Tensions Rise

Kimiko eyed what looked to be a secure door near the back of the establishment, guarded by two tough looking men in suits, both of whom were very clearly armed with weapons. To make matters worse, the backroom was also protected by what looked to be a keypad, no doubt requiring a card to open. The exact layout of the strip-club’s backroom operations had been hard to find, meaning The Female would likely have to improvise, finding someone she could steal the card off of, and then finding a way past the two guards to make her way inside.

The quiet woman sighed, taking one last sip from her drink before standing, only to huff as she tugged at the hem of her dress, fussing with the revealing garment as she noticed that she had far too much cheek showing for her liking, it was practically impossible to sit down while wearing it without showing off her entire ass, she could only hope she could avoid any actual combat this mission at the very least. She understood it was part of the mission, but that didn’t exactly make the woman any less mad, of course Frenchie hadn’t exactly been complaining, so atleast there was that. She narrowed her eyes, looking for anyone or anything of note she could use to progress the mission.

Finally, her eyes settled on a clearly intoxicated looking man sitting at one of the many club’s many booths alone, dressed in a full suit that matched the two doormen, most likely an off-duty guard who had yet to go home. A plan slowly formed in her mind. She walked towards him, practically sauntering and strutting her way forwards. She quickly caught his attention of course, and soon he was outright mesmerised. Swallowing her pride, Kimiko reached down, slapping her ass before beginning to strut away. But not before gesturing with her finger for the man to follow her into the women’s toilets.

From there it has been painfully easy to lure the man into a bathroom stall, and giving him a lot more than he seemed to think he would get as she slammed his head into the wall with her superhuman strength, knocking him out instantly as the tiled wall cracked behind him as she slumped to the ground. She rifled around in the pocket of his blazer, quickly pulling out a keycard and smirking to herself, she didn’t even need to hide the **** body, with the state the club was in, nobody would notice the crack as anything new, and the man was drunk enough that passing out in the stall wasn’t exactly out of the question, so far so good. Of course, this wasn’t entirely true, but the Female was unaware of this just yet.

***

Laura was midway through restocking her tray with a new batch of drinks, growling to herself as every time she bent down she would hear the sound of various whistles and catcalls, it was enough to make even the calm, confident and cold ex-assassin blush somewhat, her normally-pale skin a cute shade of pink. The mutant’s priorities would shift though as her enhanced senses easily picked up the sound of a slam, a crack, and a body slumping from the other side of the club, causing her to tense. She was the only mutant sent on this mission, meaning this was far from part of the plan, something was wrong…

With a vague excuse given to the bored looking taller waitress manning the bar, Laura began to make her way to the women’s restrooms, adamantium claws peaking out of her knuckles as she braced herself for a fight…