((I got a job!  Yay!))<br/><br/>@Stella: "Wait, wait no!" She yelps and slides in with ease, her body full and the curves easy to navigate.  She tosses her hair back as she snaps her face back to look at you, and all the toughness washes away, replaced with panic.  This was perfectly legal, and that was the scariest part; no one was going to save her.  Her toned abdomen follows her broad hips as she goes down, protruding from your throat and stomach now.  Throwing her hands down to shove herself out, her struggles are way too weak in comparison now, even with the adrenaline surge, and soon her arms are pinned and useless.  "Great..." She narrows her eyes and smirks in resignation.  "You really are that good... out of..."  *Grunts, twisting.*  "My pay grade."<br/><br/>@Onyx: The professor swallows and looks away slowly from Baron, recalling an unpleasant afternoon sick at the University canteen.  A faint glow emits further down after delving in, orange... warm.  A bit further on, there's a lift, stopped a few yards from a precipice, a dead end. Beyond, the orange glow seemed to continue on forever downward, into a fog that grew gradually opaque.  A generator sat silently beside the pulley and steel cables.<br/><br/>@Santi:  "We're safe." Sam smiles.  "I don't blame or care, Santi, it was actually good quick thinking.  I think Tim's... sorry." He snorts.  "I shouldn't laugh, it got us out of a bind.  We should move camp, I think.  He didn't ID us, but we don't know if he'll be back or not." Sam is keeping eye contact, but Tim throws a sheet around you.  "Let's hop in the car." Sam takes a breath, sighing with relief.  "We'll get you a clean set of robes, huh?  Or maybe another suit like you had before, if you like." He laughs now.  "I can't believe we got out of that by grossing a cop out, holy shit.  Good work, you two."