Like seasoned pros

(No porn in this one, it's all plot. Skip ahead if you want spice)

The officers approached the side door and began their assessment. Solid aluminum shell. No windows. Door swings inwards. No visible hinges. Standard digital keypad lock with physical keyhole backup. Upon closer inspection, the keypad clearly showed greasy smudges on three of the keys. 2, 6, 7. The six in particular seemed more heavily smeared. "Think the code is a word?" Lilliana asked aloud. "Maybe. A and O are possible vowels. Could end in an S." Maria replied. "Boobs?" Lilliana guessed. 26627. "It works... you think The Manor is that juvenile?" the elder officer asked. "Worth a try." Lilliana punched in the code. *Click* *Beep-Boop*. The number pad flashed green and apparently opened. The younger officer gave her partner a surprised look and placed her hand on the door knob, only for Maria to smack it away. "I don't trust that shit for a second." The feisty Latina chirped. The elder officer pressed the reset button on the keypad and typed in 1,1,1,1. After a brief pause, the pad clicked and chirped again, seemingly open. "Yeah that bullshit ain't real." A wave of relief washed over Lilliana. Her partner's experience just saved her ass.

"That thing's got a real lock. Ten bucks says there's a spare key." This wasn't Maria's first time trying to figure out a quiet way to enter a hostile premises. She had a warrant last time, but still had to track down a key to keep things quiet on entry. The officer's first instinct was to check under the exterior rug right under their feet. No dice. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. Instead of a key, all the officers found was a taunting message: "Not your your brightest idea", read the mocking note. There were several solar powered lights lining the walkway. Maria gave her subordinate a glance and the younger officer instantly understood her orders. Lilliana started checking each lamp along the gravel path to the garage door. Still no luck. As she started walking back to her partner, she looked up and was suddenly struck by inspiration.

"Maria, give me a boost." Lilliana nodded towards the overhead light as she spoke. Were either of them a little taller, they could probably reach the light, which sat about a foot above the door, on their own. Unfortunately, they were blessed with curves and beauty, not height. "No no no... you are giving me a boost rookie." Maria retorted, offended by the idea on its face. "Levántame pu-ta" Lilliana's Puerto Rican accent flared up in annoyance. "It's my idea, and I just got done checking the fucking lamps. In tenser circumstances, Maria would have knocked her junior partner down a peg or seventeen. However, being the leader sometimes meant swallowing her pride to deescalate a situation. They hadn't even gotten inside yet, they couldn't afford to a squabble over nothing right now.

With a huff, Maria crouched into a deep squat and laced her fingers together to form a good foothold for her partner. She could feel her voluptuous ass straining against the durable fabric of her uniform. Anyone watching closely would probably get to see a very clearly defined panty line crossing her protruding seat. Lilliana turned her back towards her partner so that she could use the wall of the building to steady herself. Inadvertently, this meant she shoved her own sizable posterior into her partner's face. Maria grumbled something, though it was rather hard to hear her while she was being smothered. "Yeah yeah, I don't want your butt in my face neither... just lift me up" Lilliana replied, trying to steady herself as her partner lifted her up higher into the air. It didn't exactly grant her a tremendous amount of height, and her partner was still mostly smothered, albeit by by her generous thighs instead of her impressive ass. It took a little work and some blind fumbling, but eventually Lilliana stumbled upon a small magnetic box. Clutching her prize, she slapped the side of her hip twice to signal she was ready to be set down. Maria's face was briefly overwhelmed by her partner's titanic derriere again before the younger Latina's feet reconnected with the ground.

Lilliana's smirk of celebration gave way to a jolt of shock as her partner swiftly swatted her plump ass. "Don't you talk to me like that again. I backed down to keep the peace, but you run your mouth again rookie, and I will make you wish yo' momma never made you. No me pruebes niña..." Maria took a dominant stance and pinned her subordinate against the building with one hand, pointed a finger in Lilliana's face with the other. "... sorry..." Lilliana looked down as she apologized. This wasn't the first time the two had argued like this, probably wouldn't be the last. The younger Latina knew better than to test her partner, and Maria had already saved her ass once already. She needed to fall in line to get the job done. The Puerto Rican beauty handed over the magnetic box and nodded to show had her head on straight. Maria released her grip and politely accepted the box. The key slid in effortlessly. Maria gave her partner a nod to encourage her to take point. As the younger officer passed by, Maria gave her a playful tap on the ass as an apology for being rough.

Once inside, the cops found a disorderly machine shop. They also found three beautiful cars: A 1960 convertible Thunderbird in pristine baby pink paint, a 1978 Mustang in classic yellow, and lastly a '83 DeLorean, albeit in undrivable condition with the motor removed. It took some doing on Maria's part to drag her partner's attention back to the issue at hand: The room was going to be a nightmare to clear. Piles of boxes and randomly placed pegboard tool racks made it impossible to secure the room. Instead, they focused on reaching the relative safety of the next doorway, which should lead into the house. To their chagrin, things wouldn't be that simple. A message left on the door itself gave them their next objective:

"Buried in legends of the past, shadow below, sun above. Ignore the roar, seek to change. Encapsuled within, twisted and turned. The key lies buried in the head in your hand."

It was in this moment Maria was ecstatic to have Lilliana by her side. Not only was the young woman a quick thinker, she also grew up in her father's mechanic shop. "If those bastards put a custom knob on that Thunderbird and ruined it, I'll cut their balls off myself..." Lilliana was already in the driver's seat before Maria could turn around to back her up. "It's not bad... but I still hate them." The younger officer quipped as she vaulted out of the vehicle, key in hand. With a twist and a clack, the key opened the door to the South Wing.

Here, the officer duo faced a choice. They could head to:

• The Basement: A large area that almost certainly contains an Idol. It also almost certainly contained a wide variety of traps and hazards.
• The Kitchen: A large room on the main floor with access to the Wine Cellar and the Back Garden. It would be easy enough to search, but there may be dangers lurking within.
• The Greenhouse: A medium sized room filled with plants. What could possibly go wrong?
• The Laundry Room: A small room. Easy enough to check, but is it worth it if there are any traps?
• The Main Hallway: The official entrance to The Manor. Perhaps the esteemed estate has a grand welcome waiting for these uninvited guests.