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"You want me to be Charli Adamos?" "Replace Charlii Adamos for an unknown period of time." "The Charlii Adamos? The gamer girl who has a huge army of simps that live streams everyday?" "Her father, Lord Patrician Adamos is a high admiral. We have recently found credible evidence that the Classic League seeks to abduct Charli and extort her father with it. If we can however replace her with you we can simply have you be abducted and we can follow a hyper covert trace back to your location, undoing the plot." "You want me to be the bait as a replacement for a famous person?" "Yes." "Is there no...easier job? This is my first assignment, after all." "Zaleria will be at your side as Charli's, errm... "big tiddy goth gf", Lyra Kythana. Now, we have lured the two of them in our facility by a bit of subterfuge and we are currently crafting the skinsuits for the both of you. These contain all of their memories and mannerisms too. While you're busy playing them, we will keep both in a coma. "Charli Adamos..." Eraldan repeated her name, deep in thought. He'd put a few of her livestreams on, in the background while working, listening to her being cute while playing (and mostly failing) at video games. She had quite a swathe of fans, nicknamed the Charlii Armii that were fawning over her endlessly as if she was their queen, even though she had a steady relationship with a girlfriend. "This is insane." "You get used to it," Zaleria quipped. "So are you familiar with this woman?" "Yeah, she's a celebrity. How come you haven't heard of her." She shrugged. "This is going to be intense, I don't think I'm up for it." "If need be, you can swap roles, but I am eager to see how you perform in this role. The smile on her face seemed to indicate to him that she might be rooting for him to fail in a live performance. "Okay. Okay, sure." Mother picked up the phone, the brute orcish hands almost squishing the device. "Are they done yet? Good, place the originals in storage, deliver them to me including the clothes the originals were wearing and all personal artifacts." "Storage?" "Artificial harmless coma. Leaves no memories of what happened." "Oh. Okay. Isn't that a little immoral? Y'know, to just store them away for a few days without them knowing why, or that it even happened?" "Eh? We do a lot of questionable stuff here. You'll get used to it." A few moments passed in awkward silence as they waited for the new suits to be delivered. Eraldan tried to fill it by striking up some conversation with Zaleria, but her short and uninteresting responses deterred him. He spent the few minutes sitting in the corner, painfully aware of Mother's semen still dripping out of his pussy and ass, thinking about how he ended up in this whole situation. At last a knock came on the office door, interrupting Eraldan's thoughts as his attention switched back to his task. Two Llarian women opened the door, each carrying a box of what Eraldan presumed to be a disguise and their personal belongings. They dropped the boxes off on Mother's somewhat soiled desk, saluted, then left the room without saying a word. "Now. It's time for you two to get ready," Mother said, resting her large hands on the two boxes. "These boxes hold the skinsuits of Charli Adamos and Lyra Kythana, as well as anything that was on them when we took them in. Eraldan and Zaleria, go into the next room over, the one Eraldan used already, to change. Return here and I'll arrange your transportation to their house. That will be the last you hear from me before your mission begins, and thus the last you will be able to ask me any questions about what you are doing. Make sure you don't mess this up. Now get going!" Zaleria quickly rose from her spot on the floor of the room and picked up the closest box to her, giving a short bow of respect to Mother. Eraldan got up a bit slower, and got to his feet just as Zaleria passed him. She gave him a quick brush past with her shoulder and whispered in his ear: "You gotta move faster. I know you haven't had any training, but diligence and speed are key when working here." He awkwardly rushed forward to pick up his box, did a half-assed bow like Zaleria did, and ran out the door after her. They were the only two agents in that room, it was the closest suiting room to Mother's office and was usually only used by Mother herself; agents had to use other rooms farther away, usually the ones closest to their offices. Zaleria looked around it, showing the first real emotion Eraldan had seen from her, even if it wasn't much. She was clearly happy to be here. Eraldan assumed this room must be something special. "Newcomer, you're lucky!" she spoke with an air of jealousy. "Most people never step in here, but you've gone in twice on your first day. This is my first, and probably