<span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">AMUNET IS IN CAIRO, EGYPT</span></span><br/><br/>Long legs stretched languidly in a claw-foot tub made of Ivory. The movement disturbed masses of lavender scented bubbles that fell off the white rim to their ultimate demise. An elicit moan of ecstasy escaped painted geisha lips as broad and skillful hands massaged deep into pronounced shoulder blades.<br/><br/>“Are you bloody listening to me, Isis?!”<br/><br/>“Your drink my majesty.”<br/><br/>An elegant hand, composed of long fingers manicured to perfection and henna tattoos, reached for a drink resting upon a golden platter. The hand began to swirl a crystal glass of champagne in small circles while green flecked eyes stared – amused -- at a projection of a chubby and rather enraged man. He was and had been screaming at her like a banshee. The little man stood in a large meeting room in England. He was with several other of his business partners whom were trying to ignore the man’s poor comb-over bobbing about just like she was.<br/><br/>“Why of course I am listening George. It’s rather hard not to when you are trying to blow out my eardrums with your loud prattle.”<br/><br/>A cultured and alluring voice answered through George’s speakers as he stared at a projection of ISIS Corps logo. The woman’s voice was laced with amusement as if he was some sort of joke! The Brit puffed out his cheeks, stained red in rage and pointed an accusing finger at the projection holo. “You fucking cunt! Why did you offer the Miles Contract to Blackstone’s Company instead of ours?! I thought we had a deal.”<br/><br/>“Hmmm, did I do that?”<br/><br/>The voice replied lazily making George about explode. His business partners glancing back and forth to one another with more heated than nervous drowned eyes. Everyone was turbulent over such as major blow to their livelihoods and business… but threatening ISIS Corp? It seemed like pure insanity! But George professed that he could handle ‘Isis’ with ease. That it would go 'swimmingly.' With his impassioned promises they had conceded to join him in challenging the large scale leader but now -- now it just seemed fool-hardy!<br/><br/>Only one man in the room, a blonde and handsome gentlemen with an eye-patch over his left blue eye, kept a stoic and unaffected composition during the brunette’s yelling. George Brown, of Brown Industries, waved the blonde over with exaggerated gestures that earned a chuckle through the sound system from CEO ‘Isis’.<br/><br/>“Yes, you bloody well did! My retainer, Alexander here, got the update from one of our undercover blokes in Blackstone’s Company personally! We could go under from this traitorous mishap!” He took the datapad from Alexander and pressed the screen up against his recording monitor. “What do you have to say for yourself?!”<br/><br/>He stood in a dynamic pose as the hushed and dramatic silence filled the room. Soon enough the sound of sloshing water, muted talking and laughter from men and women along the lines of<span style="font-style: italic">‘She didn’t! Oh my, I had soooo much higher expectations for her as a budding actress. Well c'est la vie!’ ‘Should I cancel your appointment with her, my queen?’ ‘No, it could prove to be entertaining.’</span>, and finally a suggestive moan to<span style="font-style: italic">‘go lower’</span>that made men cough uncomfortably in their seats. George flushed with embarrassment at being completely ignored.<br/><br/>“You impudent -- I demand you listen to me when I speak you, you ugly whore! Now explain how you are going to make this up to us before I send someone over there to deal with yo-“<br/><br/>Before he could finished his utterance of a threat the projecting hologram fizzled with a bright light that made him stumble back in surprise. The whole meeting room barely kept their shocked gasps from escaping as a beautiful woman lying in a large bathtub, which seemed of place in a botanical garden filled with exotic birds and a random jaguar dozing to the far left, surrounded by handsome -- barely closed -- male servants appeared in the holo-projection.<br/><br/>But even with all the exotic scenery... she captured all their attention most. The froth of bubbles left little to the imagination about her curves. Her skin a bronze sheen and startling bright eyes stared solemnly from beneath heavy charcoal eye makeup. Hawkish and perfectly symmetrical features were softened by puckered lips -- painted with a black geisha stripe. George swallowed, loosening his necktie as dirty thoughts of wanting to run his hands through the long, wet, midnight hair that the woman had swept back out of her face.<br/><br/>“What did you call me?”<br/><br/>Every man in the room, except Alexander, whom had been shifting aroused in their seats felt their stomachs drop at the frigid and familiar voice of ‘Isis’ of ISIS Corp coming from this young paragon of beauty. George gathered with wits and lifted his chin up, feeling cocky now that he knew what his enemy looked like.<span style="font-style: italic"> ‘A young woman was the CEO of ISIS?! Bah, why was I ever scared of these imbeciles?’ </span><br/><br/>“So the ‘Great Isis’ of ISIS Corp finally reveals herself!”<br/><br/>George Brown hooted and hollered. It was Alexander who answered her while speaking up in a respectful tone; feet carrying him to the back of the office meeting room towards the only exit to begin his orders. “He called you an ‘ugly whore’, Miss Isis.”