stage mixing in with cheers and sounds of approval coming from the crowd that shifted from their private booths to com e and get a better look at the main stage.

The male, or rather the target, who was leaning against the booth and watching the show from the distance grins as he watches the show, and mostly Nikki, as it proceeds while sipping his drink. He is a bit surprised when the stripper, or rather Nikki, looks directly at him and blow a kiss to him. The grin increases into a smile as he seemed to be approving of the attention and pressed off of the booth to walk in a bit closer to the stage. By the time Nikki was bent over and exposing her private areas from beneath her skirt, the man was among those at the side of the stage. Reaching into his pocket, he takes out a stack of bills, taking a couple in his hands and tossing them over Nikki’s extended rear, allowing them to sprinkle down on it. With a pointing motion, he would mouth that he wanted a private show from her after she was finished on stage.

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The scene continues to play on with the extraction of Nikki from the dance stage. It would seem that Nikki coming to the club and livening it up would result in several young ladies having a profitable night. It just happened to be lucky for them that Nikki was only interested in one male in particular, who follows her without any protest.

In the Enforcer, several paper napkins are set around the male who sat in the middle with his gaze intently on the screens set up in high definition. A red blush is on his cheeks, partially out of breath and a bit more normalized than usual as he admits, “I might need a cigarette.” He leans in and watches Nikki successfully take the target. Adjusting his glasses, he comments, “she did it? Nice.” He moves to zoom in onto the perp, but realizes that the key pad had become a bit sticky. “Damnit…” he murmurs, “the boss’ll kill me if I mess up the equipment.” From there he begins to clean up the area that he was in; he had to get rid of all evidence.

The booth would be outside of the camera’s visible range, so anything inside would be hidden. The man would be pushed onto the seat of the booth happy with the luck that he seemed to have today. By the time, she was on the floor his eyes have to lift from her breast to her eyes, meeting her gaze. He lips his lips with lust and desire for her evident in his eyes. He seemed fully entranced by her body and aura. He wouldn’t do dumb things like speaking since he was very focused on other things.

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Though the visual was cut off, since Nikki was in a closed booth, the tap to the earpiece would send a signal electronically to Michael to let him know that it was time to create a diversion. Luckily, he had finished cleaning up having just returned from the dumpster outside in the alleyway. It was after he had come back and sat down that he noticed the signal come in. He realized that Nikki was still within the stall with the male, but she seemed to be ready to move. “All right,” he comments as he cracks his knuckles, “let’s get this diversion underway.” His fingers move across the digital console as he digs deeper into the security system of the club. “Almost there…” he murmurs to himself with a black screen and white text reflecting off of his glasses. He readjusts his glasses and resumes typing before pressing a single button and leaning back with a smile, announcing “there!” With that, the fire alarm goes off in the club. The water sprinkler system is initiated, raining down water and foam from the ceilings of both floors. This would cause security to freak, unsure of where the fire would be and they would yell for everyone to get out of the club as it had to be evacuated. Michael would watch all of this take place and wait until he saw Nikki exit before moving to the driver’s seat to get the Enforcer started. He would have it ready to meet her at whichever exit she would take out of the club.

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