Scootal00_Type-R - In Need of Nothing New (unfinished)

>Manehattan
>You are steadily crawling up the side of one of high rises in the city in the moonlight of midnight.
>1/4 crescent moon out tonight.
>You turn you head to take in the view of the still active city.
>Beautiful. You could sit up here all day.
>Your earpiece buzzes the voice of your comrade.
>�In position Agent 510?�
>You click down on your ear and respond
�I'm ready, darling. The target is in view."
>"OK, breaching in three, two.... "
>You place your hand on the window pane and focus.
>Behind the glass, sitting behind her desk with her back to you is the target.
>"Go!"
>You phase through the window as your comrade blows the door to the office off and point a pistol at the target.
>The target suddenly attempts to reach for something. Due to years of working in the field, your best guess is that she's reaching for her pdw.
"Now, now. I'd suggest that you stop right in your tracks. You're surrounded, love."
>You put the tip of the silencer on your Walther PPX to the back of her head.
"Pommel, secure her. I'll radio the pickup."
>She pulls a spindle of thread from her belt and prepares to tie down the target.
>"Are you gonna sew me a sweater, sweetie?" The target chortles.
>Coco Pommel responds with a swift kick, knocking her out.
>The soft crunch made you wince slightly.
>With a click of the ear piece, you are instantly hooked to the pick up's radio.
"Eagle, this is Talon."
>"Roger, Agent 510. Is the package ready?"

"Yes, and I assure you that it won't be much of a struggle this time."
>Roger...arriving at 5...4....
>You take the target by the collar and plant a hand on the window pane you entered.
>"2...1...."
>You toss the limp body with as much force possible through the window.
>You watch the target ragdoll as she falls.
>Suddenly a neon white streak zips into view and hits the target. It doesn't waver from it's course.
>"This is Eagle. I just recieved the feed and now proceeding to the nest."
"Copy that. Enjoy the trip home, Eagle."
>"Roger, proceed to exfil as planned."
>"Another job done. Wanna head down the fast way?" Coco Pommel asks with a sheepish tone.
"I suppose we are going to speed rappel down, now are we Darling?"
>She nods, her baby blue hair dancing in the light of the night.
"Looks like you are finally getting adjusted to working in the field, Miss Pommel. Let's go."

>The two of you are making you way down the tower when an orange streak and lime green streak of light dance in the sky and speed off towards Eagles direction.
>From the looks of it, they are moving about 50% faster than her, mostly due to the fact that she's carrying an unconscious person.
>"You saw that?" Coco asks you, aware of the possibilities.
>You watch the streaks zoom eastward.
"Yes, I have. Let's move."
>The two of you begin to "sprint" down the building, occasionally cracking the windows below your feet.
>You're sure that the maintenance crew can handle it.

>Coco Pommel reaches the ground first and takes off her harness. She takes what appears to be a fishing reel from her belt and then hooks her line to it.
>With a 'CLICK' the reel zips about 500 feet of string around itself.
>When you hit the pavement, you proceed to radio Eagle.
*bzt* "Eagle, be aware, you may have two boagies heading your way. You have approximately 15 minutes before they reach you."
>*beep* "Copy, dropping altitude into the tree cover."
>A black Maybach 62 S Zeppelin pulls up across the street.
"It appears our ride is here, Miss Pommel."
>Your earpiece rings and you answer it quickly.
"Yeeeessss?~"
>"As you can clearly see, Madame Rarity, I have arrived."
"Ah yes, is the champagne ready too?"
>"Yes, ma'am. Now would you please hurry and hop in? We are drawing quite the attention from locals with our vehicle of choice."
"Why yes, Anonymous, I will. The last time we put on a show for the locals, HQ wished to feed me to the Changlings."

>You climb into the back of land yacht with Coco in tow.
>"May I ask which station you wish to listen to, Miss Rarity?"
"The same as always Anonymous."
>Anon reaches over and turns on the radio.
>This song transitions on after the usual radio show beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtlSzztyUVo
>You casually pour you a glass of champagne as you feel the car lurch forward.
>"Um...Miss Rarity?"
"Yes Coco?"

>"Why does someone like you, who carries themselves with such a high standard and speaks with high class, listen to a station such as this?"
>You take a sip and giggle at Coco's question.
"Why not, Miss Pommel? Mr. Khaled's beats are amazing and this song just so happens to represent me. Uhh...as the teenagers nowadays say: I'm a real nigga."
>Coco Pommel's jaw drops as her ears ring with the word "nigga."
>The sight makes you giggle once more.
"Oh please, Miss Pommel. Here...."
>You fill another glass full of champagne.
"Relax...Cheers to another job well done."
>You raise your glass and take another sip.
'Now. To see how Eagle is performing at this point."
>You reach for the remote and turn on the TV.