NationStates Jolt Archive

Agustus Cezar waited for his employers. Stanmping his feet to keep off the cold of Northern Siloin, Cezar brushed his horse absentmindedly. Horses were the only way to get into the castle country of legend- mountain passes were not wide enough for automobiles.

OOC: Just bring your charecter in, with a breif intro.

[OOC: Do you realize you've misspelled Indiana, Augustus and Caesar, or is it supposed to be a parody with altered names? Indian Jones would be ultimate lulz]

ooc: will post intro soon. late for class O_O

"...And so, from metallurgical analysis, we can determine that this sword was definitely used by the armies of Sergei the Great. This means that his forces were equipped with some of the most advanced technology on the continent," Professor Kazaku concluded. "This," he picked up the ancient sword, "Was the F-22 of the Medieval world." He sighed at the class' lack of attention, "Well, then, you're dismissed. Read Chapters 5 and 6 for next week and be sure to take careful notes..."

Emma 'Double-Dare' Antall slowly approached the university at a steady pace in nothing but her khaki pants and black tank-top: her coat thrown over her sholder and her fedora sitting at an odd angle upon her head. She still kept her gloves on and her pony-tail in shape however and said pony-tail fluttered in the breeze ever-so-lightly as she opened the front door. Upon asking a young, rather attractive, girl where she could get directions...ironically enough, she headed for the front office. Then Emma got directions to the professor's office and then waited outside his door, which was closed at the moment. Then it came open as several students came walking out with sighs of relief. Emma moved to the inside of the door way and stopped the door from shutting on her side with one of her booted feet.

"Professor Kazaku I assume?" Emma asked, looking up from under her fedora's brim.

O'Beal paced the room, he had just been fired from his 3rd club in a month as a bouncer. Break someone's leg and everyone hates you he thought. He glanced down at the paper he had been reading. He had already checked the classifies, no jobs requiring his unique job skills. Thats when he saw a small blurb about some jewel found way in the north. Hmm he thought....

Emma 'Double-Dare' Antall slowly approached the university at a steady pace in nothing but her khaki pants and black tank-top: her coat thrown over her sholder and her fedora sitting at an odd angle upon her head. She still kept her gloves on and her pony-tail in shape however and said pony-tail fluttered in the breeze ever-so-lightly as she opened the front door. Upon asking a young, rather attractive, girl where she could get directions...ironically enough, she headed for the front office. Then Emma got directions to the professor's office and then waited outside his door, which was closed at the moment. Then it came open as several students came walking out with sighs of relief. Emma moved to the inside of the door way and stopped the door from shutting on her side with one of her booted feet.

"Professor Kazaku I assume?" Emma asked, looking up from under her fedora's brim.
"T-that's me," the Professor stuttered, straightening his glasses. Usually, the only attractive woman who talked to him was Sarah, his assistant. "How can I help, Miss...?"

"Relax professor..." Emma said as she walked in "...men aren't my cup of tea." She said in response to stuttering at, she assumed, beauty.

Emma took off her fedora and tossed it on to the desk. It spun in a circle and stopped near a pen with the front of it facing her as she approached the side of his desk. Emma then leaned her side against the desk while still facing the professor and set her jacket on his desk over her fedora.

"You're a professor of history correct?" Emma asked, slowly pulling at the fingers of her gloves to remove them.

"T-that's correct," Professor Kazaku said as he picked up her jacket. He walked over and hung it on the coat rack before continuing. "T-this is more of a t-tick," he said, his arm swinging back and forth, as if he was keeping meter. He shut his eyes for a second and it stopped. "I c-can talk up a s-storm in front of students and ac-cadamia, but new people t-tend to get me l-l-like this," he smiled sheepishly. Kazaku seemed to pick up on her foreign accent [ooc: my country is pre-revolution Russian], "You know, in this country, it's rude not to introduce yourself."

"So a new student would make do that?" Emma asked sarcastically "Anyways, my name's Emma Andall, my friends call me Emma or 'Double-Dare' but right now you don't have the privelage of either."

Emma then readjusted herself so she was almost sitting on the desk in stead of leaning her side in to it. Emma slowly stretched her arms as if she was trying to show off her bust to the professor and intertwined her fingers behind her head while she continued to speak.

"What is it you teach professor?" Emma asked, proceeding to cross her legs.

He frowned. He wasn't sure he liked this woman...

"You just missed Mitgarian History: From Inception to the Third Dynasty," Kazaku answered. He picked up a file on the desk next to her, "Now, Miss Whom-ever-you-are, I have other classes to prepare, if you don't m-mind."

"Yes..." Emma said, grabbing the file at the top and bending it down to make eye-contact with the professor "...I do" Emma finished.

Then with her free hand Emma fished in her pocket and pulled up a crumpled news-paper article that was barely a paragraph, contained a mini-outline of Siloin, and mention of the supposed jewel that was rumored to be somewhere in the cold, unforgiving and mountainous terrain. Emma held it out over the file for the man to see and secured it loosely in place with the file-holding hand's thumb.

"Perhaps you've heard of this?" She asked, referring to the jewel the paper mentioned.

"Bolzhe moi..." Kazaku said, his curiosity overriding his emotion as he took the paper in hand, letting his files drop. "I-I'd thought it only myth...I wrote about it in my doctoral thesis years ago...why do you ask about it, eh?" he eyebrow arched.

Shawn O'Brien strolled through the crowded streets on the other side of the dockyards. Little shops lined the steets and people flocked towards them examining the items for sale, Alot of this stuff just came off the boat, like me... Shawn thought as he continued on towards a small pub on the corner called "The Triangle".

O'Brien was dressed in black trousers, black shoes and a grey turtle neck type sweater. He carried a bag over his shoulder holding the rest of his belongings. Before Shawn left Osteia he brought the money he had been saving from the bootlegging operations, a total of $200 dollars (Like 1000..in this modern times). Once inside the pub he walked over to the bar ordered a draft, Shawn scanned the buildings occupants while setting the bag on the floor at his feet, a pub was a good place to meet people and possibly find a gig that would earn him some cold hard cash.

OOC: leaving it open for the other Henchman, right hand man, top evil dude? who ever?

"Because I am a collector" (she lied) "and I need help: I have a guide for us when you accept and I assure you that the cut you reciev..." Emma positioned herself to lean across the desk and bering her face closer to the professor's "...will dwarf whatever you get paid here several times over." Emma finished, saying it with a strong tone of finality.

She needed somebody who could tell her about whatever culture they were encountering...and what form of poisen darts, rolling boulders, spike pits, and lethal fumes to expect along the way to the jewel. Then after that she would need somebody to give her any sort of history and maybe a price estimation if he could somehow pull it off. Besides that, Emma was a woman so who wouldn't want to go on a long trip, alone with a beautiful young woman: even if she was lesbian? Emma waited for the man's response, secretly praying that he had fell for the 'collector' lie and that he'd accept the offer.

