Fanya knelt down in front of Annie and smiled warmly, her breasts covered by her knees as she squat in front of her, her thigh muscles toned and rippling as she kept perfect balance in her position,  she reached up and caressed Annie's cheek softly,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Oh Annie, I didn't mean to come off flippant. I just enjoy talking to you too much. And I wouldn't want you to leave so soon...</span>" her finger dropped off her chin as she stood up and turned back to the ER window, her perfectly lifted and tight butt nearly right in Annie's face.  Annie noted that it smelled like lilacs before they were mostly wiped off the face of the earth, now only grown in labs. In fact, come to think of it, butt in face or no, she always seemed to smell like lilacs... not of paint at all.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">To be honest, we are all here because I wanted to wait for our little girl come super heroine to survive her injuries. And all of you here gave me the chance to explain myself and offer you all a chance to voice your questions, for me to answer them so all of you can know<i> why I am</i> here.</span>" her face was turned so no one could see the worried expression she carried as she said the brave words. She turned back to the group with a naughty smile and a finger raised in a statement.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Which reminds me of a point I forgot to mention. I made arrangements for you all to each have your own suite here for a night, on mwah.</span>" She put her hand to her collarbone indicating herself as she spun around laughing at her own sillyness. "<span style="color: purple">I want you all to enjoy yourselves here, you will find spending money in your rooms as well, enjoy the town and it will give you time to consider my proposal that I will share with you once all your questions are done for the night.</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I will also be in my office all night should any of you...</span>"  her eyes flittered to just about everyone in the room... even D. "<span style="color: purple">should have any.. lingering...</span>" her hand casually ran down her ribs.."<span style="color: purple">questions...</span>" her eyes smiled, and her mouth curled into a devious grin as she laughed lightly at that last comment.<br/><br/>At this time is when Duos pelted and approached her with his battery of questions, like cannon shots into her heart, she stepped forward with each step that Duos stepped to her and finally, with his last question "WHO AM I?!" the cool barrel of the rifle was against her breast.<br/><br/>Fanya wrapped her fingers around the barrel, seductively caressing the length of it, her hand reaching the base of the flash suppressor and then stroking back up to the tip, she moved the barrel to the side, just slightly, letting the cool metal touch the side of her somewhat taut nipple. As her nipple instantly grew tight and hard she looked down at the barrel she held against it and at her rising nub of flesh, a deviant smile rising to her face she looked up at Duos finally.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">You can shoot me full of holes, dear, it won't change the fact that I am trying to answer those very questions you hold so dear to your heart right now."</span>Fanya held the barrel in place, her other nipple becoming just as taut as she spoke...<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I'm not sure exactly what you are, dear... you have the tell tale signs of a ghoul but you are more than that. I don't know why this was done to you, but I want to find out, with you help perhaps?</span>" she licked her lips at the thought of a bullet piercing her skin.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">The augments are what allowed us to track you. The documents that we recovered indicated that you were some sort of experiment with tracking and control frequencies and such. Experiment for what? We don't know yet but given how well you handled yourself out there... Super-Soldier? Super-Assassin? Those are possibilities only.</span>" her heart pounded at the power this one was projecting at her...<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">The NCR? New California Republic... one of those groups that did survive the great war, banding together to try to restore some semblance of order, but for all the wrong reasons. <i>They</i> didn't do this to you, <i>they</i> don't have this kind of imagination and creativity.</span>" Those words were filled with vitriol.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">No idea why your doc wanted to sell you for parts. Probably an idiot who didn't know what he landed upon? At least, I know what I landed upon.</span>" She let go of the barrel and stared directly into Duos' eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>