only, time I'll be in here, so I'm trying to remember what it's like. It's really nice compared to our standard changing rooms. Anyway, we shouldn't keep Mother waiting. She doesn't have too much of a temper - it's pretty relaxed here - but it's just common courtesy not to keep people waiting for long. "Open your box." Eraldan opened his box and found a pale skin with a bunch of black hair and clothing to accompany. He assumed he got Lyra's skin. He began to celebrate that he hadn't been assigned Charli after all, but Zaleria clearly noticed that they had gotten the wrong skins and demanded him to trade with her. He rummaged through his new box, clearly bummed out, and lifted the skin out first. "So, uhh, should I take off the skin I'm wearing or...?" he asked, a little confused. "Nah, it's quicker that way. I don't know or care what you actually look like, and it's fine to put on multiple suits at once. I don't even know what most agents here really look like, most of us just keep putting on suits for our next mission without taking them off. Of course, that's only if the people they're becoming aren't important, and the more important agents like myself have to be screened more often to make sure we still are who we claim to be." "Okay then..." Zaleria already had undressed and put half of Lyra's skin on during the conversation, her muscular legs softening out and her hips widening. Despite being a woman, Zaleria was rather masculine in her build, having a relatively small chest and narrow hips. She didn't mind though, as it helped her when she was in the military, and skinsuits can make up for anything she didn't like about herself. Eraldan began to stretch Charli's mouth wide to step into her. Just like the last skin, it was gooey and weird, but he found it a little more acceptable now that he'd done it once already. He moved her legs up his own and up to his crotch, syncing her pussy with the one he already had. The rest of her was bunched up around his waist, like a strange set of tights. Zaleria finished up putting on her suit which had breasts that even put Mother to shame and began to dress in Lyra's dark clothing. Included next to all of it was something long that matched her flesh tone. Upon further inspection, Zaleria identified it as a realistic dildo. She gave a quick smirk and stuffed it into her vagina so that Eraldan wouldn't see it. She was already dressed by the time Eraldan had worked his suit up to his neck. "Well, I get you're new at this, so I won't be too hard on you for now," she told Eraldan, "but I'd appreciate it if you'd go a little faster. Just tell me if you need any help with getting her clothes on; I know that you don't have experience in putting on female clothing." He stuffed his head into Charli's and felt himself change a little, but not nearly as much as last time due to the similarity of her body to the one he was already inhabiting. He began to get a headache as it felt like his mind was expanding. It soon subsided, and he had a new set of memories. They were clearly Charli's, and he was mildly concerned at some of the stuff she did regularly, knowing that he would have to do the same soon. He tried not to let it affect him and put on her clothing. The panties and shorts were easy enough, but he struggled with getting her bra on, as he couldn't see the clips in the back and he had little experience with them in the first place. After a while, Zaleria came up and did it for him so that he could move on. He mushed his new tits into her skimpy top, and with that his disguise was complete. Eraldan and Zaleria grabbed their respective belongings and left the room to return to Mother's office. He checked his ID....her ID...Charli's ID. It was a bit confusing for her which made him retreat to his comfort zone, numbers and administration. She pulled up Charlii's memories of her business ventures and gasped. "Charlii is commiting tax fraud. She is actually shoveling her income into a well woven web of subsidiaries paying image rights to one another until it's all slushed off to a Helassian bank account. 0 percent taxes. Its brilliant....its..." An aside glance from the goth girl next to him brought her back to earth. "Eh, should do I contact the Imperial Revenue Service?" "No." Her voice sounded emotionally distant, spot on for the real Lyra. "We deal in real crimes here." "Ah...okay." As they moved through the halls she glanced at the side seeing Charlii standing in her place...moving as she moved. He stopped to examine his new form in full before suddenly striking a very sexual pose and an "ahegao" face. There was some movement in Lyras crotch as she stared at her girlfriend almost rubbing her crotch and with a mid orgasm phase. "Come on. We have work to do, Girl. I know you're just getting used to this but we have some time after Mother