The lift raises to the front entrance of Laura's office building.
"Alright, so we track and capture potential super-humans. We bring them here, read their minds a little and try to give them a fun life. You got assigned to me, so I basically own you." Laura says with a lower toned, almost tired voice.
"You give them what they want?" Jacob says with seething anger in his voice.
"Anything but total freedom. The thing you value most." Sharron says with absolution.
"Look, I take orders from my superiors, they take theirs from theirs and so on." Laura states as she wraps her arm around Jacob's mid-section. "Let's take it a step deeper. Even if you were in a world free of external enslavement you'd still take orders. You listen to your stomach, your body needs sleep, your balls need to refill. We're all slaves to someone or something. Hell I'm sure it was no different before the war. People were undoubtedly enslaving each other one way or another." She wraps an arm around Jacob.
"Let's go even deeper. I bet you'd love to bend time and space to your whims. We all would. With unlimited power and potential you could create and destroy universes as you please. You could redesign yourself any way you wanted. But none of us can. A depressing fact of life. We're born as specs on the ass of the universe. Made to wander this mudhole, seeking whatever we desire until our demise. So chill out! Look at it this way." She arcs her arm slowly in front of them. "Our pen is nearly worldwide and not in some dude's basement." She releases her arm. "Of course this universe could just be a toy collection in some unknown being's toy chest. Who really knows?" Sharron clears her throat.
"She gets chatty after getting off. We'll give you an actual tour." She pulls a small piece of paper from her cleavage and starts unfolding until the pint sized piece expands to a living room sized mat. She places it down in front of the group.
"This is Fylogiaola, in red." She says pointing at the massive landmass. There are four chunks of land. One fairly large one to the lower left. One, slightly larger, is a short overseas trip north from it. One far to the right is possibly bigger than both of them combined. It practically takes up the entire right half of the map. Then there's the smallest slab of earth, sitting between them, almost at the center of it all. Nearly the entire map is red. There are silver and black lines all over. A small portion, to the rightmost side of the biggest landmass, is yellow.
"What are the silver and black lines?" Jacob asks with his usual sternness.
"Silver indicates bridges, over the water obviously. Most of us didn't want to risk a flood by extending the tunnels under huge lengths of water. They're still fairly fast. Black is the wall. We built it deep to prevent underground assault all the way to the sky to prevent aerial attacks. Then there's the yellow Savage Lands." Sharron points to the north left landmass. "We're here. We transported you from here." She points to the eastern side of the Savage Lands.
"Yeah and every continent is overseen by many people. Councilors I guess. Each with their own way of running things. We all follow The Benefactor's rulings though." Laura says as she saunters over the map, dripping through every step.
"Hey, get your dripping dumbass off my map!" Sharron shouts. As she chases her off the wet mat of a map Sabrina walks into Jacob's view.
"Look, I know you really wanna get outta here to eat diseased meat and sleep on a mattress of malaria. But why not give this place a chance? It's not so bad once you get your dick wet." Jacob looks at her, realizing he wasn't getting out of this strange new land in one piece.
"Besides, you couldn't leave even if you made it to the border." Laura says as Sharron runs up and puts her in a headlock. Jacob stretches out a piece of the neckband. "That's not just a fashion statement. It's a tracking band." Sharron lifts her head up and slaps on a sleeper hold.
"It's implanting microscopic transmitters in you. Don't worry, it just tells our satellite network where you are and lets us take full muscular control of you at the push of a button." Sharron says nonchalantly as she tightens her grip.
"It pulls your body back to Fylogiaola. They can't control your every action. The transmitters relay to our many beacons. When the button is pushed, you'll be gradually pulled towards the nearest one. Don't worry, we'll maneuver you around obstacles and through the wall." Sharron puts Laura down, holding her shoulders tight. She stares down her nose at her, glaring a hole into her skull. Laura gives a sad puppy look and she releases her. Immediately Laura runs back on the map.
"How did someone so childish get to partly run a continent?" Jacob asks with a hint of confusion and irritation.
"She's very good at her job. When Sharron's there to keep her focused at least." Sabrina responds. Sharron slams Laura to the ground, holding her arms behind her back.
"She's really feisty today. You got a rope?" Sharron asks.
"Nah, lets just carry her." Marcy says as she walks over. The two flip Laura over then pick her up by her arms and legs.
"Hey, could you guys-" Marcy spreads Laura's legs, pulling her close and raises her up to her tits by her buns; Letting her legs rest across her shoulders. Sharron pulls her up to her tits as well where she rests her head comfortably. Laura snuggles herself in as the two give each other a half lidded glare. Sharron turns to look at the map. It's soaked, stomped to bits and covered in shoeprints.
"I worked so hard on that map." The pair start carrying Laura inside with Jacob and Sharron following. As they walk up to Laura's office Sabrina hands Jacob a book. He opens it, skimming through the pages. It's a guide to Laura's entire section of the continent. Sharron and Marcy set Laura down on a long couch against the wall west of her desk. "I'll watch her." Sharron says, pulling Laura's head onto her lap while brushing her hand through her hair. She looks down at her. "So, you gonna change your shorts or what?"
"Yeah, I got work to do." Laura says, more relaxed and even toned than before. Everyone else walks back downstairs. Marcy makes her way to her office, leaving Sabrina and Jacob to head out. As they reach the street Sabrina clicks a spot on the wrist of her jumpsuit. The reinforced black leather gradually peels off her skin, forming into a folded square that she slips into her jean pocket. She turns to face Jacob. She's a poster girl for fitness. She's still sweaty from the fight, glistening as beads slowly slide down her back and six pack. She's wearing ripped jeans and a black tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination.
"Like what you see?" She asks.
"What?" Jacob looks up from her abs. She chuckles.
