Anne followed Oni to the cargo desk and out onto the tarmac. The man was good, she’d give him that. She did notice a rather entertaining looking glitch in his stride at one point.<em>”Iffy, what are you up to?”</em><br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">I have just delivered your message to Oni. He will work on creating an off switch for the tank. Oh and I believe you owe me $5,000!</span></span></em><br/><br/>Anne laughed aloud at that, drawing attention from the others. She kept her own council but did give Oni a slap on the back. “Good, was it?”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mona sat, without being asked. She was a fan of the classics and couldn’t resist saying “Looking for someone you are? Found someone, you have, Hmmm?” Then she grinned. “Look, you know, it’s illegal, don’t you? Being gay, I mean. In Trinidad.  This place gets raided regularly by the cops, despite the bribes the owners pay. “ Actually the latter part wasn’t true. The owners paid such a huge bribe that it was never raided. Mona didn’t know this, but she was just spinning a yarn anyway.<br/><br/>“My name’s Mona. What’s yours?”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Iffy smiled softly and moved to sit in Oni’s lap. “We need a means of killing her. I know, it’s a waste, but less of one than the two other women who were killed earlier. However, if you feel like building in a temporary off switch, say something that would render her totally immobile while still conscious, able to breath and think and keep her heart beating but nothing else, that would be a good idea. The Major could then use that as a demonstration.”<br/><br/>Iffy began to grind her crotch against Oni’s. Cybersex in it’s crudest form had of course been around since the beginning of the internet, but for an AI’s avatar to have sex with a human’s... that was something different. That was a direct stimulation of the pleasure centres of the human brain. And something more. It was a virus, a trojan, planted in the human’s implant.<br/><br/>Iffy slowly removed Oni’s clothing, and guided his stiff cock inside her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Oh, one more thing, Major. I have found us a replacement lock specialist. She is currently in the US. I have sent her instructions where and when to meet us, together with a ticket and some up-front expenses money. I believe she will be quite an asset.</span></span></em><br/><br/>Anne raised an eyebrow.<em>”Well done, dear. Please make sure all the cargo is loaded.”</em><br/><br/>“Good news, people, we have a replacement locksmith meeting us on-site.”<br/><br/>She strode up the ramp and onto the blimp, making her way to the pilot’s seat. The man sitting there didn’t stand a chance. The silencer was already on the berretta as Anne put it to his forehead, as he turned, and pulled the trigger. There was a soft PHUP, and the back of his head exploded.<br/><br/>“ONI?” she yelled. “Get in here and clean up this mess... you created it, you clean it!”<br/><br/>As she passed him on her way out to make sure everything was loaded, she murmured “If I wanted a pilot, I would have asked for one!”