My hand went out to rest on the table while Bayonetta licked her way across all of Chun Li's curves, and mounds before pulling her lollipop out of Chun Li's sweet spot with a little pop. Bayonetta then did a saucy little twist spin as she got up. Bayonetta sent me a smirk before giving me a smack on the ass, lollipop in the other hand.
Bayonetta shot me a wink along with a finger gun, "I'll be taking my leaver now, ohh creator of mine, and I'll be taking my dearest brother Dante with me."
I paused for half a second, "Do I even want to know?" I question even as I slip back into the depths of Chun Li's warm folds.
Bayonetta struck a pose and gave me a wink - ohh don't be like that, I'm only going to track down nine naughty little children.
My hips slowly worked back and forth as I gave that a thought. My hips came forward hard with a smack, smack, smack sending ripples along Chun Li's thighs and ass. "If you plan to do it in style make sure to have a trauma team on hand for recovery of the area, but for the nine, leave no survivors."
Bayonetta gave an idle wave before she sauntered through the door with her deadly hips. With a shake of my head, I turned back around and proceeded to continue putting Chun Li in her pace before we were promptly interrupted.
Three Hours later….
Relaxing in one of the comfortable chairs inside the waiting room by the helipad. I ran my hand through Arcanine's furry mane while we waited for the arrival of the General and his recommended pilot. Cortana had kept spinning her web into everything for me and from the information copied and shared.
The government was more than happy to back me, but it was only tentatively because I wasn't proven yet. They didn't want to back me while casting the PRT and their bullshit out and I turned out to be a phony. So they were going to give the General more than enough rope to hang the both of us with.
That wasnt the greatest news to hear, but it also wasn't the worst news to date.
It was good since they were more than willing to give me a chance and I thrived on small chances. Any good solider could tell you it was the little glimmer of hope that buttered our bread. Plus, I was American so my audacity levels were through the fucking roof, now all I had to do was kick those traitors in the mouth and get them out of my nation.
There was a beep from my wrist as the notification came in that one of my talon fighters had a portal in over the bay and dropped their cloak to get picked up by the sensors. Arcanine rolled his big fluffy head in my lap to get a clear look, then chuffed as he watched them try and scramble a Vtol over at the PRT oil rig. They were summary called off and told they had no clearance to land on the hospitals helipad.
With a puase, I waited and watched as the mac guns on the roof begain to spool up, the energy build up clear for any outside to see. I raised a brow as those in the control tower pinged the PRT VTOL. The damn bird banked off the Oil-Rigs helipad but we never fired a shot. Hmm, that was a little more aggressive if I was being honest, so I wrote up a note and sent it over to Glynda as I stood with the sound of the doors opening.
I watched as the general came strolling through the double doors a faint smirk on his lips and I could figure out who came the command to ping the VTOL. I knew that the military had issues with the PRT, hell everyone had a hate boner with the PRT. Yet, I didn't think that he would bloody their nose because of that.
Well, I guess that it doesnt matter anyway since I was already on my way to kick the PRT out and get them replaced by people who could actually do the job correctly. Plus, I could just use the Generals influence later to resolve the issue. I'm certain Piggot is throwing an absolute bitch fit right now but I wasn't the one that has to deal with her.
Along with the General, I noticed another walking at his side. My eyes flowed across his body as I took in his uniform, it was the chest of medals that took my attention. It was the gold leaf near his lipel that told me his rank, then my eyes drifted to his name tag and I almost lost it. Standing before me was an asian american Major Payne, like got'damn.
Keeping my laughter inside, I walked over towards the two and held out my hand for the General. Before he took my hand, they both removed their hats and tucked it under an arm before returning my gesture of respect.
I shook one hand then the other before dropping them and turning towards the General. "Is this the Pilot you would want for the Zaku 2?"
The General smiled at me even though his hand idley went over to give the goodest boy some scratches, "Yes, Major Payne is known for this unorthodox thinking and flexibility. I do think that he will adapt real well and the ultimate fit for what we are looking for."