This choice: Do recon on the target's office. • Go Back... The Goddess took the less than sutble apprach as she walked towards the back entrance of the lobby. A single guard stood watch. She struts over.
As if on cue, "Excuse me, miss; I need to see your identification."
"Oh, yes...I think I might have forgotten that in the car."
"I'm sorry but I need that ID ma'am."
"Yes, of course..." she says, turning to walk away but she quickly bum rushes the guard and he smacks against the wall and slides down. The Goddess backs up and rushes again, smashing her massive booty against the toilet guard's head which banged roughly against the cement wall. The Goddess pushed just a little and let out a slow but explosive blast of gas that practically blew out the guards nostrils and he struggled and choked and then, quickly, fell asleep; his body lifeless now.
The Goddess grabs his outfit and throws it on as she enters the building.
She scans as she walks, checking cameras, noting guards. She gets a good layout of the place in about half an hour and no one seemed to realize she wasn't supposed to be there. Stupid toilets, all of them.
Then, she saw him, her toilet target; he strolled in to the giant, glass lobby looking like a million bucks and he was worth that much on paper. Surrounding him, were four guards, each wearing the same outfit the Goddess stole from the other guard.
She followed cautious as the entourage ascended the stairs.
On the second floor, she quickly whistled, catching one of the guard's attention.
"Go ahead sir, I thought I heard something; I'll check it out."
The target nods and continues; the Goddess has to hurry.
The curious toilet guard is getting close to the Goddess' hiding corner; she reaches her hand into the back of her security guard pants and farts a controlled potent blast into her hand. As the toilet comes around the corner, she throws her hand over his face and his eyes immediately go back in his head as the Goddess holds her fart tainted hand, slowing bring the guard to the floor. She quickly pulls down her pants and sits on his face; she rips and Earth shattering fart that practically bursts the toilet's head as he lies lifelessly on the floor. The Goddess looks down at her handiwork for a moment before jogging to catch up with the entourage.
She catches them around the corner on the fifth floor.
"Sorry, just a gas leak." She has to stop herself from laughing.
The target stops and squints at her, "You look different."
"No, sir." She says, putting on her best military impression.
He shrugs it off and they keep moving.
Finally, they arrive in the targets office; he runs to his desk, shuffling through papers rapidly. Outside, two guards wait on the other side of the door. Inside, the Goddess and another guard watch the target. The Goddess is antsy, she wants to make her move but just as she is about to step forward, the target speaks and she retreats momentarily.
"Good, okay; I've got what I needed. I can only bring one of you to the exchange."
The Goddess is quick to the draw; "I'll go sir."
"Fine, let's go...I wonder what's safer, the car or the helicopter."
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