Augustus returned to the local bar after a day of exploring the Castle Country. He ordered a beer, and began rubbing his temples. "What was weird," he thought, "was that it matched up with the old map about the Tigers Tear."

OOC:

Jewels name.

OOC: Theres also a book, The Tigers Tear Gem, for your convieniance, proffesor.

"Because I am a collector" (she lied) "and I need help: I have a guide for us when you accept and I assure you that the cut you reciev..." Emma positioned herself to lean across the desk and bering her face closer to the professor's "...will dwarf whatever you get paid here several times over." Emma finished, saying it with a strong tone of finality.

She needed somebody who could tell her about whatever culture they were encountering...and what form of poisen darts, rolling boulders, spike pits, and lethal fumes to expect along the way to the jewel. Then after that she would need somebody to give her any sort of history and maybe a price estimation if he could somehow pull it off. Besides that, Emma was a woman so who wouldn't want to go on a long trip, alone with a beautiful young woman: even if she was lesbian? Emma waited for the man's response, secretly praying that he had fell for the 'collector' lie and that he'd accept the offer.

"I'm very flattered that you've asked me," Professor Kazaku said slowly. "But the Tiger's Tear is priceless, once belonging to the Mitgarian crown jewels...among other royal insignia. *It belongs in a museum."

*cookie for the reference

"Ah, but which would you prefer professor: would you like to take an adventure, performing a once-in-a-life time trip, earn countless liore, and be able to see and feel something only rumored about among others of you're standing, or..." Emma moved way from the desk and began pacing left and right on the opposite side of Professor Kazaku "...would you prefer to earn a small pay, talking to students who could care less, and dying of old age both alone and unwed: never having enjoyed the taste of adventure." Emma asked the last part while keeping her eyes on the professor the whole time.

"The mark of the immature man is that he wishes to die nobly for a cause; the mark of the mature man is that he wishes to live humbly for one..." Kazaku retorted. "That being said...I'll take a leap and say I'm interested, but first tell me who you are. If you're a collector, then I'm the bloody czarista."

Hercule carefullly wrapped a scarf about his skull, covering his features up to his cheekbones, before strapping on the dark goggles that held the scarf in place. Going in out in public was an annoyance-tying his socks securely, pinning his suspenders to his shirt as belts ruined the line of his pants, carefully attaching his pocketwatch to his vest to ensure it would remain accessible, and easily removed. Placing a dozen tricks of the magician's trade about his person-admittedly, that was much easier these days.
Donning a thick trenchcoat and broad-brimmed slouch hat, he pocketed his flick-knife and the small book of alchemy he'd stolen oh-so long ago before putting on his specially padded gloves.
Daamgaard's instructions were simple-go to the Triangle and await contact. Hercule Endilou's masters in the Thule Gessellschaft had sent him to serve the tall, lean man, and he had no choice but to comply...

Shawn was on his third draft when the door to the pub opened, a strange looking fella strolled in sending a shiver up O'Brien's spine, people these days.., he thought while reaching under the bar counter clicking back the hammer on his Colt.1911 45.Caliber pistol. He sat there trying to forget the image but couldn't seem to shake it, he glanced over....

The Triangle was an intimate little spot, booths lining the outer wall with strings of bright glass beads allowing some modicum of privacy. The radio played Stardust through it's single speaker, slight static obscuring the melody only slightly.
Endilou sat in the booth nearest the fireplace, his back to it's warmth, giving him a commanding view of the main room, and the entrance. "Une demie tasse de cafe, s'il vous plait-je l'aime de froid." he told the barmaid, who looked at him bewildered until he amended:"Coffee, please."

Emma frowned at Professor Kazaku the entire time he spoke, at first thinking he was turning her offer down and then at realizing he had seen through her admittedly thin disguise. Emma waited for Professor Kazaku to finish what he was saying before she finally stood up and away from the desk, supporting her head at the back by intertwining her fingers and placing her hands just above her pony-tail.

"Well, in this modern world you'll find that the governments seem to have no idea what to do with treasures. They always love to lock them away in little glass boxes for the rest of everybodies' natural-born lives. I make sure they can't do that by getting those treasures before them." Emma said, trying to come up with the most artistic way possible to say she was basically just a really extravagent tomb-raider.

Emma frowned at Professor Kazaku the entire time he spoke, at first thinking he was turning her offer down and then at realizing he had seen through her admittedly thin disguise. Emma waited for Professor Kazaku to finish what he was saying before she finally stood up and away from the desk, supporting her head at the back by intertwining her fingers and placing her hands just above her pony-tail.

"Well, in this modern world you'll find that the governments seem to have no idea what to do with treasures. They always love to lock them away in little glass boxes for the rest of everybodies' natural-born lives. I make sure they can't do that by getting those treasures before them." Emma said, trying to come up with the most artistic way possible to say she was basically just a really extravagent tomb-raider.
ooc: i was giving your char a chance to give her name...he still doesn't know it

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"Admittedly," Kazaku replied, "The czar would lock it up for himself...probably sell it to put some money in the coffers," he refered to the failing economy. "Then it would be cut, split up...scattered to the winds.

"I'm in," he said, "But I'll only take what I think is fair as a consultants fee. The rest I'll be donating."

OOC: Just assume Sarah is just doing paperwork for the assistant.

OOc: She already introduced herself in like the first page I think.


"You can do whatever you want with your share, just don't expect me to be so noble." Emma replied.

Emma grabbed her fedora and then pulled on her gloves. After that she had grabbed her coat and pulled it on in hopes to leave before Professor Kazaku's next class came along.

"Meet me at the" (OOC: making up a bar name if that's ok.) "at the Ale-house at seven, okay?" Emma asked the last part as she pushed open the door and walked out in to the university's halls.

Meanwhile, wherever it was that Katie Doherty was in the world, she should have recieved the following letter from Emma:

Hello love,

I'm writing this letter while on a ship to the Free United States in search of a man who could seriously help me out in my search for some of the newer rumors out there. You probably know the one I'm talking about correct? In case you didn't the jewel's called the Tigers Tear and it's apparently very valuable. As you know, I love money, next to my favorite mercenary of course darling, and have gone off to find a man by the name of Professor Kazaku. Anyways, by the time that you've read this I'll be in the Free United States searching for him and whether I get him or not I need a favor from you dearie: meet me in-country and I'll come find you at the airport closest to the coast-line and you and me can catch up one everything we've missed.

Regards,
Your favorite treasure hunter.

