[Remmy and ****]<br/><br/>"... yes, it appears you are only bruised. Good." the tentacles stop their careful feeling of his body and return to merely holding him in place.<br/><br/>There are a couple moments of silence, save only a few chitters muffled by the skin and bone around him, then the alien begins moving.<br/><br/>"We are returning to the hive very soon. Since we must be stealthy, I must ask you to refrain from struggling or crying out for help when we get underway. Is there anything you wish to ask? I'm afraid I will not be able to answer long questions, for we have little time. But once we get to the hive, we will have all the time you desire to talk."<br/><br/>Oh, right... still being kidnapped.<br/><br/>000000000000000<br/><br/>[Marc Dioceo and Miss Phill]<br/><br/>It seemed her whim had paid off... this shop, with it's clay shingles, wooden doors, brick walls, and bright but cheap looking paint... it seemed entirely out of place in the futuristing glass, steel, and concrete of Apollo City. And it was open.<br/><br/>The bell above the shops door jingled as it swung open to reveal a very pretty but severely dressed woman, in black business wear that was worn but skillfully cared for. Her figure was quite amazing, and the suit fit perfectly... but the drab material did not help the woman stand out unless she wished to.<br/><br/>Marc, with all his years of experience, would instantly note how the woman moved. Controlled, poised without seeming effort, quietly yet firmly her heels making little noise.<br/><br/>She wasn't a soldier, the signs weren't there. But she WAS trained, professional... something. She was too slightly intimidating to be a Spy, who preferred to be completely unnoticeable (unless she was a really good spy putting on an act), but...<br/><br/>well, Marc had enough sense to instantly tell that whatever and whoever the woman was... she was dangerous. Still... if someone did know of him, they probably wouldn't have sent someone so obvious to his store if they wanted to try something.