is done with us." "Sorry, this is just...it's awesome." Charlii reached for her panties and flashed her vagina to the mirror, something the real her never would do...nor show her nipples. "All done." She ignored the feeling of slight moistness down below to readjust her clothing back into place. "This will become second nature to you...if you succeed. Now come along." "Yes ma'am." "Call me Lyra. Or Sweetie, that's what Charlii would call me." "Before we go in..." "Yes?" "Can i..touch? I've never like seen...boobs that big in real life." Lyra frowned for a moment but pushed her chest forward. Charlii smiled as her well manicured hands touched Lyra's mounds and started rubbing and feeling them up. There was a short moment where both were so distracted by this that they didn't notice Mother stepping out of her office and glaring at them. She cleared her throat causing Charlii to shriek and flinch while Lyra merely glanced back without shame. The naked woman seemed somewhat displeased but Charlii's reaction was too amusing to stay annoyed about. "You will have plenty of time for that later. Now, did you have a question or are you two ready to go for placement?" "Eh, I...she...do you, like, really need me to do a livestream... multiple livestreams? Can't we just say Charlii is a bit sick and won't be around for a few days?" "No. If Zaleria deems it important that you two change roles, so you shall. You follow every order of her to the letter, understood?" "Yes, yes ma'am." Charlii saluted. "You need to stay in character at all times, Eraldan. Would Charlii Adamos give a military salute?" "No, ma'am, sir, ma'am." "Call me Mother." From her voice it seems like her patience was starting to run thin. "I will be watching your livestream. Its scheduled to begin in three hours. Head to the docking bay and assume your roles. Your ship is the fanciest one there." "Don't disappoint me." She said matter of factly before turning around and closing the door behind her. Charlii let out a sigh of relief while Lyra put her hand on her shoulder. "Come on, probie, we need to get to work." "Okay, sweetums." "Sweetie. Get it right, please." ----------- Lyra drove the fanciest spaceship that Eraldan had ever been into to the spacious looking mansion on the outskirts of Varimaldi bay. Lyra was a bit nervous, spotting several ships following them and overtaking them only to start making photos of the two of them. Charlii shrieked and hid for a moment before Lyra poked her. "Smile for the cameras you're a celebrity now." "Oh, right, damn." She flashed two thumbs up and her famous ahegao face with her long tongue sticking out. "Okay, so we're landing now, then we get inside as quickly as possible." Years of piloting her own spaceship helped her quickly bring it down in the docking bay which opened and closed automatically. Lyra stepped out, placing the spaceship keys in the locker. "Computer." The house's computer responded with an affirmative beep. "Close all blinds, lights to full. There. That should give us some peace and quiet before it all begins. Charlii turned around at the sound of the automatic blinders closing in place. "So, Charlii, dont forget youre a celebrity now. Smile at the camera and be the happy airhead like any modern day celebrities. You're good at making that strange face at least." "It's... muscle memory. Her muscle memory." Charlii struck the pose once again. "We have two and a half hours before your live stream is set to start. You should get acquainted with the streaming setup and your performance. Mother will be watching, and I don't intend to have you blunder under my watch. "I get it, Lyra. I've done a bit of streaming myself when I was younger, it shouldn't be that hard to do." Both of them walked into the min bedroom, exhaustively decorated in white marble and gold trimmings. But on the far right of the room was a place Eraldan recognized. A lineup of screens with pink and purple designs on the walls of hearts, a very fluffy teddy bear with Charlii's personal logo on it and as a focal point a very comfortable looking "Heronax" sponsored gaming chair in Red and Gold. "Oh wow. Her streaming setup." Carlii popped down into the chair which was custom made to fit her form and exhaled in relaxation. "Damn this feels nice." "Stay focused." Lyra encouraged her. "Start up the software and make sure everything is in order for your livestream." Charlli glanced over at her. "Okay...but while I do that, can we talk?" Lyra nodded, grabbing the other chair which was shaded in black and white instead and sitting next to Charlii. Charlii noticed that Lyra's body language and mannerisms were not rigid or military, but rather pretty loose and laid back. Even her own behaviour was subconsciously matching Charlii's sensual teasing and cheery motions. "Alright. Starting up LVStream Pro. Ooh that's a lot of buttons." Charlii hit one at random. On the right a button called LIVE popped up in stark red and white colours. Down on the bottom left...a number of viewers that started to increase. 