Katie Doherty had indeed recieved the letter, which had been chasing her around the world as it happened. Once she had opened the letter, and seen who it was from, she burst into a wide grin at the thought of the woman she had chased, shot at, attacked and, ultimately, seduced. Now she wanted her to go after the legendary Tiger's Tear? Well, she was certainly up for that. So she grabbed her equipment, laying scattered around her small but comfortable apartment, and caught the next flight to the Free United States.
As she sat back on the plane and grinned, she knew who would be waiting for her on the other side.

ooc: no, there hasn't been a post with her saying her name to him. i won't nitpick, i'll assume it happened

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PRofessor Kazaku watched her leave and heaved a sigh. On the one hand, he'd be out of classes for an extended period; but for the other, he had no idea what he was getting into. He quickly headed to his office to find his assistant, Sarah.

"Sarah, contact Professor Brighton. Let him know he'll have to cover my classes for a few weeks...maybe a month. I'll explain everything later," he looked at his watch. "I have to meet someone at 7, I'll be back in soon."

From the parking lot, he got into his Cadillac 65 and started it up, heading to the nearby Ale-house. He wasn't a drinker, and felt out of place once he had stepped inside.

Emma sat at the air-port's main entrance waiting in silence with her car sitting behind her. Emma was staring at the people leaving the airport from under the brim of her fedora while standing with partially crossed arms and one of her hands lightly slapping her leather gloves against her left arm. Emma sat in a slightly impatient pose and what one could say was a frown while she waited. Emma was somewhat cold and was getting slightly sick of waiting but she knew that as soon as she and Katie saw each other they would both definitely liven up and Emma wouldn't be so worried about the cold. Then they could go and she could introduce the professor.


"So a new student would make do that?" Emma asked sarcastically "Anyways, my name's Emma Andall, my friends call me Emma or 'Double-Dare' but right now you don't have the privelage of either."

OOC: Yeah there was.

Katie was amongst the bustle of a crowd of leaving passengers when she saw Emma standing by her car. Despite the masses of people, Katie knew she would recognise the Treasure Hunter when she saw her. After all, how many people wore hats like that, with gloves and that jacket. Then again, she was less than normal herself.
She was wearing a leather coat over her slender figure, longer than Emma's with only a square of flesh showing at the bottom of the coat, where her well shaped legs and rear were hidden beneath a pair of black trousers. She had been recieving admiring looks from men all day, but she had eyes only for Emma.
Once she had seen her target in front of the car, she grinned, threw her long, red, shining hair out of her face and approached her. She did not speak but pressed her body against Emma's, hands dropping down to her rear as they locked lips and kissed her with all the passion her soul possessed.
After what seemed like a blissful eternity, they parted and Katie grinned,
"Well, well, well, how have you been keeping?" She laughed at the Treasure Hunter. That might not have been the greeting she was expecting. Certainly, there were more than a few had stopped and stared when she had started to kiss her.

Emma had simply rolled with the kiss, expecting it from the rather spontanious (truly an oxie-moron) mercenary. Emma smiled as Katie had pulled away and seemed to pay no mind to the people who were watching, several people covering the eyes of their children and scurrying away as fast as they could manage without running in to others. Then when Katie spoke Emma could only throw her had back with a small laugh, freeing a hand to stop her fedora from falling off. Then Emma turned so she was side-by-side with Katie and proceeded to smack her on the rear before she herself spoke.

"Come darling, I'm taking you to meet a man." Emma said, throwing a joking tone in to the last few words.

ooc: since y'all are in my country, can i rp people's reactions etc...?

OOC: Can't see why not

Katie giggled at the gesture and gave a small, mocking pout,
"Aw, a man?" She pretended to sound disappointed, then grinned again to show that she was joking, "If I must meet him, then I guess I shall. Friend of yours? Am I not enough?" Again with the mocking. She turned to see more then a few people staring or scuttling away, but t'hell with them. She was happy with who she was and who she was with. She settled down in the car next to Emma and gave her another kiss before smiling again. When she was in Emma's company, she found it hard to do anything else,
"Where to then Beautiful?" She purred as she ran her hand down the Treasure-Hunter's leg before settling back to let her drive the car in peace.

Kazaku averted his gaze as a pair of Cossack policemen wandered into the bar, naturally harassing the patrons before departing to be back on patrol in the area. The Professor hoped that Emma didn't run into them.

ooc: ok

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There was a roadblock in the road towards the Ale-house, stopping cars and looking for Bolshevik subversives.

"Travel permit," one demanded from Emma as they flagged her car down. Another stood in the way of the roadblock, cradling a submachine gun.

Emma had seen the road-block and had silently swore but had calmly reached under her coat while the officer approached. On his entire approach she was keeping an eye on the man with the gun. When the man approached Emma pulled a brown leather-bound book from under her coat and held it out the window. It contained her personal information such as where she was born and her age, it also contained a recently acquired travel permit in to the Free United States.

"Here you are, sir." Emma said, acting as she threw the officer a fake flirtacious smile.

Katie also pulled out her passport as well as a last minute Permit, something she had pulled from a friend at the very last moment. Nevetheless, it was valid and it did have all the neccessaey information in it about who she was and where she was going. She was also eying up the Trooper with the gun, measuring distances and reaction times already, before she had even done anything and before anything had even kicked off.

"Everything in order, Officer?" She asked politely

Emma had seen the road-block and had silently swore but had calmly reached under her coat while the officer approached. On his entire approach she was keeping an eye on the man with the gun. When the man approached Emma pulled a brown leather-bound book from under her coat and held it out the window. It contained her personal information such as where she was born and her age, it also contained a recently acquired travel permit in to the Free United States.

"Here you are, sir." Emma said, acting as she threw the officer a fake flirtacious smile.

Katie also pulled out her passport as well as a last minute Permit, something she had pulled from a friend at the very last moment. Nevetheless, it was valid and it did have all the neccessaey information in it about who she was and where she was going. She was also eying up the Trooper with the gun, measuring distances and reaction times already, before she had even done anything and before anything had even kicked off.

"Everything in order, Officer?" She asked politely

ooc: this is technically before my country was 'free united states' so the name is the Mitgar Empire. not really relevant, but...

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"Your papers are in order," the Cossack said roughly. "Step out and open the trunk. Foreign agents have been working against the Czar, supporting subversives."

A postman arrived in the Ale-House and gave Proffesor Kazaku a letter. It read;

"My Dear Proffesor;

I your memory still brings to mind your last expidition into the Castle Country of Siloun, hopefully you remember me, the guide.

Proffesor Kazaku, I have made a most amazing discovery in the Castle Country. The map of the Tigers Tear matches up directly with it. I hope you can write me back;

Sincerally:
Agustus Cezar

Emma nodded at being told her papers were clear but then mentally frowned at being told to open the trunk, yet more verification. Emma stepped out of the car, throwing a look to Katie to stay calm while she stepped out. Emma's boots made dull thuds on the road as she moved to the back of the car and opened it up. Inside were several sets of spare clothes, a change of undergarments, a few maps of the local area, a sleeping-bag, and a pillow.

