On a Mission

It was almost too easy. There were guards, but not nearly as many as Tattletale had guesstimated. Imp made another tally in her itty bitty notebook as she casually slipped past a guy decked out in armor. Even without her power in play, it wouldn’t have been hard getting by him as he ironed out a bill against the sides of a vending machine. It was weird what stuck around after the end of the world. Supervillain lairs patrolled by weirdos with guns? Makes sense. Vending machines that needed electricity to work while people were starving? Much less sense. Not that she was complaining.

Imp watched alongside the guard as gears turned and the machine whirred until a bag of sour cream and onion chips fell into her clutches. She tore into the bag while the guard smacked the machine and swore about how it’d eaten his dollar or whatever new currency was being peddled these days. She thought about taking his wallet, but Tats would give her an earful if she didn’t hurry up. The Heartbroken got antsy when she didn’t show her face too long and Tattletale didn’t have the right cocktail of mommy issues to deal with them for long. Imp casually walked away from the guard, tallied two more marks for the others sprinting down the hallway to figure out why he’d thrown a chair into the vending machine, and made her way further into the college.

This was just a recon mission, really. A way to figure out what they were up against if they wanted to get a slice of the pie now that these dorms were run by a group of villains that raided it last week. The Wardens were going to bring down the hammer soon, but figuring out what spoils the Undersiders could get by hitting it first was just good business. Imp went to wipe her potato-chip-encrusted fingers on her costume before catching herself.

The suit was new and one of the only things in her closet that actually fit well. Her old suit had been tight from the jump but after a year or so she’d outgrown it fully. Of course, she still wore it until a few months ago. The look on Tattletale’s face every time they stood side by side in their near identical catsuits was too good to pass up. Same went for Parian and whatever the hell Foil was calling herself this week, although the looks she got from them were much different. This suit still got a gander or two, when she was seen at least, but it was much easier to move around in and snug where it counted. If anything, it felt like she was just walking around in some black sweats, the bands at the ankles, wrists, and waist drawn tight like she was in a comfy laundry bag. A hot as hell laundry bag, she amended in her head.

Shit, she needed to get back on track. Imp wiped her hands on one of the guards who was now getting back to his post. Expensive armor for some squatters. She tailed him as he made his way to an elevator and literally patted herself on the back for not pressing every button. First floor. There wasn’t any elevator music so she hummed her own between chips until the doors opened. Imp wolf whistled as a woman in a lace red mask stood in the doorway. She nodded to the guard, who lowered his head and walked out. Imp stayed.

This hottie was obviously a cape, but not one Imp recognized. For one, Imp would definitely would have remembered someone with tits bigger than hers. For second, she was wearing the stupidest nurse costume that only could’ve come from a slutty Halloween shop and was then shrunk in the dryer a few times. Imp made sure to make note of her, for research purposes of course.

-Aye Mami

-Hello Nurse!

-Lace Face

-Carpet Matches

-Badonkaroos

-No bitches

-Whip on Hip

Imp was writing so furiously that she almost got hit when the woman reached for the button to take her to the top floor. This sexy bitch had strong big boss energy, a gravitas that rolled off of her and made Imp’s heart feel heavy. Maybe she should just take her down right now. It’d be easy and save them all some trouble. Imp doubted she could even put up much of a fight in that get-up, ass out and cleavage on full display for whoever wanted to see. And gosh did Imp want to, walking around to get right in front of this big bad beauty’s full lips and wide hips. She really did leave little to the imagination, a red lace bra that matched her mask peeking out from under her costume.

Imp knew she should just keep things lowkey and see where this seductress was headed. But it wasn’t every day she got to have some fun and a big ole helping of fun was inches away from her face. What could she reasonably get away with? Motorboating? Taking a souvenir with her? The idea alone made her squirm on the spot. There were only six more floors to decide what to do.