Chapter 12: Revenge Served Clothed
Officer Angel sat on a storage container with her laptop, trying to block out the sobbing and rattling coming from the nearby room. When they got all the information they could off Lala, they tied her up and handcuffed her to a pipe, making sure there was no way she could use her muscular physique to fight back even if she wanted to. There was already an accident earlier, and now one of Angel's goons was grunting with his palm on his crotch.
"Let me back there... I'll show that bitch!" the middle-aged man with greying hair said and limped forward. However, David quickly stopped him.
"That's your own fault for trying to grope her while she was getting restrained, Carlos. Now calm down and look lively. It's 11 PM already."
Carlos shook his head and looked at the policeman with scorn.
"What was I supposed to do? That slut stripped my daughter naked right on the street, it's only fair that I get a bit of pleasure myself!"
"Can you shut it already? Go outside and patrol, our golden mane can be here any minute!" Angel shouted, looking up from her computer.
The man grunted a bit more but followed the woman's directions. She sighed. With those idiots, it'll be a miracle if they actually caught Leo.
"If only my squad was with me," Angel said, clenching her fists in rage.
"Your squad wouldn't help here. They're too soft," another man said. This one was a dark-skinned athlete with a burly stature covered by a Hawaiian shirt and a dark beard. He held a hockey stick that he could wield with a surprising ease.
"You say that again, you're getting tased, Omar," Angel scoffed.
"Sorry, ma'am, but that's just what happens when you send women to do a man's job," Omar calmly replied and went away, making the woman roll her eyes.
David chuckled a little when he looked at Angel's frown. These men were truly far from a team she would've wanted for a task like this, but beggars can't be choosers. Now perverted Carlos, sexist Omar, and two other angry, whiny men going by the names Joe and Harry were the only Textilians willing to do such a job.
At least those were driven: Carlos wanted revenge for his daughter's humiliation, Joe and Harry wished the same for their wives, and Omar... well, he was offended even when a woman wore a regular dress instead of a hijab, so their cause was right up his alley. The only guy Officer Angel could really count on was her partner in crime, David, but even he seemed too distracted for her liking.
"Imagine how good life will be when that Sanflarian bitch is dead," he said dreamily in his seat. "The only thing to worry about will be leaving the state fast enough, but I've already thought this through."
"I hope so. Wouldn't wanna move to the electric chair instead of Mexico," Angel replied.
"One thing bothers me, though. That Elizabeth gal... Is she even trustworthy? I know you seem confident in her, but I just can't see why. Our previous friends were far more reputable."
Officer Angel let out a laugh, as if what David asked was so naïve she couldn't keep a straight face.
"Of course I do. I saw that in her eyes, heard that in her voice. She might not be the most stable person, but she's even more driven than we are. Not by money, mind you, because she has more than enough. What drives her is an idea."
"Of wearing dresses?" David giggled.
"Oh, it goes much deeper. I checked the data I could, and she seems to be entirely opposed to female nudity. Always wears a one-piece swimsuit to the beach and never appears in public in a skirt that doesn't cover her knees. But people that chick hates the most are exhibitionists. You know, the kind that run around naked on the streets."
A smile appeared on David's face as he clearly enjoyed picturing that in his head.
"I'm sure she'd just jail all of them for life if she could. But, well, she kinda has to compromise. I don't even know why she's like this... Well, if I had to guess, it's due to her daddy issues. Don't know much about that story, but by the things I could find, it must be peak drama," Angel said with a smirk, then glanced at her watch and quickly changed her expression to a completely serious one. "Almost midnight, tell everyone to assume their positions."
"Understood," David got up and walked in the distance while bound, beaten, and gagged Lala continued to thrash in the storage room.
***
Arnold drove slowly and carefully, keeping the engine almost silent and the headlights off. One reason for this was the fact that it was an ICA-issued car, so any damages would come straight out of his paycheck. But what was even more important is being discreet, so the kidnappers wouldn't notice Leo approach before she's ready for it. The countess sat in the passenger's seat with deadly focus in her eyes, not saying a word since their road began.
Arnold had a bit of a hard time getting used to seeing Leo like this, even though her current look still brought him a wide smile and a quick reaction in his pants. It wasn't just because of Leo's mood, although that assertiveness was also attractive. The main reason was that now Leo was sitting in the car painted pitch-black, looking like a silhouette from a horror story, albeit a pretty sexy one.
Prior to their ride, Arnold led the countess to an experienced body paint artist, who applied a thick coat of black paint over her entire body. His paintbrush slowly moved across Leo's entire body with not even the tiniest exception. Even went inside of the girl's pussy and ass a little bit, making it hard for her to contain a moan. The phrase "mixing business with pleasure" must've never been this direct.