The Cossacks made a mess, one with a rifle using his bayonet to probe the clothing and luggage. After strewing the items around, some of the undergarments tossed carelessly to the ground, the guards waved them through.

"You may go," the said casually.

Katie took her documents back, glad that she had decided to get one after all. The brief time she had had available to factfind about this place generally told her that she would be better off not coming. On the other hand, she had been in places quite similar and she was happy to let Emma do the work for the moment. However, she was more than ready to jump to her Lover's aide, should the worst come to the worst. So the Mercenary sat in the cat and relaxed.

When he was finished, and Emma had returned to the car, Katie shook her head,
"Not the friendliest of people are they?" She sighed, relaxing against the chair, "Anyway, this bloke you're taking me to meet... Hot or not?" She laughed at the statement.

The car was marked in a log, the license recorded as it drove off. With the power of the Leninists growing, the Czar was growing increasingly paranoid.

Emma grumbled and quickly rearranged her stuff once the guards had walked away. Then Emma had shut the trunk and sat in the car. Emma had noted the guards watching her too intently to just be making sure she didn't pull anything. Thankfully this was a car that she had acquired from one of her contacts she had formed in the world (besides Katie of course) and it would be gone once Emma was out of the country and sooner if need-be. Emma then listened as Katie talked and popped the joking question.

"I really wouldn't know darling." Emma said.

Then Emma glanced in her rear-view mirror again.

"They'll all crumble soon enough." Emma said, referring to the current government.

Kazaku waited impatiently. Where was that dratted woman? He sighed and took a sip of his vodka, looking at the clock as he nursed his drink.

"Seems that way," Katie agreed as she sat back and relaxed for another few minutes while Emma drove. Soon, however, she sat up and asked another question,
"This Professor bloke, does he know about the Tear?" She asked seriously. The fewer people knew about expensive stones, the better it would be for everyone involved.

A postman arrived in the Ale-House and gave Proffesor Kazaku a letter. It read;

"My Dear Proffesor;

I your memory still brings to mind your last expidition into the Castle Country of Siloun, hopefully you remember me, the guide.

Proffesor Kazaku, I have made a most amazing discovery in the Castle Country. The map of the Tigers Tear matches up directly with it. I hope you can write me back;

Sincerally:
Agustus Cezar
As he waited, the PRofessor brooded over the letter. He vaguely remembered the man...and with the number of people referring to the jewel on the same day, he grew anxious, what is going on? he wondered.

ooc: sorry for not responding

"Yes, he mentioned he had written about it before. Besides, you know my rule: split it up even." Emma said, realizing Katie's concerns.

Then Emma saw the Ale-house and it's slightly dirty look that made it seem out-of-place with a few of the buildings that surrounded it. Emma pulled the car to park at the curb and got out. Emma walked to the other side and opened Katie's door out of curtiousy before heading for the front door of the establishment. As Emma stepped through she saw various patrons look in the direction of the door opening as if expecting an officer but upon seeing that it was simply two women they went back to their drinks. Emma searched out for the face and found Professor Kazaku.

As Emma approached she waved her hand and then took a seat on one side of the professor.

"Hello professor." Emma said with a small smile.

Katie followed Emma into the bar, distinctly unimpressed with it's size or it's class of customer. She sat opposite the Professor but did not say anything, preferring to let Emma do the talking for the moment. When the time came, she woud say her piece. Until then, she would sit and watch and wait.

"Zdrastvooyte," Kazaku stood, offering his hand, "Dobriy vyecher," he finished. "You're a bit late, you missed the most delightful *gaishnik."

*police who stop cars, etc.

"Not quite." Emma replied, shaking Professor Kazaku's hand "A few stopped us at a road-block not too far back." Emma stated.

Emma then set back down and looked at the two of them for a long moment.

"Alright, where do I start?" Emma asked, taking off her gloves, putting them in her pocket, and winding her hands togethor.

"Well, you can t-tell me who s-she is, for starters," the Professor said. "I'm an ac-ca-ademic, not stupid," he chuckled, "Although, c-c-considering the academic you meet, that's up for d-debate..."

"Indeed, where to start, Beautiful," Katie grinned with a look at the Professor. She didn't know if he knew about them, or about Emma specificially, but then again, it was nothing to be ashamed of and she was not going to hide it for him, or anyone else in this damn country.

She heard the question about her name and, tucking her red hair behind her ear, she flashed a cheesy smile,
"My name's Katie Doherty and I am a Mercenary. A gun for hire, in other words, I am also an Archeologist, so I can be useful on two fronts in this little expedition of yours." She didn't mention the third front. That one was more personal.

"Indeed, where to start, Beautiful," Katie grinned with a look at the Professor. She didn't know if he knew about them, or about Emma specificially, but then again, it was nothing to be ashamed of and she was not going to hide it for him, or anyone else in this damn country.

She heard the question about her name and, tucking her red hair behind her ear, she flashed a cheesy smile,
"My name's Katie Doherty and I am a Mercenary. A gun for hire, in other words, I am also an Archeologist, so I can be useful on two fronts in this little expedition of yours." She didn't mention the third front. That one was more personal.
"I s-see," he replied. "S-so, did you t-t-two specifically seek me out because of m-my paper? If s-s-so, that makes you t-two of the five people that read it..."

Endilou heard the hammer click-and turned his head towards the sound. An Irishman-delightful he thought, watching as the barmaid poured his coffee. He raised a hand, stopping her at half a cup. "Give that gentleman an ale on my account." He nodded casually at O'Brien. "Invite him to my table when you do so, no?"
He carefully placed a bill in her hand-not a large denomination, to arouse suspicion, but large enough she should bear in mind the homophobic laws of the land and leap to a conclusion. Hopefully, she was not particularly devout...

"Well, I tracked you down because you obviously knew something: she's here because I sent her a letter." Emma said, looking around the establishment until she saw the waitress.

Then, only a few minutes later she had a pint of the locals' apparently most favorite alcohol. That was one thing that threw men off, she smoke and drank how one expected a man too, not somebody who was supposed to be petite and make sure that the man never had too much on his plate. Emma sipped away some of the foam before she spoke again.

"Anyways, I need somebody like you professor because I need more than guns and beauty on this venture..." Emma said the last part while throwing a glance to Katie "...I need some serious brains, Katie here is a jack-of-all trades but I need a master of the brains." Emma said, looking to the professor.

Then Emma sat back and sipped at her drink once more before setting it down and waited for the professor's response.

Katie smiled affectionately at the compliment from Emma and, like Emma, she ordered a beer as well and sat drinking it while Emma explained the reasons for the Professor being here on this Expedition. She didn't say anything, but then she didn't need to say anything.
It was taking all of her mental abilities to stop her from kissing the Treasure Hunter right here, right now, in front of all these people. For the moment, however, common sense prevailed.

