Serena & Courtney's Erotic Comfort
While
Dupree secured a boat and scuba gear Stone went out for weapons. Like Russia, he had a few contacts in Australia as even a few favors.
His first hour produces nothing of notable significance. Some of his contacts are no longer in business, have been eliminated at some point, or just don't have any tech worth the price tag it came with. Then he sees the sign.
Serena & Courtney's Erotic Comfort
.
Instantly he stops in his tracks and his mind races back several years ago.
How could I forget these two?
He composes himself and looks around ensuring no one is out of place. No one is following him around Sydney and he doesn't
feel
the presence of any demons, but he is careful. When someone stops being careful is when they slip up and end up dead.
He didn't care for death. When it comes it would come, but not at a lack of focus or discipline. When he reaches the door to the three story shop, he takes one more inconspicuous look around and then enters.
A
ding
from the door bell rings when he enters and a young woman at the checkout counter looks up from her magazine. He can't see what she is reading or looking at but considering what kind of store this is he has a good idea. The woman smiles at him and he returns it equally.
"May I help you?" she asks a moment later when Stone doesn't move from the entrance and instead stands in place looking around the store.
"I'm looking for Serena or Courtney," he says with another friendly smile.
The woman returns the smile with a more devious one. "Of course you are." She leaves the counter and walks through a set of doors behind her and disappears.
Stone is thrown off slightly and he forces back his instincts to grab something to use as a weapon for a possible attack. He doesn't think he left here last time with any malice. Of course he could be wrong. Women are hard to read sometimes.
A moment later the young woman returns. "They're waiting for you upstairs."
Stone gives her a nod as relief floods him. He turns to the stairs and goes up them. The store is divided into two parts. The bottom has all the minor adult stuff like costumes and toys. The top floor holds the rest; movie and magazines.
Off course the two women deal in other things such as illegal videos and magazines. But Stone is here for something else entirely.
He browses through the store passing another shop worker and a few of Sydney's residents. The third floor, his destination, is the two women's home. He is familiar with the place having been there several times. At the time a large, illegal weapons ring was being ran and Serena and Courtney provided information vital to the case.
Of course he knew they were gun runners themselves and he knew of the other illegal activities they had, but they had valuable information and they weren't part of the ring. When the investigation was over they felt the need to reward him for his silence and eliminating their competition.
His thoughts carry him all the way to the elevator door. The women seemed to have moved up since he was last here. Where the elevator sits used to sit a set of stairs leading up. Of course there used to be guards posted but that is no longer the case.
There is a moment of hesitation and the worker he passed seconds ago says, "Push the button. They are expecting you."
He turns and gives the woman an emotionless smile and presses it. The doors part immediately and he steps in. The doors close and begin to rise. Stone looks around for a button and doesn't find one or a camera. Two seconds later it stops and the doors part.
He steps out into a large living area complete with a kitchen. Across the expanse is a bedroom and bathroom. Everything looks the same as the last time he was here. The door opens to the room and Serena in a dress and Courtney in pants and blouse step out.
"Well we really never expected to see you again," Serena says with a wide grin.
"Especially since it has been a long time since our last encounter," Courtney continues.
"I've been busy but I haven't forgotten," he replies stony faced.
"Not excited to see us?" Serena asks upon seeing no expression set on his face.
"Business ladies."
"Ah. Well then please have a seat," she says gesturing to the set of couches in the center of the room.
Stone does. Serena takes the couch across from him and Courtney slips onto his and slides up next to him. "Maybe afterward we can discuss pleasure," she says licking her lips.
"So what can we help you with Jonathan?" Serena asks.
"I need guns. Good ones."
She clicks her tongue. "We are no longer into such illegal activities and we only run a legitimate place of business."
"Relax Serena," he says leaning back into the couch. Courtney begins to twirl her finger around on his chest. "I no longer work for the CIA or FBI."
"But you do work for someone," says Courtney.
He looks at her then to Serena. "What makes you think that?"
Serena is the one to answer. "You're too honest to turn mercenary." She holds up a finger to stop him as he was about to speak. "And it's not for your personal collection. You wouldn't come all the way here just to buy something."
"You got me," he says slapping his hands down on his knees. "I am here on assignment but I need weapons."
"And your agency is out of them?"
"We don't have that influence yet or caches set up everywhere."
"And what form of payment can you make?" Courtney asks. Her voice takes on a sexy tone. "It doesn't look like you can carry much in this jacket."
He pulls out a card from his jacket's inner pocket. "You can take this to the International Bank of Trade and Commerce, hand it to the manager and he'll know what to do with it."
"Last we heard,
that
bank belonged to a criminal," Serena remarks.
"It did, but the organization I work for, what's the word?" he says snapping his fingers. "Ah yes,
