The short stubby assistant walked fast, and talked faster.
"After you have finished with your interview, you will submit with to the Office of Internal Information, which will scrutinize and censor any parts that we deem unnecessary or compromising to our Department. After which, we will send you the edited copy within a time span of between 5-7 weeks. Your topic should stay on the subject of Lieutenant Pierre Corrompu and his accomplishments within the Burgundy system. Any deviation from the topic will result in your work being voided and we will fine you for wasting our time. Do you understand...Madame...what was your name again?" He said turning around to her, his eyes flicking from her chest to her face.
"Charlotte Corday, of the Nevers News Network?" She said pointing to her fake ID.
The stubby man gave a gruff nod, "Right then follow me." he commanded as he continued to lead her down the maze of halls of the GRP Complex on Nevers.
An'e suppressed grin as she followed her guide. It was almost too easy. A fake ID of a reporter to the Nevers News Network, a false interview with Lieutenant Pierre about his 'accomplishments' against piracy in the system, and a rather stylish business suit that accentuated her curves yet retained her classiness ,was all she needed to gain access to the Lieutenant. Along with her special dark red lipstick, she looked more like a business woman than a reporter as she strode down the white halls of the complex.
Eventually they had reached their destination. The stubby man gave a quick knock before a muffled "Enter" summoned her. The stubby man motioned that she should enter, and she gave a slight bow as she stepped into the office. It was stark white, a metallic desk in the middle of the room, covered in sheets of papers and Holo screens. A man in his late twenties sat at the table, hunched over peering at the various pieces of information whilst typing something out on another holo-screen; he seemed completely focused on his work. She sat down in the small uncomfortable chair in front of the desk, crossing her legs. She looked around the room, no cameras. No Gallic Police officer would have a camera in their office.
"Leutinant Corrompu, I'm with the Nevers News Network, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about your recent achievements in the Burgundy System." There was no need to hurry, a little small talk never hurt anybody.
"Sure." he replied as he continued to type without looking up from the papers.
She raised an eyebrow at him, "Alright...first, how did you succeed in your recent crime busts against the various illegal operations in Burgundy?"
"Good instincts I soppose." He said again in a apathetic voice.
"How did you get the information to these said illegal operations? Did you have an inside man, or was it all by careful investigation?"
"A little of both I think." He replied again in a monotonous tone, still typing away on his holoscreen.
An awkward silence hung in the hair as she sat there, clearly annoyed. She finally sighed 'Well, that was informing.' she thought to herself as she took of her glasses. Time to get the job done."Lieutenant Corrompu, what if I said I wasn't a reporter..." She said as she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her cleavage.
The lieutenant stopped typing and looked up at her, his eyes widening in surprise as he finally realized who was sitting in front of him; a beauty with perfect curves, succulent breasts, and a face that could make any man swoon. He gulped and slowly leaned back in his chair, his fingers gripping the table. "Then...what would you be...if you weren't...a reporter." He said slowly, clearly nervous about the situation. His eyes didn't know where to look.
She gave a slight giggle to this as she stood up and walked around the desk. She gently spun the young officers chair so that she was looking down at him. His fingers dug into the armrests of the chair as his eyes wandered all over her body. She bent forward, her cleavage clearly exposed as she whispered to him.
"Your superiors thought to...award you for your success these past few weeks. I'm from Madame Pompanor'es Massage and Pleasure Parlor, I was told to...give you a good time...as a reward for your efforts. Paid in full by your Commanding Officers." She lied as she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her lace bra, which could barely contain her rather large bust. She hiked up her skirt as she slowly straddled the hips of the young officer, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms behind his neck.
Pompanor'es was a prestigious Massage Parlor, "catering" to only the most high class of individuals. Mostly Nobles and high ranking military officers could afford them.
The officer gave a high pitched laugh. "I knew this would happen! They said that they would do this do people who did a good job! I knew it wasn't a rumor!" He said as his hands began to explore her curves. "So this is all paid for? Pompanor'es costs about a months wages for just one girl. I'm good right?"
She faked a laugh, "Of course, its all free...so tell me cutey...."
She kissed his neck, near his Adams apple, so it would become numb and prevent screaming.
"...what would you like..."
She kissed his cheek, to numb his jaw movement.
"...to do to me?"
She kissed his lips, to let the toxin be absorbed into his blood steam. His quickening pulse would only help it spread throughout his body.
She released him and stared into his eyes, stroking his other cheek with her finger. He seemed at a loss of words. But he soon found them. "You serious I can do anything? Like, whips and everything? This won't get added to the bill?" She shook her head, a sly grin on her face. "Alright then! I some handcuffs in my back pocket so.....why...don't....you....Why.......can't.......breath?"
