Jennifer let go of the blade and charged into the next group. Without the sword it took much more work. On the other hand the enemies were not prepare... to fight her. Attacking them with brutal violence she used their confusion to break kneecaps, stabbing her fingers into eyes, groin or throat and tricking them to fire at each other.She got hold of an automatic rifle and even though it was an unfamiliar weapon the demon did not care. Eons of fighting gave instincts that more than made up for the. "She descended the ladder and donned her heels again, looking lovelierthan ever. She was obviously glad to have her dainty feet back on terrafirma."What else does he want us to do, besides picking up the litter?" sheasked.I told her."No," she said. "I won't do it." Yes, you will." No, I won't," Mona insisted, "not even if it costs me my job." It might," I warned her. "Mr. Moore's parked somewhere nearby, and he'swatching us."She gave me a look that suggested I'd gone insane. "What?"I repeated. “I want you to go in there and change into this.” He pulled a paper bag out of the backpack and handed it to her. “And once you get changed write what you are on the bag and put it over your head then come out, kneel and wait for me to come get you.” “Anything you want Sir.” She wanted so badly to know what was in that bag, but she knew he was watching her. So she almost ran to the bathroom. Once she got inside she opened the bag to find a pair of crotchless panties and a tight fitting white. You could probably remember more clearly if this room wasn't so fucking bright; it's making your head spin. You give your eyes another rub before swallowing and opening up your orientation guide.Oh fuck. If your head wasn't spinning before, it sure as hell was now. You told these people you had years of experience horseback riding? That you were deeply versed in all manner of period knowledge? That....that you won the fucking silver medal in fencing?! You moan, letting your forehead drop.