12....45....100...342... Charlii froze solid. "Oh." The number breached a thousand and comments greeting Charlii started to roll in. Lyra quickly spoke up. "We are just testing a feature." She leaned forward, her breasts showing to the stream before she pulled the plug on the computer. The goth elven girl's death glare was palpable. Charlii gulped and quietly said "sorry." "I know you're new, but you must commit to your role at all times. We have..." she glanced at her watch. "Two hours to get it right." Lyra looked down at Charlii who was enamoured by her chest, completely distracted. She realized that Charlii was still too distracted by their transformation into some of the sexiest elven Women in the galaxy; Lyra sighed heavily, then gave her an offer, her voice showing off her irritation: "How about we fuck, and just get it over with so you can focus on your job?" "Eh...yes! Yes please." "But." Lyra held one finger against her chest. "You will do absolutely everything to get this stream right, not get distracted by me even once." "Yes ma'am." "Sweetie." "Right, Sweetie!" "Good. You better stick to your end of the deal, though... Mother will be watching, too, and if you mess up, there'll be more people than just me who'll be angry at you." With her final warning, Lyra dropped the serious attitude and annoyance of Zaleria underneath and went back to the personality she always had. She reached back and unzipped her black lace dress. It became loose and she pulled it up from the bottom quite seductively. It was clear she had experience in this sort of thing to Charlii, and she wondered how many criminals Zaleria'd had to fuck for other missions. Lyra held it at her chest for a bit, tantalizing her partner by refusing to show them what they wanted. She smirked, knowing that she had Charlii under her control. "Well, Charlii, aren't you going to undress, too? We can't have sex with one of us fully clothed after all..." "How many people have you had sex with Zelaria?" "On or off the job?" "On." "Lost track. A lot. Most people dont suspect their own lover just after they had sex with them. Makes the work a lot easier. Youd be suprised how much easier infiltration is using sex. Get used to it, or get out." Lyra turned rigidly for a moment before back into her semi slouched pose as she freed her nipples. With her other hand the tugged at her panties, the big strap on springing free. "Oh...you are..I thought i was...that you were." "Undress." ""Yes, m...sweetie." Charlii began to stip out of her quite revealing clothing into the nude. She let go of her panties, revealing just how wet she was. As she felt up her body she still found it hard why this average looking woman was considered a sex symbol. She was now looking up at her lover...his partner. For a moment all her worries faded as Lyra hit a button on the side of the strap on that suddenly sprung to life in a most realistic fashion (except its black colour). Lyra reached forward and wrapped Charlii in her arms, the latter burying herself in the former's massive cleavage. Lyra pressed the strap on against Charlii's crotch but did not yet push inside. Already Eraldan's arousal was mixing with the new feminine sensations that now rocked his body. Charlii sucked on one of Lyra's nipples and to her surprise some milk came out. "Whoa.. i didnt know that you could do that." "It responds to your direct mental commands. Try it yourself, sweetie." To Eraldans surprise, it didn't sound sarcastic at all. She looked down at her cleavage, and to her surprise both of her nipples started leaking milk all over. They were sensitive before but now they seemed to be on fire in arousal. With a knowing smirk Lyra squeezed both of them mercilessly forcing Charlli to almost buckle under arousal as her lover leaned in and started tongue kissing her. Lyra dragged Charlli along as both of them plummeted onto the bed the pressure on Charllii's pussy increasing. Eraldan looked up to the astonishingly beautiful woman who had a look of pure lust on her face. Is this his life now? It seemed like it was so...and then the arousal of his female body kicked in and led him on a whole new experience. Lyra rubbed her semi-realistic strap-on up and down along Charlii's crotch, teasing her as it brushed across her labia. Charlii was already wet from the beginning, but the teasing just added so much more... Her heartbeat was elevated as she waited for the moment Lyra would stop and penetrate her. And then it came. As Lyra came to bring her strap-on up again for the umpteenth time, she suddenly changed things up, shoving the long, black tool inside of her 'lover'. "Ahhnnn!" Charlii