<div align="center"><strong>Chris Cassidy Getting Out of Isis</strong></div><br/>Chris smiled at the enthusiastic reaction of her slave and the way she immediately chose to kneel in front of her, remembering her place and her role. Chris patted softly on her head and stood up, motioning for Penny to follow her. She led the towards the storage compartment of the plane which contained the mode of transport she used whilst on ground. A small, sleek motorcycle. Chris threw off the sheets placed on it and grinned watching the mean machine. It was maintained in top-notch condition as usual. Pressing the buttons, she opened up the doors at the back of the ship and climbed on the machine, powering it up. She eyed Penny once and smirked. "What are you waiting for? Come and join me." She ordered.