Of course, Leo's hair also got dyed, temporarily turning her into a brunette. Arnold couldn't help but admire the girl's new hairstyle, even though he knew she'd never sacrifice her natural golden color for any other. One thing that still creeped him out, though, were her contact lenses, which were also fully black and looked very unnatural. Still, her dedication commanded respect.
It was Leo's idea, after all. At least partially. When Arnold brought up the idea of a disguise, she remembered a certain task force from her homeworld, usually trusted with the most important and discreet tasks in the kingdom. They were fittingly called "Shadows" and included both men and women. Male operatives were gathering information in the open while being as unassuming as possible and infiltrating various social circles with their charisma.
Women, on the other hand, spied and struck their foes from hiding, so they could never know what hit them. They used body paint to blend in with their surroundings and moved around silently, completely invisible to the naked eye. Most female shadows also shaved all of their hair so they wouldn't leave any evidence of their involvement. However, this mission didn't require such drastic measures. After all, Leo will have to make her presence known to beat those criminals' asses.
"Alright, let's go through all of this one more time. You remember the CCTV layout? Where the entrances are? Blind spots?" Arnold's voice was shaking.
"First of all, don't worry. You're not the one going to fight an armed gang butt-naked," Leo said with levity, her entire mouth, teeth, and tongue black as well. "But yes, I do remember. The cameras on that, that, and that corner of the street. There are two entrances: one on the south and an emergency exit on the west. The lights don't fully reach the second and third staircases as well as the corridor leading to the main storage room, making them perfect spots for an ambush. Did I do well?"
Arnold nodded and handed Leo a hypoallergenic waist with several smoke bombs, but she just waved her arm.
"You still sure you don't wanna take them? They'll help you to escape if things go south."
Leo shook her head with confidence.
"I considered your suggestion, but those trinkets will just weigh me down. You've already helped me a ton, and I'm thankful for that. But the disguise and info will be enough; our skills will do the rest."
Arnold nodded, realizing this was the moment where he had to listen to repay Leo for her cooperation. The countess didn't need much help before and became even better since their last fight in Vegas. There were no reasons to believe she won't do it this time. These thoughts preoccupied him so much he didn't even think to ask whom exactly did she mean by "our".
"Also, I did a lot of stretching before we drove off, so no muscle cramps this time!" she winked.
The agent sent her on her way, but before that, Leo suddenly leaned close to him. Arnold thought she was about to say something, but instead, she softly pressed her lips against his and gave him a warm, lovely kiss.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you again after this, my trusted ally," she said as she exited the car.
He just nodded, too flustered to say a word.
Seeing Leo's painted butt cheeks jiggle as she dashed towards the facility filled Arnold with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he'd be as good as dead if something happens to her. On the other, something told him to believe in the countess' power. Or maybe it was that she somehow looked even hotter covered by paint, and he just wanted to see that beauty in action. Either way, Arnold promised himself to do everything he could.
Meanwhile, Leo was already running between the storage buildings, her bare feet silently touching the asphalt. She leaned against a wall after each time and carefully inspected her surroundings. The place was silent save for the waves coming from the shoreline, with only the dim light of a distant lantern combating the endless night. It was hard to see, but Leo was sure these proud criminals won't bother to cover their tracks well enough to not be noticed eventually.
Sure enough, after a couple more dashes and somersaults just outside of the cameras' view, Leo saw a lone figure walking back and forth. Her long, dark dress was a dead giveaway, and the flashlight she held made her a sitting duck. Leo figured this girl really hated her after that stripping and decided to join the criminals no matter the risks. Well, today was the day for her to learn that risks aren't always worth it.
The countess jumped forward and lay on the ground between a couple of containers. Most women would've been too disgusted by the dirt to do it, but Leo found it to be in the spirit of her mission and focused solely on its success. One of the cameras was nearby, and she could tell somebody was watching it. However, a quick maneuver in the right place should've done the trick.
Leo sprinted forward like an assassin, but the Textilian must've had a very keen sense of hearing since she immediately turned around. The countess moved away, but the girl caught a glimpse of her black, sexy form in the light. She didn't even seem to understand what she saw at first and opened her mouth to scream for help. Instead, Leo swiftly closed her mouth and gave her a stiff elbow to the chest.
"Come with me, I'll let you relieve that memory you cherish so much!" the countess whispered and dragged the girl to the containers while she was gasping for air in immense pain.