let out a squeal of pleasure as her partner went in deep, sparing no time as she went for full penetration. It was still new to her, being fucked as a girl, as she had had only the one experience with Mother so far. Lyra began to lean over Charlii - giving an extra few centimeters of penetration into her. Lyra's face was seductive; her eyes and mouth giving off signs of innocence, despite the dirty acts she was performing. She began to suck on one of Charlii's exposed tits, drawing a small stream of milk out. At the same time, she snuck her hand lower, beginning to play with Charlii's aroused clit. Eraldan's new body was screaming in pleasure as he tried to keep himself composed. His partner was quite skilled at sex - as she needed to be to perform her job - which brought a near-virgin like himself to ecstasy in moments. He stared at her eyes, the only part of her face he could see well, while he tried to keep himself from cumming too early. While at first, they looked lustful and happy, there was a dead sadness to them. If he wasn't being used so thoroughly, it might have been enough to break his arousal. Maybe.But his thoughts slowly faded as he felt a pressure building in his pussy. Lyra's unrelenting onslaught on his erogenous zones was beginning to reach its climax as he was. Charlii's vagina tightened around Lyra's fake penis as she came, her face involuntarily making an ahegao out of muscle memory. Charlii was left on the bed, panting and shaking as she experienced the aftermath of the pest orgasm she had experienced in her life. But as for Lyra, she slowly raised herself off of the girl she just fucked and began to go about her business. When Eraldan finally came to his senses, he rolled over and remembered what he had seen during their sexual encounter. "You've done this a lot, haven't you? As much as you tried, you seemed sad." "Well, yes. It no longer really brings any pleasure anymore. Just like masturbating every day takes the fun out of it, so does fucking any guy you have to a few times a week. But there is some fun in playing around with a newbie, so don't feel too bad about it. Just as long as you get your job done now, I don't mind it at all." "Now straighten yourself out. Your livestream starts in five minutes." "Yeah alright sweetie." Charlli went to wash out of her fluids but Lyra shook her head. "Livestreams don't carry smells. I want you to perform while wet." "What? On a livestream?" "Yes." Lyra grabbed Charlii's panties and slipped them over her legs. As Charlii moved to get dressed Lyra groped her pussy and rubbed it with one hand, coating her panties in fluids. "Get used to this feeling. Youll need to." "I...nnngh, I get it. I'll be fine." Quickly Charlii got dressed in her streaming outfit that showed a whole lot of skin. Especially her breasts were barely covered, oozing out on three sides. Lyra flanked her to quickly sort of out hair back into shape and touch up on Charlii's makeup. "Thank you." "Now get in that chair and rev it up. Pull some memories from Charlli on how to do it, or just make something up. Flexibility and improvisation are key parts of this job." "Yes si...sweety." Charlii corrected herself as she sat down in the chair. Her eyes flashed at the clock. 7 AM. 58 minutes. 22 seconds. Immediately Eraldans analytical mind decided that he had 1 minute and 38 seconds to go before the whole world was going to watch him. Him as Charlli Adamos. Yet the skinsuit he wore was perfect. At worst people could say she had an off day. "I'm not interfering with this. If you really need me, i am over here. Dont fuck up. Always stay in character." Lyra spoke in a rather cold tone. Charlii nodded, sighed and balled her fists. "Okay, okay...here we go." She noted the time. 30 seconds. The program was on. She was sitting there in the Charlii Adamos's streaming room. As Charlii Adamos. "Fuck it, let's go. Being a dumb airhead shouldn't be hard." The red light flicked on. She was live. "Heyooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Charlliiii Armiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, how do you lads and laddette's do?" Charlli glanced at the view count. 4. 300. 1042. 3095. 19203. 129888. 