"Well, I tracked you down because you obviously knew something: she's here because I sent her a letter." Emma said, looking around the establishment until she saw the waitress.

Then, only a few minutes later she had a pint of the locals' apparently most favorite alcohol. That was one thing that threw men off, she smoke and drank how one expected a man too, not somebody who was supposed to be petite and make sure that the man never had too much on his plate. Emma sipped away some of the foam before she spoke again.

"Anyways, I need somebody like you professor because I need more than guns and beauty on this venture..." Emma said the last part while throwing a glance to Katie "...I need some serious brains, Katie here is a jack-of-all trades but I need a master of the brains." Emma said, looking to the professor.

Then Emma sat back and sipped at her drink once more before setting it down and waited for the professor's response.

"Whoever said flattery will get you nowhere is obviously delusional," Kazaku chuckled, seeming to have composed his stutter. "I recently received this," he handed her the letter, "Do you know this man?"

Katie smiled affectionately at the compliment from Emma and, like Emma, she ordered a beer as well and sat drinking it while Emma explained the reasons for the Professor being here on this Expedition. She didn't say anything, but then she didn't need to say anything.
It was taking all of her mental abilities to stop her from kissing the Treasure Hunter right here, right now, in front of all these people. For the moment, however, common sense prevailed.

Kazaku shifted his glance from woman to woman. There was something between these two, he thought, but having just met them, felt it would be wrong to pry.

Emma took the letter from the professor's hand and looked at it with a thoughtful look. Emma was trying to think of all the guides she had met in her adventures. Unfortunately Emma never recalled meating a guide from Siloin so Emma simply shook her head and held the note out to Katie.

"Do you know anybody from Siloin darling?" Emma asked before sipping some of her alcohol.

"I am so embarrassed at not remembering him, though I remember the expedition," the Professor added. "I am so bad with names..."

Katie looked at the letter and shook her head,
"Can't say I do remember, Darling," She smiled, "Though I haven't been there in quite a while so I may have come across him." She laughed, "What does the letter say?"

"He says that his discovery lines up with the map to the...item," the Professor explained. "So..."

ooc: the letter is quoted in one of my posts on pp 4.

"...so if we have him we have a route, and if we have a route..." Emma gained a broad smile as she looked to Katie "...we have money." Emma said somewhat joyously.

Emma pumped one of her arms in a simple gesture of joy that they had now gotten a perfect guide for finding the jewel. Then Emma turned to the professor and didn't something quite shocking that somebody most definately wouldn't expect from somebody like Emma: she kissed him, lightly, but still a kiss.

"Thank you professor." Emma said happily.

Emma then promptly turned to her beer in order to rid the taste from her mouth...

Katie pouted mockingly at the kiss on the Professor and waited a moment as Emma washed out her mouth with her beer, she leant forward then and kissed her Lover on the lips, enjoying her taste. She could not take this anymore. She didn't care who saw her and she thought that Emma deserved a reward for bringing this all together.

"Thank you darling, now..." Emma crossed her legs and leaned back so her chair was only on two legs now "...this is perfect." Emma said with a broad smile.

Now though, the professor was probably having a heart-attack at finding he was working with two lesbians and might back out, which Emma didn't need. She wasn't mad at Katie for kissing her, that was okay, she was just mad at the prospect of the professor suddenly refusing to come along because of laws against homosexuality in Siloin that made her mad. She didn't know if the professor was going to, but Emma could have a wondering imagination when she worked herself up too much.

Katie broke away from the kiss in delight, moving her chair closer to Emma so that they were brushing bodies continiously. She was grinning like a mad Woman as she ran her hand along Emma's leg continiously. She was careful to keep the gesture below the table and out of sight, as if it mattered now. She badly wanted this meeting to end quickly so that she and Emma could retreat to somewhere more private and..."catch up".

"So," She smiled in delight, "What's the plan?"

"well, I'm glad you asked..." Emma looked over "...because there isn't one." Emma finished, keeping her chair tilted.

"We need this guide before we can formulate much of a plan and you can bet there will be countless other parties going after this shiny little rock. Thus we're going to have to plan on-the-fly, when the bridges come up." Emma stated, grabbing her beer once more while trying not to shiver at Katie constantly rubbing her leg.

"Thank you darling, now..." Emma crossed her legs and leaned back so her chair was only on two legs now "...this is perfect." Emma said with a broad smile.

Now though, the professor was probably having a heart-attack at finding he was working with two lesbians and might back out, which Emma didn't need. She wasn't mad at Katie for kissing her, that was okay, she was just mad at the prospect of the professor suddenly refusing to come along because of laws against homosexuality in Siloin that made her mad. She didn't know if the professor was going to, but Emma could have a wondering imagination when she worked herself up too much.

The Professor had expected as much, and his surprise was more from the rumbling of murmurs that came from the other bar patrons. He scanned the room before sighing.

Katie broke away from the kiss in delight, moving her chair closer to Emma so that they were brushing bodies continiously. She was grinning like a mad Woman as she ran her hand along Emma's leg continiously. She was careful to keep the gesture below the table and out of sight, as if it mattered now. She badly wanted this meeting to end quickly so that she and Emma could retreat to somewhere more private and..."catch up".

"So," She smiled in delight, "What's the plan?"

"well, I'm glad you asked..." Emma looked over "...because there isn't one." Emma finished, keeping her chair tilted.

"We need this guide before we can formulate much of a plan and you can bet there will be countless other parties going after this shiny little rock. Thus we're going to have to plan on-the-fly, when the bridges come up." Emma stated, grabbing her beer once more while trying not to shiver at Katie constantly rubbing her leg.

"Bolzhe moi," the Professor sighed, "I guess I can contact our guide...Dr. Malakin led the expedition, so he should know how to contact him," he explained. He looked up as the front door was pushed open, revealing three armed Cossacks.

"It looks like your little display has attracted attention," he replied, "I'll distract them, both of you head towards the rear exit."

Katie looked about and sighed. By god, she hated homophobic Societies. She loved Emma, who happened to be another woman, but that seemed to be too much for this damned Empire. The sooner it collapsed, the better,
"If we must," Her hand hovered over one of the revolvers in her holster. She was ready to shoot her way out if she had too. However, the less she had to fight, the happier she would be.
"See you later, Prof," She shot a petite smile at him before throwing her red hair out of the way and waiting for Emma.

O'Beal
O'Beal had sold all of his possessions pocketing enough money for a train ticket to the north. He had reached a local bar the previous night, It was called the Triangle. Odd name was his only thought as he rented a room for the night at a nearby hotel. After putting his remaining things in the room, he had crossed the street for a drink...

