Finale: Promethia's escape and a mysterious warning

{if Promethia Humiliated = 1}The Deliverer boss has been stripped of every inch of her special suit and underlying garments, now lying in a heap of metallic cords, still connected to the heavy flamer pack she'd attacked with. Her balance of muscle and womanly charm was a little further tipped towards the muscle side than Au Revoir's, amazingly... this gave her a somewhat masculine physique, which none the less still harbored inviting womanhood... if unshaven and framed with black pubic hair. The woman's body was startlingly white and stuck in a position with the legs splayed so that you could see every private area of her. The black hair, in an odd, half-shaven bowlcut that covered one eye, was dripping with sweat. Her gray eyes twitched with rage as her lips curled away from a snarl. Even in that frustrated, antagonistic expression, you saw clear embarrassment from the red flush of her cheeks. "Kill me and be done with it, CEDIT!"

"Ga ha ha ha! No, no, I think you will live. We will take you in for questioning now." Au Revoir, at least in the end, had remembered the optional objectives. {if Au Revoir's Tattoo = 1}Unlike the other girl, she didn't seem embarrassed by her own nudity, which was exposed by the flapping red cloak she wore. That thing fit more like a cape than a dress...{endif} "Or I can make you talk right here... I have a technique with women as well!" The Frenchwoman eagerly began to run her fingers across the lips of the exposed Deliverer agent's vagina, causing the girl to squirm her hips in protest.

"You mentioned Deliverer agents all over the globe, right? CEDIT has ways of getting those locations out of you." Wearing a smirk every bit as intimidating as Au Revoir's, the Mexican girl patted one of her orb-shaped drones, then caressed it with one hand as though she was petting it. "We'll see how you fire-lovers handle being put in the hot seat... I like to try and make my interrogations more like speed runs."{endif} Just as Despedida was preparing to use another of her drones, presumably to deploy some sort of restraining device, a high-pitched noise came from her remote. "Yo!" You could barely hear her voice over the alarm-like sound.

The room flashed as the devices began to emit a flashing strobe light. From a spot slightly away from the action, you could see the shadows of cloaked figures swing in through the elevator shaft and attach clamps around the other girl's arms. With a quick nod, they lifted her slightly, tugged the cables, and held on tight. Before you could get your service pistol out, the whole group was dragged roughly up and into the elevator shaft. Although you followed after them and even fired a few shots, you were unable to bring them down... They disappeared into the smoke of the fire on the first floor. Spitefully, you hoped that they'd burn in there... {if Promethia Humiliated = 1}If nothing else, Promethia would learn what it was like to confront the Deliverer's flames without the fire protection they normally enjoyed...{endif}

Another part of you was just as annoyed that none of the Goodbye Girls had stepped in to assist you in firing on the attackers. Without directly accusing anyone, you walked back to see what was occupying the attention of your fellow agents so thoroughly...

... You hadn't been prepared to see each of Despedida's devices, displaying rectangular projections all over the darkness of the room. Those projections showed a symbol like a hand, raised either in a wave or to indicate "STOP." While that image bobbed back and forth, another picture appeared, evidently camera footage of the first floor fire. You could see the Deliverer agents making a hasty escape... How the heck had they hacked in to all of Despedida's gadgets?! A voice emitted from each device as well... it sounded vaguely like a woman's, but so garbled with voice modulation that you couldn't possibly decipher whose it was. "Hello, Goodbye Girls. Good work on your mission. So sorry the bad guys got away. That's a pretty black mark on your otherwise sterling record, is it not?"

"You are about to become a black mark on my tally of how many enemies have been killed by Au Revoir!" Spitting, the Frenchwoman, attempted to talk to the figure on the other side of the screen... Unfortunately, it seemed the transmission was one way.

Despedida was desperately offloading gadgets. After all, the things might detonate if under enemy control.

"Relax, Despedida. I'm not out to harm you. In fact, I'm on your side. Call me Namaste... It means both goodbye and hello. I'm an ally of the Goodbye Girls."

"Uuuuh, no offense, Namaste, but we just got our new handler. You've got to wait for him to die first before you shove your way in." Despedida responded to the ominous intro with a joke.

Ouch.

"To show you I'm on your side, I'll give you a little warning... Among the Goodbye Girls, your boss, and your handler, someone is not who they seem. I may be on your side, but they aren't. You should think carefully about who might be out to sabotage your missions... And decide before it's too late to save your real allies."

"I know Goodbye's pretty bad at her job, but calling her a sleeper agent is going too far!" Despedida, with another joke. "Look, the Goodbye Girls are as elite as it gets. You know how the only people who play at A rank in a game with a small user base are the people who really want it? We're like that... you don't luck your way into it. Do you really think somebody could just infiltrate us?"

"The mole is counting on that... They've got a long career of serving CEDIT, but they want to end it with a bang by destroying the Goodbye Girls from the inside. You ought to start watching your friends even more closely than your enemies. Take it or leave it, but don't be surprised when you're the one killed in your sleep..."

Au Revoir, seeming surprisingly irritated, grabbed one of the projecting drones and began shaking it in her meaty hands. "Ha! Cheap words! You will not turn any of us against each other! We have survived this long because we trust each other! That is what makes the Goodbye Girls the Goodbye Girls!"

There was a slight pause before the speaker continued. "The Goodbye Girls have actually lost quite a few members, if you count their handlers... Maybe you should think about that, Ciao? If you're still counting on retiring alive... I'd get out now or else, start plotting a way to take them out first and make it look like an accident. Hm hm hm..."

You thought to yourself that it was uncanny, how the stranger seemed to be aware of the mission Goodbye had given you... Although, where Goodbye had suggested you sabotage your allies for the sake of exposing their weaknesses, Namaste instead recommended it for the sake of killing them. Either way, having attention drawn to the possibility you might be looking for opportunities to play against your own team was bad news for the secrecy of your mission...

"I'll leave it at that for now. Keep an eye out, okay?"

The hand on-screen was joined by a second one, then the two joined together to make a small bow towards the screen, ending with the word "NAMASTE" flashing on-screen. Then, the projectors on each device turned off, restoring them to their inactive forms.

"I'll uh... I'll just leave these all here for a clean-up crew later. I don't really feel safe riding back with them," Despedida muttered. "Still, I'm going to analyze what's here and figure out how Namaste managed to host that broadcast from them..."

What had seemed like a well-executed mission had ended in a decidedly unsatisfying way... Despedida opened up one of the drones to begin inspecting it, while Au Revoir wordlessly turned her back and headed towards the elevator shaft. You wondered if Namaste had already planted seeds of suspicion between the two of them. As their handler, you decided it would be best to address those suspicions and try to improve morale a bit.