You walk out of the precinct room with a cup of coffee, grumbling quietly. "Stupid Monica, stupid Monica." It was the aftermath of her umpteenth attempt to get you fired, and though you were left off without a scratch, you were still sulking at how she was able to make sure the evidence, which was successfully revealed to be fabricated, (thanks to your secret organization) wasn't traced back to her. So now it was your turn.
You happen to pass a holding room where they have thief Natalie Hurst in custody. You snort as you remember that Monica was tasked with guarding Hurst. "She's probably preparing some 'acceptance for promotion' speech or something." The thought of Monica getting promoted made you nervous, because if she got promoted, then she'd have easier means to run you off the force. Your scientist ally might have some influence if that happened, but you doubt he's be able to do much with you gone. "She might even have him committed." You shudder.
Eventually, you are sent to go relieve Monica. You enter the room...
...and are shocked to find Monica seated on the chair, her hands handcuffed behind her back and the chair, a cleave gag in her mouth, and stripped down to her bra and underwear. "What the hell happened?" You demand.
She glares at you and splutters into her gag, "Whaddya tink?!" When you snort in disbelief, she growls, "Comm on."
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