209039. One million Seven Hundred Thousand Eight Hundred and Forty Eight viewers. And counting. Charlii froze. At this point, a minute in, she had passed the three million mark. She was stunned beyond belief. "Eeeeh." One of these millions of viewers must be Mother, who held his fate in her hands. The chat whirred to life. He had to come up with something. He had been frozen for at least a minute. "WHAAZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Charlii went as she did her famous ahegao face. "That, right there, was my super new challenge, the statue challenge. Standing still, and then just going nuts, right armii?" A bunch of applause emojis emerged, in waves along with thousands of comments. "Either Way, I'm feeling good today, I might have a new job or something, but I gotta prove that I can keep it." Eraldan went semi autobiographical in the moment...but he had said it so he continued. "And my mother thinks I'm going to fail at it, buttttt I feel great about my chances." The chat started speculating about this mystery job. "But if you?re watching me, mama! I?ve got everything handled. And Lyra?s here too, handling it with me, she?s great too!" Lyra bopped into the screen with a fake smile before leaning in to kiss Charlii. "Less on the nose, please." she whispered, before stepping back out of frame again "Sooo, video games, yeah! Allright, let?s start up this two thousand year old classic Minecraft." Charlli started up the game, made a new world and started building a little house in a desert. She interacted the best she could with the crowd and easily settled into it. In Erealdan?s favor, he was a literal perfect recreation of Charlii with her body and memories intact, so its not like there were any obvious threads to pull and unravel the illusion. About three hours later of streaming, gaming and talking, Charlii squeezed her breasts, did her famous ahegao face, and shut down the stream. Before she got up, she checked that the stream was truly over and cut the power to the PC. She turned around and looked at Lyra for approval. There was a small nod. "Didn?t think you?d succeed...but you were okay." "Oh thank God!" Charlli let out a sigh of relief. "I need to rest...this day has been too much." "Understood. Ill stand watch for a few more hours then join you." "Right. Its not like we need to wake up early tomorrow." Charlii retreated to her bed, not even bothering to change her clothes as she slid under the very fine blankets. The bed itself was far higher quality then she was used to and with a satisfied smile she drifted to sleep. ------- There was a crash of glass, and Eraldan/Charlli leaped awake. Out of nowhere the whole room was filled with gass, and with her first inhale she was knocked out, same with Lyra. Several well armed and equipped figures stepped into the room, and two of them lifted the unconcious Charlii up, dragging her to a nearby air transport hovering on the other side of the window which quickly left the area flying away at high speed. The unconcious Charlii was shoved into a holding cell after putting her arms behind her back and caged in an atomic lock which looked like a thick metal sphere that encapsulated her hands tightly. "Wake her up." One of the men ordered, and the other followed up by pressing a medical device to her forhead and clicking the button. "Oh god... oh wow. It happened. It actually happened." Charllii shook her head and looked up at her captors. And then Eraldan did what he always did when he got super stressed. He got cold and logical. It didnt help him much on dates but here he started to evaluate the situation. He was alone. Three heavily armed men, with sunglasses and top tier equipment were holding him. But...they also thought he was a harmless celebrity, so they would underestimate him. Lyra was off somewhere, probably leading a chase. "Hey, bitch. You're our property now." One of the men spoke up. "A. C. Head to the front. I want some "private time" with her." "Understood, B." Codenames. They are using codenames. "Look at her, she's near emotionless. Must be in shock." The two shared a giggle as they left. The remaining man, B looked down at Eraldan who was trying to shake loose the atomic lock in futility. "Ha, dont even try it, bitch. That's an atomic lock, not even the strongest of men can break that. But do continue to struggle, I like it when my girls squirm. Charlli glanced at the man whom unzipped his crotch and let his dick out. He pulled Charlii up and slipped down her panties. She was defenseless as he eagerly slipped himself inside her. "I always take care to break in our new prisoner. Be a good servant, and well be nice to you girl. Well make you love us in due time.." With a sadistic grin the man started to pump her as Eraldan remained in his stoic look. Resulting in the sex symbol Charlii Adamos silently undergoing this violation of her. Atomic lock. Its an atomic lock...but do those know about skinsuits? Do they? Eraldan began to pull his arm back, focussing specifically on his own arm underneath the skin of Charlii. With an unnatural fluidity his arm slipped out of tje atomic lock, leaving only charliis empty skin inside. With a bit of a tug...Charlii had freed one hand and its skin, whom she quickly restored to its proper function. As for the other it was firmly held within the atomic lock. But now, she could move it freely. The next step formed in his mind. With her "locked" hand she could set up a swing against her