Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

The man said that she was either a school teacher or a cop, and that she wasn't dressing for the territory. She couldn't help but look down at her own clothing, unable to see what he meant. She looked professional, in an old, professional hotel. But then, her world perspective was very different from his. When he asked her who the field agent was in Helena, Montana she relaxed. If he was worried about her being a cop, that meant that he probably wasn't Madras himself. He was too jumpy, too nervous, looking around too much. He was worried, and that made her happy. Jimmy Sanders. He and I have worked together a couple times. She hit her drink hard, gulping it down, and smiling as the man ordered another round. She thought she might need them. He turned the newspaper and opened it up, pointing out the picture and showing her the different people in it. College students, young girls.. it was definitely not hard to figure this out. They were Madras?? No wonder no one could get close to them! They were powerful indeed! She glanced at the addresses he offered, memorizing them immediately, and shook her head. I don't know who you are. I'm not going to ask. But this information could save a lot of girls. I hope you know that. Without another word, she finished off the other sex on the beach and moved back to her hotel room. The beach villa and the yacht offered problems.. It would be difficult to sneak onto them, hard to tell who was around, and generally just far too risky for an undercover operation. Now the Bird Cage on the other hand. That, she might be able to get into. She would have to.. dress down.. but she was willing to do that in this case. It was just too important! Once again, she thought about her sister and wanted to find out what was going on, but the lead was too hot. The chance too good. Back in her room, she stepped out of her clothes, changing for the third time in one day. She was going to make a habit of this if she kept it up! She reached to the bottom of the suitcase and pulled out her racy clothing. Black, sheer pantyhose. A tight, low-cut red skirt that came under her belly button, leaving it exposed as she pulled on her black t-shirt, wearing it without a bra. 4 heels finished the look. She took a moment in the bathroom to sort out her unruly hair and applied her makeup - bright red lips, subtle blush, dark eyeliner and mascara. It was more slutty than anything she had worn in her life, but she reminded herself why she was doing it. She hoped it would let her blend in better, remembering the chiding she had gotten from the man in the booth. Stepping into the bright red 4 heels she had packed, she wavered a moment as she found her balance. She looked at the gun hanging on the chair, then at her outfit. There was absolutely nowhere she could hide her Barretta and expect it not to be noticed. Cursing, she left it where it was and closed her hotel room behind her. It didn't take long for a cab to pick her up, the cabbie's eyes wandering too long in the rear view mirror, and she was on her way to the club as night fell heavily over Miami. If money made the world go 'round, she would take out the money man. He was bound to have information, and she was determined to find it! As the cab pulled up to the crowded, busy night club she stepped out and scanned the environment.