In a ritzy hotel

Following the information provided in their mission files when they left the meeting, Angel and Banshee made sure to pack accordingly. In addition to enough combat gear to take out a small army, both ladies also brought some business wear and several more provocative ensembles. According to the files, the suspected culprits moved about primarily in the entertainment sector and the classic shady dens of dangerous people. The Director, being familiar with their contacts, would pose as a powerful crimelord supported by the GDF. Angel and Ava would be his majordomo and bodyguards/companions. Considering they were told they'd be spending the majority of their time in nightclubs, bars and crime dens, both agents were attired appropriately. Angel dressed to accentuate her blonde-haired, blue-eyed, icy, Nordic beauty, and wore her golden locks in an elegant braid. Her dress was a light blue mini-number and was definitely chosen with distraction in mind. Her magnificent tits looked ready to spill out if she breathed too deeply and the hemline so short, it only barely covered her ass. She'd have to make sure to cross her legs when she sat, lest she flash everybody in sight.

Not that Agent Hope could blame her. She'd chosen her own wardrobe with similar thoughts in mind. After all, when your enemy is thinking with their libido, they tend not to notice the .45 caliber you've got concealed on you. Ava had a skimpy, dark red dress on that contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and blue eyes. She wore her hair down and let it fall where it may, giving her a sultry, carefree air. Her skirt was just as short as Angel's, and she had to make sure not to take too big of steps, or else everyone would see the matching thong she had on, neatly hugging the cleavage of her ass. The pale globes of her ass had always been one of her favorite features, not least for the attention she got from both men and women. Her neckline plunged so deeply, it almost reached her navel and threatened to spill out even more easily than her fellow agent's. Donning a pair of opened-toed, comfortable high heels, Ava took in the image of herself in the mirror. Her blue eyes were mischievous and smoldering. Her pale skin glowed with health and was flawlessly smooth. Her huge tits and perfect bubble of an ass vied with her face for beauty and her glossy red hair shined like silk in darkness or light.

Considering how Angel and herself had dressed up considering where they were going, Ava had to admit. They both looked like sluts. Ava briefly wondered if the Director would have some words for them on how they looked, but she gave a little shrug as she dismissed the thought. She doubted he would mind his agents dressing slutty. Hell, he might enjoy it.

Agent Hope picked up her handbag and gave herself a final once-over, checking that her concealed weaponry was where it was supposed to be and she hadn't forgotten anything. Angel had checked on her a little over ten minutes ago to check on Banshee's readiness, then left her to finish up in private. They were supposed to meet Director Newman in another twenty minutes, but punctuality and being early were traits of both agents. As Ava stepped out of her hotel room, she considered if Angel had returned to her room for any final touch ups or had already joined the Director and they were both waiting for her.

Deciding it was best to meet up with her senior officer first, Ava strutted over to his room and heard something from inside. She recognized the voice of Director Newman, but he sounded...odd somehow. Agent Hope considered her options as her blue eyes narrowed in thought. She could peek in silently, not wanting to disturb the Director and possibly compromise the mission early if he was communicating with HQ or a contact. If everything seemed alright, she'd announce herself and the mission could begin in earnest. On the other hand, if something was off, she could head back to Angel's room and make sure whatever was happening inside would have to contend with two highly trained agents instead of one.

Making her decision, the pale agent steeled herself and opened the door without a sound, opening it only enough to look in and assess the situation.

What she saw gave her something to think about.