Simmons' loft. Simmons has a plan.

Simmons led Max out of the car and into a side entrance hidden deep in the alley.

"I know you've been wondering how I managed to get the Sector Pass and even the dress." Simmons said, leading her through a dimly lit hallway, giving her a sideway glance he had to admire how well that dress looked on her, hugging her frame and clinging to just the right curves. "Old money, I was lucky enough to be born into wealth."

"Then why are you some sleazy sector cop." Max interjected.

Simmons chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his keys. "I'm glad you asked." He replied then proceeded to open the only door at the end of the hallway. Inside Max was surprised to find a small, well furnished loft. It was a harsh contrast to the seemingly abandoned building outside.

?"They used to renovate these old warehouses and turn them into apartments before the pulse." Simmons said, answering her unasked question. "The sector cop job is a temporary thing Max. All my life my family has groomed me for bigger and better things. Mayor, Senator, maybe even President. This job is just a notch on my resume, being an admired civil servant brings in the votes."

Max rolled her eyes. "I'm sure the public will love to know you **** young girls into sucking your cock." Max glared at him, quickly tiring of the sound of his voice. "Why am I here Simmons" Did you bring me here to christen in the new loft your Daddy bought you? Tired of fucking me in cars, gonna finally move up to a real bed?"

"Such energy Max, that's why I like you so much. But the fucking will have to wait for later, we have work to do. Come here."

Simmons pointed Max towards a small back room. Inside a desk lined with computer monitors, all of them different showing a video feed of what seemed to be a hotel room.

"What is this?"

"It's your hotel room Max."

Max refused to dignify him with a response, content to just glare at the man until he continued.

"Like you said, I'm tired of being a sleazy Sector Police Sergeant and I think it's time for a promotion. Three blocks north of here, in that hotel" he pointed at the monitors."The current Seattle Chief of Police is at an annual charity dinner. You are going to go that party and use your charm and wit to bring him back to your room."

A disgusted look crossed Max's face. "You want me to sleep with him while you sit here and watch so you can **** him?"

Simmons smiled. "The public sees him as a happily married trustworthy man. He'll do almost anything to keep that reputation intact. Don't worry Max, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself."