To the Spa

You have a few hours to kill, so you head to the restaurant for lunch. With your recent exploits you are both hungry and quite thirsty.

As you dine you carefully look over the few others in eatery. You note there is a powerful senator, a wealthy real estate magnate, and a European prime minister. You can see why the DSD might be concerned. The DSD files don’t show the real estate magnate as having come here. You wonder if they missed anyone else.

You finish up your lunch and head to the lobby to meet George. He waves to you.

“Hey babe.”

“Hi.”

“Spa is this way. Deborah is meeting us there.”

You follow him down a corridor. At the end is a wall. You are puzzled by the dead end.

He waves a keycard and the wall turns into a stainless steel wall with an elevator. You are amazed by the technology. Even with your training you never would have realized it was anything besides a wall.

The elevator door opens and the top of you step in. There are no buttons and it begins its descent as soon as the two of you are on. From the drop you surmise you are about five floors deep underground.

The door opens. You walk into a small but beautifully decorated lobby. Relaxing music plays in the background. A brunette with massive, round, perky breasts, and full lips, motions you through a door.

Awaiting you in the other side is Deborah. She is wearing a latex nurses outfit that actually makes her look even sexier. It is white and shiny and cut so you can see her cleavage. You wonder if you can get her to wear it later.

“Hello, Marsha.” She purrs. “I know what you’re thinking. I am actually a registered nurse.”

With her luscious curves, you definitely weren’t thinking that.

She pulls out a needle. “Ok, George you know the drill. They’ll be a little pinch.”

She injects him and sits him in a wheelchair.

“This is the Spa, Marsha, what do you think?”

“Do you usually give patients drugs?”

“The treatment can be a bit disorienting, so yes, typically we do. I’ll have him back in a bit, better than new.”

Deborah wheels him off. There is nothing out of the ordinary here and you are ready to report to control.

You head out to the lobby and pull out your communication pen. Remarkably, you have no signal. You wonder if some of the natural rock formations are interfering. You grab a magazine and wait,

George and Deborah walk back in.

You marvel at George, he looks younger and more muscular. He blinks. For just a moment his eyes become demonic slits.

“Shit!” You draw your brand new ebony knives. They itch in your hands.

You look at Deborah. “Get away from him, he’s a demon.”

She blinks showing demon eyes as well. “Kelly, don’t. I love you and don’t want to see you hurt.”

She is right about that. You could probably take George, but taking on two demons at once might be beyond your abilities. Besides, you don’t really want to fight Deborah.

“Love? Demons can’t love.”

Deborah frowns. “May be the pathetic savages you hunt can’t, but we’re different and much more powerful. Put the knives down.”

You slide the knives back into their scabbards.

“Kelly, my Queen wishes to talk to you. Call your DSD and tell them all is well here as a show of good faith and she will show you her plan.”

You mull it over. Finding out this ‘queens’ plan could be well worth it. Of course you could refuse or try to fight your way out.,.