"Yes, it'll be better soon, I think," he flashed a red star sewn into his jacket. "Do svidonia," he told Katie.

Endilou checked his pocketwatch-it was time for contact, and Daamgaard nowhere in sight.
Teutonic efficiency, he thought, looking around the room. Well, Irish sophistication and French valor shall have to carry the day.
Casually, he signalled-tipping his slouch hat and brushing lint off his left shoulder with his right hand. If Daamgaard's men were here, they'd reach him soon enough, and then they could begin.
The Tiger's Tear was something of a legend, and the papers and radio constantly reported every scrap of information the Siloin government permitted. Endilou had enough to go on...

"You get out of here professor." Emma whispered harshly, keeping her eyes on the police.

Emma slowly moved so the seat was on all four legs and rose up from where she sat. Emma casually, and yet still slowly, walked to a nearby empty table. Then with a hit of the boot the table came crashing on to it's side. It hadn't been cleaned yet so a few glasses shattered on the ground and Emma retrieved both of her revolvers out. Emma took aim and fired off two rounds in the direction of the officers before ducking below the table for cover.

Katie was over beside Emma in a second, both her weapons pulled out in an instant. Like Emma, she was using revolvers, though hers were of a different make. She had always found that semi-automatic weapons became too inaccurate over repeated firings, revolvers, with their chambers, did not lose such accuracy and so they were her weapons of choice. She emptied both guns at the Cossacks and went to reload,

"This is what you called me for, My Darling?" Katie poked her tongue out before spinning the chambers in her guns and firing again.

"Partially." Emma responded before, while still crouching, leaning out.

Emma loved her revolvers as they had never jammed on her and she had never heard a case of anybody else's jamming either. Emma emptied the remaining five rounds from both of her guns before ducking back behind the table and reloading once again.

The Cossacks were better trained that to be jumped so easily as they found cover as well. Both were armed with simple Enfield rifles, but their nearby friends, who could hear the commotion, would soon be on the scene.

"Pizdet mudaks!" the Professor muttered. The Cossacks might have just hassled them, but no, this woman had to go and go all balls-shit crazy. He ducked and headed towards the back, cursing his luck

Katie ignored the, presumed, curse from the Professor and continued the gunfight that her Lover had started. She had the advantage over the Coassacks, not in firepower certainly, but in rate of fire, where she had six shots for every one that the Cossacks could fire away. She took advantage of this, using one revolver to keep them pinned behind their cover and the second to pick them off if they appeared. However, she knew it would not be long before this place was swarming with more of these damned Cossacks,
"Darling, I think it's time we exercised the better part of valour," She smiled and nodded to the back door.

"I agree darling." Emma replied.

Emma then fired off a few more rounds before waving to the back-door with her other revolver: signalling Katie to go so the professor would have cover. It would be leap-frog, they could wait for her outside after she had covered their retreat inside and after all that they could leg it to freedom. Emma continued firing shots at the Cossacks and waited for Katie to go out the door.

The door burst open again and two Cossacks armed with PPD-40 submachineguns entered, spraying Emma and Katie's side of the room with a burst of full-auto bullets. They rushed over to cover their colleagues, who had brandished their sidearms, in this case, TT-30 pistols. The Professor kicked open the back door and dove through as another burst of bullets riddled the spot he'd just been in.

Katie rolled forward, hearing the machine gun bullets shatter the wood and stone above her head as she reached her target, a stone pillar in front of the door. She hid behind it for a moment while she reloaded before diving backwards out of the door, firing both revolvers as she did so, forcing the Cossacks to take cover again. Then she was outside with Emma. She kissed her again and laughed as she ran,
"Never a dull minute with you is there?" She joked as she ran for her life.

When they had outrun and lost the Cossacks, in the back garden of some old house, Katie smiled slyly at Emma,
"Enough words, more action," She whispered as she gently pushed her against the garden wall and began to kiss her again, rubbing her hands up and down her Lovers back before finally coming forward to undo Emma's trousers.

"Ahem," the Professor cleared his throat, "As interesting as this would be to watch, there's now a platoon searching the area," he explained. "You'll likely be branded Communist sympathizers or something now...come on. I can get us past the roadblock easily."

"Oh," Katie quickly broke away from the other woman, "I didn't see you there Prof," She gave an embarressed sigh as she stepped back from Emma, who was doing up her trousers again. Katie was busy buttoning her shirt up again to hide her bra,
"So we're now enemies of the state, are we?" She grinned, "Sounds like fun"

"Well, I already can't go to several other countries like this so..." Emma pulled up her pants all the way and readjusted both her hat and coat "...nothing lost."

Emma then reloaded her revolver but made sure to take the shell-casings and put them in her coat pockets so any experianced investigator wouldn't be able to track them to this exact back-yard. Emma then tucked said revolvers in to her coat and then looked to the professor and Katie while praying nobody was about to come out of the back door and find them, specifically a Cossack.

"I don't need the car though, all that was in the trunk was some under-clothes: something of mine I don't think Katie will miss." Emma said with a small smile "Anyways, what's the plan?" Emma asked, crossing her arms and looking to the professor "Please don't tell me you have one." Emma stated with a dead-serious tone.

"I certainly won't miss them," Katie smiled back, then giggled, "I might even lose my own at some point." She too, was being careful not to leave behind any signs of her presence here, including keeping her old cartridges, standing on grass where there would be no footprints to follow and generally making sure she left no trail,
"So Pro," She laughed at the Professor, "What's this plan that Beautiful over here doesn't want to hear?" She stuck her tongue out playfully at Emma as she spoke, to show she meant no harm.

"Just follow me and keep your pants on," the Professor sighed. They're worse than students he told himself. He led them through the alleyway to where his car was parked. Waiting for the patrol to pass, he waved them forward and into his car. "All right, just keep your heads down and we'll get out of here," he told them, driving off back to the university.

"Ooh, touchy," Katie poked her tongue out again as she got into the back of the car and lay down so her outline was not visible to anyone outside. However, to get both women in, they had to lie on top of each other, something that neither objected to,
"What does this remind you off?" Katie whispered into Emma's ear while gently kissing her on the neck and running her hands alone the Treasure Hunter's smooth body.

"Bolzhe-this isn't that kinda car," the Professor hissed as he drove. "We're almost there...I have my own residence on campus, so as soon as we're there I'll lead you to your devices, as it were." He sighed. These women seemed more trouble than the promise of finding the jewel was worth.

Emma could only chuckle at Katie's comment but had to resist boring her glare through the back of Professor Kazaku's skull for his comment while he lead them towards his car. Then she had ended up on top of Katie, her figure hidden from anybody looking in and every curve of her body pressing against Katie while she kissed her neck and rubbed Emma's back.

"Too many times to count." Emma said with a shudder "Besides, you know the spank I gave you at the airport...?" Emma asked, looking Katie in the eye "...now you know how I felt when you shot me in Egypt, at least a little." Emma said jokingly.