rapist, using it as an iron boxing glove. He was focussed on the action, Charill getting battered with arousal but silently ignoring it. Then came the swing. With unnatural strength Charlli Adamos delivered a devastating uppercut with her durasteel encased hand which sent the man reeling in confusion. Charlii, with a neutral look on her face akin to a Terminator, followed up with a decisive blow to his forehead which made him collapse. As he crumpled, she retrieved her other hand from the atomic lock using the skinsuit trick, dropping it on the ground with a dull thud. She subconsciously readjusted her clothing as she reached for the mans holster and pulled out his phaser pistol. With a bit of experimenting he found out that it had been set to stun not kill, which suited her fine. The holding cell's barrier wasn't up yet, thus Charlii could step onto the main hallway wielding the pistol. On the other side of the room was one of her kidnappers, drinking a soda can. He turned in confusion to see this stupid sex doll streamer wielding a gun after having broken out of an unbreakable atomic lock. "What." He spoke in a dull tone before five beams hit him, sending him and the can he was holding to the floor in a loud crash. "Whats going on?" "Hey!" "The bitch is breaking out!" Eraldan silently analyzed the situation. At least three more of her kidnappers were around, and one from behind. The only way she was going to not get ambushed if she could retreat into that holding cell she just broke free from. Charlii fired a few shots down the hallways and retreated to the holding cell She could see a few shots rush by the cell, and then things got very quiet. Too quietm she could hear them shuffle and approach, and she would soon be overrun by three men or more into this hold cell. Charlii looked around for a solution, a salvation for her situation. Then she saw the grenade hanging around her rapist's belt. Knock out gas. And then there was the gasmask hanging around his neck. Charlii ripped the grenade loose, verified that it truly was a knockout gas grenade, and then activated it and chucked it into the hallway. "Huh?" A chorus of confused voices turned to omes of concern as the hallways began to be shrouded in knockout gas. Before it hit Charlii took a deep breath and pressed the gas mask on her face, pulling and adjusting the straps to keep it locked in place. The whole vehicle was now filled with white smoke like gas, and it wad hard to see. Charlii held her position in the corner of the holding cell while listening for if her plan had a good effect. Carefully, she stepped out of the holding cell onto the clouded hallway, to be met with three unconscious guards. With both hands closely on the trigger she moved to the front of the vehicle where the pilot also was knocked out and the vehicle was on emergency autopilot. "Holyshit, i did it." The stress and steel nerves subsided as Charlii suddenly got very concerned about the kidnappers waking up again. She began dragging all four of them into the holding cell after disarming them. Then, satisfied, she put on the holding cell's barrier to maximum. She moved through the gas filled corridor to the pilots seat where she activated air pollution controls which quickly cleaned the air in the entire vehicle. Eraldan programmed the vehicle to return to Charlii's penthouse and leaned back in the chair. Victorious, but exhausted. And as the reality of what she had just done rolled in, Charlii lost her dinner over the cockpit floor. "I can't...believe I just did that." --------------- Lyra was up, calling Mother about what had happened and how to proceed. "Yeah, probie is probably helpless. Though we can just activate the built in tracker in her skinsuit to trace their base and raid it. Simple as." As Lyra saw the approaching van approaching and hovering next to the penthouse, she immediately retrieved the hidden pistol near the bed and approached with it drawn. "Got a situation here." "Hi Zelaria! I did it!" Charlii stepped from the side of the van into the wrecked room. "You can't be serious...how?" "Look, I got five guys locked up in the vans holding cell. Go check. I was like, like a real action hero!" Lyra raised an eyebrow but stepped onto the vehicle. There in the holding cell lay indeed, five knocked out men. "Mother, probie solved it. Himself. He's a keeper. We can exfiltrate soon and deliver a debriefing you won't want to miss." She hung up and turned to Charlii. "My compliments." "Thank you, you're welcome! So...what now?" "A few agents will come pick them up. Then we hold these forms until ordered to leave, where the real Lyra and Charlii are smoothly returned to their lives none the wiser. Come back inside, sweetie." Charlii nodded, and the two of them retreated back into the penthouse, with even Lyra being in a good mood this evening.