He began to flail, his arms flying randomly. She held them down, preventing him from getting up or hitting the silent emergency button hidden underneath his desk. He continued to spasm, until he eventually stopped altogether. She calmly got up from the corpse and preceded to fix her skirt and re-button her blouse. Quickly, she removed a small handkerchief from her skirt pocket and began to remove the lipstick she had used.
Vermillion Catapilliar blood. Native to Planet Marne, there were a bright red color and caused an extreme allergic reaction. Their blood makes an effective contact poison that spreads quickly causing swelling and and numbness, paralyzing the unlucky victim. The effects only last for an hour and the cure is relatively easy to produce; most children pick them up an collect them when their young. But applied to the throat and windpipe of an unsuspecting victim, where the only cure is made on a council controlled planet, oxygen deprivation becomes a serious threat as the toxin slowly causes the muscles around the trachea to swell up.
She tidied herself up with a small hand held mirror. Satisfied, he flipped the mirror shut and gave a slight courtesy to the now deceased officer. "Au revoir, Officer." She mocked as she left the office. Fifteen minutes had passed. She now had fifteen minutes to get off the GRP base before the stubby assistant would find the corpse. She quickened her pace and kept her head down as he headed towards the docking bay. She walked briskly as she turned corner and kept her head down as she passed corners. It would take another ten minutes before she finally reached the docking bay. Several Royal fighters were docked ready to be scrambled at a moments notice. A few civilian ships were docked as well. Walking past the lines of ships she cast glances to her left and right trying to find her exit strategy.
And there it was.
It was a IDF transport ship probably dropping off the weeks provisions. Various workers in IDF jumpsuits milled about, yelling and carrying different items. She ignored them trying to look for her contact. The report said that he would be easy to spot, she cursed to herself as she looked at her watch. Only a few minutes left, the ship would be taking off too. She was beginning to panic.
A loud whistle pierced the air.
She turned her head to the source of the noise, an old man with a bushy white beard...wearing a straw hat. Her contact .
She walked over towards her contact; he motioned with his hand that she should follow him as she led her down a service hallway, out of sight of the other workers.
"I suppose your the one I'm supposed to smuggle out of here I suppose." He said grinning to himself.
She raised an eyebrow at him as she crossed her arms. "You work for the Family?" She asked, out of breath. It was hard to power walk in her heels without losing her balance.
"No, not really. My son was in the Navy. I gets a message one day telling me he died in a Council raid. Twelve years later, I get a message from the council, telling me that me son died defending some station from a Navy raid. Me own soon fighting against the crown. Heh." He explained, stroking his rather large beard. "I don't blame him for not telling me...didn't want me to get involved I suppose. But when I think of all the rallies I went to and all the money I donated and how King Luis played me like a puppet...." He shurgged, his hands in his pockets. "Gotta pay it back anyway anyhow." He explained as he walked towards her, more specifically behind her, where a row of oil drums where lined up against the wall. He pulled open the lid and began to reach into the drum.
An'e sighed "I'm not getting out of here in that am I?!" She said dismally. She didn't feel like traveling in a oil drum. And besides...her clothes would be ruined with raw crude oil stained in them. The old man pulled something out, complaining about his back as he gave the items to her; a IDF company jumpsuit and hat. "I would hide you in a barrel, but they started to scan them after they found out that the Marquis was smuggling weapons in oil drums.
A loud long siren could be heard echoing down the hallway.
"Looks like that's the final boarding call. Better hurry if we want to catch the last train out of here."
She unrolled the jumpsuit; it would fit her. But she frowned as she looked at herself. There would be no way to maneuver with her skirt on. She let out a sigh as she threw the jumpsuit on top of the oil drums and began to unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the floor as she stood there in her black lace panties, her garter belt supporting her hosiery while she fiddled with the zipper of the jumpsuit. At least the old man had the decency to look away as she hurriedly put on the jumpsuit, stuffing her skirt inside so that her curves would look less defined. With the addition of the corporate hat, she looked indistinguishable from any other worker.
The old man gave a few claps. "Well done. Now lets get you out of here." He said as he led the way to the departing ship.
Minutes later the GRP complex on Nevers was put on lock down. All ships were grounded and all exits sealed. But by then, the IDF ship would have docked to the Trade Lane to Jumpgate out of Burgundy, heavy one passenger . When the ship docked at its next destination, the mysterious passenger would have disappeared again, leaving only an IDF jumpsuit in a storage locker.
Needless to say, it was very cold for her as she made her way to Montelimar Base.