"Here we are," the Professor said, pulling the car into a drive. "There's a guest room, so I suppose you'll be okay with sharing." He glanced towards the back as he parked. "In any case...I suggest we don't daudle too long."

"Awww, I'm sorry, little Emma," Katie replied in a soothing but joking tone, running her fingers through Emma's hair as she talked, "I was a poor misguided little Mercenary with more guns than sense. I'm sure I can make you forgive me though," She whispered with another delicate kiss.

It was true that she had once chased Emma the whole way across Egypt, at the commands of some American group who demanded her jewel and her life. However, Katie soon saw the light, or rather, she saw Emma and knew where she belonged. Here, with Emma herself, making up for all the trouble they had caused each other.

When they reached the appartment, Katie grinned mischieviously,
"Don't worry, Pro, we're more than happy to share and we won't stay long. One night at most." She put her hand in Emma's and looked her in the eye,
"After you," She whispered in her ear

"Well, I have to make some calls, so I'll be in the study. There's a refrigerated ice box in the kitchen and food...not sure what, I haven't really shopped in a while." With that, he opened the door and bade them welcome.

"You do that professor." Emma said with a small smile.

Emma waited of Professor Kazaku to open the door and bade them welcome before lightly leading Katie in by the hand with a small smile on her face. Emma then proceeded to help herself and find her way through the professor's home until she found a doorway that she peaked through. Upon seeing a lack of personality Emma assumed it was the guests' room and led Katie inside before kicking the door shut with her foot.

Katie smiled slyly at the Professor as she walked through the house. When Emma opened the door and led her inside, Katie slumped down on the bed as Emma kicked the door closed on the Professor. She smiled at the Treasure Hunter as she approached,
"You know I've been waiting a long time for this," She whispered into her ear as they both lay on the bed, undressing each other. As they did so, Katie pulled the duvet over them and the night's fun could begin...

OOC: I think we should wait for FUS to return before we continue :D

After several long hours on the phone, trying to keep the reason for his query a secret, Kazaku had finally gotten a way to find the guide. An address, which, even if not up-to-date, was their best lead once they got to Silion. Now all he needed were travel papers, but by using the documents of two graduate students, he was confident they could get past the Border Guard and out of the country.

He walked to the guest room and paused before entering, hearing noises. The Professor, though usually a cool and methodical man, blushed and decided to wait for morning before telling them the good news. He retired to his study, falling asleep as he read over his book on the Tiger's Tear.

As morning came, it would find both women curled up together in the bed, asleep, naked, enjoying each other's body heat and feeling happy after a whole night together, undisturbed. Katie was the first to wake. She smiled at her Lover, a women who had lost none of her energy since they had last met and offered her a kiss on her forehead to wake her up,
"Morning Beautiful," She sighed happily.

Emma, who had quite enjoyed herself last night with her long-time friend, woke up to a peck on her forehead. Emma slowly stretched out a cramped arm and then moved to give Katie a peck on the lips.

"Good morning love, you haven't lost anything." Emma stated with a smile.

Emma, though she enjoyed the body-heat and closeness of Katie at the moment she knew that, sadly: they both had to get up. Emma slowly sat up, procceded to scoot to the edge of the bed, and began pulling on her underwear and other such clothes. Once she had done so Emma moved back on to the bed in order to give Katie one more kiss before heading for the door of the room so she could find the professor.

Katie purred happily at the comment from Emma and watched from the bed as she began to get dressed. She had never been a morning person, only in in the wild, would she get up early. Here, she was happy to lie, uncovered, on the bed and watch as her Lover pulled on her clothes, she smiled again,
"I think I prefer you with them off," She sighed, happily, it had been a night to remember alright. She wondered if the Professor had noticed. Not that she really cared.

As morning came, it would find both women curled up together in the bed, asleep, naked, enjoying each other's body heat and feeling happy after a whole night together, undisturbed. Katie was the first to wake. She smiled at her Lover, a women who had lost none of her energy since they had last met and offered her a kiss on her forehead to wake her up,
"Morning Beautiful," She sighed happily.

Emma, who had quite enjoyed herself last night with her long-time friend, woke up to a peck on her forehead. Emma slowly stretched out a cramped arm and then moved to give Katie a peck on the lips.

"Good morning love, you haven't lost anything." Emma stated with a smile.

Emma, though she enjoyed the body-heat and closeness of Katie at the moment she knew that, sadly: they both had to get up. Emma slowly sat up, procceded to scoot to the edge of the bed, and began pulling on her underwear and other such clothes. Once she had done so Emma moved back on to the bed in order to give Katie one more kiss before heading for the door of the room so she could find the professor.

Katie purred happily at the comment from Emma and watched from the bed as she began to get dressed. She had never been a morning person, only in in the wild, would she get up early. Here, she was happy to lie, uncovered, on the bed and watch as her Lover pulled on her clothes, she smiled again,
"I think I prefer you with them off," She sighed, happily, it had been a night to remember alright. She wondered if the Professor had noticed. Not that she really cared.

From the kitchen, the sounds of Fur Elise from a record player and the smell of cooking foods wafted upwards. Kazaku was busy at the stove, preparing the morning meal. He usually didn't entertain 'guests,' but felt that under the circumstances, it was one of the things he could to do for the ladies. He heard them moving around and poked his head up the staircase.

"Ladies, if you're ready, there's breakfast down here," he called, returning to tend to the skillet.

"I know you do." Emma replied with a smile.

Then upon the smell of food wafting up the stairs Emma stretched her arms and sighed at the thought of a nice breakfast.

"I'll meet you down-stairs darling." Emma said, holding her shirt in one of her hands and opening the door with the other.

Emma shut the door so Katie could get dressed without the risk of the professor accidentally peaking in and made her way down the stairs while attempting to put her shirt on. By the time Emma had reached the kitchen she had managed to wrestle her shirt on and leaned against a nearby wall while the professor cooked...whatever it was that he was cooking.

Katie was not long in following Emma down, wearing the same clothes as yesterday however, she had decided to leave her muddy boots upstars and was coming down barefoot. She was also wearing no pants, revealing her long, tanned, slender legs, she was brushing her long, red hair to make it smooth and soft again after a rough night.
She laughed at Emma as she sat beside her,
"Darling," She whispered in her ear, "You're wearing my trousers" She giggled.

"I know you do." Emma replied with a smile.

Then upon the smell of food wafting up the stairs Emma stretched her arms and sighed at the thought of a nice breakfast.

"I'll meet you down-stairs darling." Emma said, holding her shirt in one of her hands and opening the door with the other.