<br/><br/>With that comment her eyes narrowed like a cats and her drink tasted bitter. The Egyptian carefully set down the crystal champagne glass upon its respectful platter and began conditioning a long section of her hair to tame her infuriated hands. Eyes seemed to be more yellow now than the hazel color that was projected seconds earlier while staring at George with his hands in a pose like Rio’s famous statue. George glanced at Alexander with a haughty smirk. As if he thought the man was trying to help rub the words into her face!<br/><br/>“Exactly that, chap! Now are you going to answer my questions before I do have to resort to violence? But now that I see you -- I think I’d wait to kill you. Loved to get my hands on you first and show myself a good rut….”<br/><br/>No one in the room noticed as Alexander began to chain the doors closed. Their eyes focused solely on the titillating view before them and ears plagued by George’s rants. The once entertained voice of the woman was now reserved in tone.<br/><br/>“Do you know why I’m showing you what I look like, George?”<br/><br/>“Because you are recognizing me as your equal? No. As your bloody better!”<br/><br/>“It’s because you are all going to die George.” She said it without any emotion. Like it was just a simple fact of life. Isis began examining a golden finger nail, holding it out like a hand model, as the Business men felt their stomachs plummet into their asses.<br/><br/>“W-what?” George sputtered sitting down to look glossy eyed at the hologram.<br/><br/>“The reason you didn’t get the contract was because I noticed your little toy soldiers trying to infiltrate my ranks. That’s not too uncommon but one of them actually had the nerve to kill one of my favorite security guards so he could try to fill her position. She made the best panini sandwiches, and had such a beautiful soul...”<br/><br/>The woman gestured for a man to pour a bucket over her hair. The ebony Hercules began to wash her conditioner away while she continued to convey her thoughts. Her very strange and frightening thoughts.<br/><br/>“I had each man torn apart by my pet lions, however I wasn’t satisfied with just that maiming. You had to be punished. The contract was just the first step -- I hadn’t quite decided if I was going to kill you all yet.”<br/><br/>She spoke the next words in an eerie sing-song. “Then you dared call me ugly whore~ My you are such a bore~ Soon your decrepit bodies will wash ashore! Hahahaha”<br/><br/>She stood from the bath tub with a deep throaty laugh that made you shiver in both good and bad ways. Her body nude and enrapturing. Her servants wrapping her in the softest clothes as she approached her recording drone. “At least your last sight was a thing of beauty.” George attempted to swallow the dry lump in his throat.<br/><br/>“Y-you can’t do anything to us here, little girl.”<br/><br/>That’s when she snapped at them. The years of life and power in her words made George feel like retching and cowering under this woman’s predator gaze. “FOOL! I have lived many lifes and you are but an insect. A little buzzing insect – well within the reach of my swatter.” She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes to calm herself. When they opened she wore a serene smile and waved like she was saying farewell to a long time friend.<br/><br/>“Goodbye George. Alexander -- I leave this to you, my lovely. See you home soon. Ciao!” She spoke cheerily.<br/><br/>“Yes, my pharaoh. I will arrive back in Cairo after this business is finished.” Alexander said bowing from the back of the room. Large guns in either of his scarred hands; bearing the insignia of ISIS Corp. George looked back lifting his hands up as if that would shield him from the oncoming attack.<br/><br/>“W-wait! AAAAGGGGHHH!”<br/><br/>Her hand waved the projection off just as the sound of machine-fire and the screams of the damned filled her bathing oasis. A smile painted her lips as hips swayed to a song she hummed enthusiastically. “Well that was refreshing.” She chuckled settling down in front of a vanity a few minutes later. A cup of tea and a datapad in hand. Multiple robotic beauticians stood ready to do her new look for the next few hours; They were a gift from Ninkyō Dantai Worldwide.<br/><br/>A shadowy figure glimmered in the corner of her mirror’s reflection. A heavily accented Japanese man’s voice spoke with urgency. “My Lady Amunet, I have come with your daily news update.”<br/><br/>“Speak freely Saizō.”<br/><br/>The shadow shimmered and the man’s attractive voice responded respectively. “First, the Fox successfully killed off that Target you hired them for last month.”<br/><br/>“Good.”<br/><br/>“Also, the Huntsman has been snooping throughout the lower level of the headquarters. What do you wish of me to do?” She clucked her tongue in thought while multi-tasked in reading a particularly interesting piece about Africa and an email from Roberts Lehman inviting her to a party to discuss his latest treaty in oil.<br/><br/>“Just continue to monitor his actions and tell me if anything interesting pops up. You may go now Saizō.” She waved the shadow off and furrowed her brow while her hair was brushed glossy. “Hmm, what to do… what to do… I think I’ll check out this little stunt with Kindred and TMZ. They weren’t very nice to bring such chaos to my door step.”