Thread: The Monster Bait (ZaraPlay and RedOnesGoFaster)

It wasn't a very far drive for Rochelle to reach to her assigned destination. In many ways, they probably assigned her to this site because of her skills and her proximity. Just like how the Agency didn't give much consideration to people of her position, she didn't really give much consideration on how they planned things. Even given how mysterious or powerful her employers were, she never thought of them to include expendable employees like herself in the grand scheme of plans. Even with the roaring crotch rocket between her legs and the distinctive appearance, she was able to keep a low profile while travelling through the city. There weren't many cars or pedestrians in the middle of the night to really notice her, it was like everyone knew to clear the streets after a certain time from the horrors that roamed at night. Her Harley motorcycle let out a few roaring chugs of its engine as Rochelle rolled into the area, slowing her ride down so that she could get a good sweep of the area. It was a good to scout the area before she dove right in to get a scope of what to expect. It was area was run down and dilapidated, which was to be expected with how this part of the city was going to hell. She didn't even spot any homeless or drunkards in the area, as if it block wouldn't even cater to their kind. If she was paranoid enough, she would have thought that it was probably some monsters in the area that might have gobble them up. While she did meet her share of them, assaulted by them, she would have ten other assignments in between that resulted in nothing but shadows and vermin. She could honestly use an early night, just go home and expect her paycheck in the mail. However, she couldn't do that without giving a good look over the place first. She swung a leg over to the Harley to dismount her crotch rocket, giving perhaps a good upskirt moment to no one who bothered looking. There was the good show of grey panties under her skirt, perhaps one of the few things that weren't made in the same scandalous material as her outfit. If anyone bothered to noticed, there was a noticeable blinking light coming from one of the gizmo techs she stuffed herself with. One could never be too sure and wearing a glorified butt plug was only a small price. Rochelle smoothed down her skirt afterwards, fitting it snugly just past her hips. She drew out a headset with a camera piece and a flashlight, putting it on after a quick sweep of her hair. The bait came armed too, taking out a collapsible baton and slid it in the tight confines of her thigh high boots. With everything in order, she began her venture into the house. Rochelle here, checking site A-31 tonight. She said in her recorded voice-over as she neared the gate. The gate was given a firm shake to test its strength, it didn't seem to budge very much from her demands to her fingerless gloves. There was a small headache to contend with, but not the first wall or fence she had to climb in her line of work. Taking the bars in her hands, she began scaling up with great finesse even despite her outfit of choice. It wasn't long before she reached the top and did a flip down to the ground, landing on her tall heels with flawless execution. She took a sweep of the yard and only saw old vegetation that resided in the crumbling infrastructure. Seeing no danger yet, she proceeded forward carefully to the doors with a slow sway of her hips. Proceeding.