Emma shut the door so Katie could get dressed without the risk of the professor accidentally peaking in and made her way down the stairs while attempting to put her shirt on. By the time Emma had reached the kitchen she had managed to wrestle her shirt on and leaned against a nearby wall while the professor cooked...whatever it was that he was cooking.

Katie was not long in following Emma down, wearing the same clothes as yesterday however, she had decided to leave her muddy boots upstars and was coming down barefoot. She was also wearing no pants, revealing her long, tanned, slender legs, she was brushing her long, red hair to make it smooth and soft again after a rough night.
She laughed at Emma as she sat beside her,
"Darling," She whispered in her ear, "You're wearing my trousers" She giggled.

"Dobraye ootro," the Professor said as both made their way down. "I didn't know what you would like...so I kept it simple; eggs, bacon, some sausage and browned potatoes...there's toast and some buscuits too, if you want," he said, placing the skillet down as he began serving them.

"Thank you professor." Emma replied as she sat down.

When the food was set down in front of her Emma proceeded to smile up at Professor Kazaku and then grabbed a fork that had been sitting by the pre-set plate. Then Emma dug, in, eating some of the sausage and egg that was set on her plate with a hungry appetite.

"Professor..." Emma wiped her lips with the back of her hand "...do you have any tea?" Emma asked, looking up.

"Thank you professor." Emma replied as she sat down.

When the food was set down in front of her Emma proceeded to smile up at Professor Kazaku and then grabbed a fork that had been sitting by the pre-set plate. Then Emma dug, in, eating some of the sausage and egg that was set on her plate with a hungry appetite.

"Professor..." Emma wiped her lips with the back of her hand "...do you have any tea?" Emma asked, looking up.
"What breakfast would this be without tea, my dear?" Professor Kazaku smiled as he set out her cup and poured her a cup. He ignored her poor table manners as he did recieve a 'thank you' and a smile.

Katie took a seat and began to eat the food laid in front of her with much more restraint than her Partner. She eat the food happily, she smiled at the Professor, grinning at Emma's eagerness,
"Some tea would be nice, Professor, thank you," She accepted one of the cups and drank it greedily.

"My, you ladies seem starved," he chuckled a bit, taking his own seat. He ate with much more restraint, and the polish customary of a professor.

"Been a long time since I had a hot meal Professor," Katie laughed as she put the cup down on the table, "For all of the beauty and majesty of Egypt, they can't do good hot food," She smiled again as she relaxed back, putting one smooth, bare leg over the other beneath the table,
"Still...can't wait to be on the hunt again," She sighed.

"I see," the Professor said. "Most of my research hasn't taken me to such...exotic locales, but Silion and others have a certain charm to them," he explained.

Emma had finished her eggs by this point in the conversation, haviing been extremely hungry, and no sipped at her tea while she watched Professor Kazaku and Katie talk. When there was a break in their conversation Emma finally talked once again.

"Well, if you plan to come along with us learn one thing, and learn it well: enjoy hot food and take it at every chance." Emma said before promptly sipping away at her tea again.

Emma had finished her eggs by this point in the conversation, haviing been extremely hungry, and no sipped at her tea while she watched Professor Kazaku and Katie talk. When there was a break in their conversation Emma finally talked once again.

"Well, if you plan to come along with us learn one thing, and learn it well: enjoy hot food and take it at every chance." Emma said before promptly sipping away at her tea again.
"Sound advice," Kazaku answered as he took another bite of his toast.

"I'll tell you now, Prof," Katie grinned, "The only thing you won't miss will be the tea. We can brew that anywhere," She finished as she leaned over to Emma,
"Can I have my trousers back now, please Darling?" She said quietly as she put her head on Emma's shoulder.

"I'll tell you now, Prof," Katie grinned, "The only thing you won't miss will be the tea. We can brew that anywhere," She finished as she leaned over to Emma,
"Can I have my trousers back now, please Darling?" She said quietly as she put her head on Emma's shoulder.
"Look, I don't mind that or your...affections," he cleared his throat, "But next time, please be more discreet in public, especially when we cross the border."

"I know, Siloin kills lesbians and gay men." Emma said before looking to Katie "I like your trousers though." Emma replied, faking a pout.

Emma then turned back to her toast and the remainder of her tea before promptly wiping off her mouth and walking to the sink where she rinsed off her plate. Emma then returned to her seat and started to lean back in the seat.

Katie washed her dishes in the same manner before returning to her seat and sighing,
"If we have to be discreet, then we shall be discreet," She nodded then looked back at Emma's fake pout, putting on one of her own,
"But your trousers are too small for me," She moaned sadly, "Please can I have them back?" She joked, "Pretty please with cherries on top?"

"Oh, fine." Emma said.

Then, in front of Professor Kazaku, almost as if she didn't care; Emma undid the pants she currently wore. Emma then stepped out of said pants and moved back to now sit in nothing but a tank-top and her underwear. Emma once more leaned back, sighing with content pleasure at the breakfast she had just finished.

"The meal was fantastic Professor, thank you." Emma said with a smile.

"I know, Siloin kills lesbians and gay men." Emma said before looking to Katie "I like your trousers though." Emma replied, faking a pout.

Emma then turned back to her toast and the remainder of her tea before promptly wiping off her mouth and walking to the sink where she rinsed off her plate. Emma then returned to her seat and started to lean back in the seat.

Katie washed her dishes in the same manner before returning to her seat and sighing,
"If we have to be discreet, then we shall be discreet," She nodded then looked back at Emma's fake pout, putting on one of her own,
"But your trousers are too small for me," She moaned sadly, "Please can I have them back?" She joked, "Pretty please with cherries on top?"

"Oh, fine." Emma said.

Then, in front of Professor Kazaku, almost as if she didn't care; Emma undid the pants she currently wore. Emma then stepped out of said pants and moved back to now sit in nothing but a tank-top and her underwear. Emma once more leaned back, sighing with content pleasure at the breakfast she had just finished.

"The meal was fantastic Professor, thank you." Emma said with a smile.

"Well, once you ladies get dressed, we'll go to meet my contact in the Red Army. He'll help us get out discreetly." He looked at their 'display.' "You know if you're trying to make me blush or something, it won't work. Despite my occupation, I'm not that prudish."

"Thank you, Darling," Katie kissed Emma on the cheak to say thank you before pulling her trousers on. She sighed as she felt the rough material brush against her soft skin again. Ah well, it was nice while it lasted.
"We never thought for a moment that it would," She grinned, "Once we're inside, we can get to work on this tear."

"Thank you, Darling," Katie kissed Emma on the cheak to say thank you before pulling her trousers on. She sighed as she felt the rough material brush against her soft skin again. Ah well, it was nice while it lasted.
"We never thought for a moment that it would," She grinned, "Once we're inside, we can get to work on this tear."
"All right, just checking," the Professor looked at his watch. "So, let's all get ready and we'll leave in...two hours?"