Inside, there was a car waiting with black windows. They opened the back door and invited her inside. "So, Sylvia -I am Lady Erica," The woman seated inside addressed her. She was dressed all in black, latex boots and crop top, revealing her perfectly flat stomach, the muscles rippling, her pretty Goth makeup intoxicating with her jet-black straight hair. "Mr Jeffrey's bag please," she requested and Sylvie handed it over. Erica opened it and looked at some documents inside. "Jeffrey's, I take it -did not inform you of the reason for this particular flight?" she asked. "No ... Um ....he said to deliver the bag only," she carefully responded but somehow knew something's up.
Well, the thing is, Mr Jeffrey's, shall we say, owes my employer a few favors, and it's been arranged that in return, he sent you to own up to that. "What must I do then?" Sylvie asked. "Well, we run an therapeutically experimental facility ... shall we say, where different scenarios and test are undertaken
Dieser Download kann aus rechtlichen Gründen nur mit Rechnungsadresse in A, B, CY, CZ, D, DK, EW, E, FIN, F, GR, H, IRL, I, LT, L, LR, M, NL, PL, P, R, S, SLO, SK ausgeliefert werden.