>>649407
>Maybe follow up on Bradford's warning about Elizabeth.

>>649407
>Maybe follow up on Bradford's warning about Elizabeth.

>>649407
>>Maybe follow up on Bradford's warning about Elizabeth.

>>649407
>Head back to the hotel and see what our crew is up to.

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>>649407
>>Maybe follow up on Bradford's warning about Elizabeth.

Time for some snooping!

>>649407
>Track down Carly and make sure she actually did retrieve Scott and Artya.

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>>649436
snel

>>649407
>Track down Carly and make sure she actually did retrieve Scott and Artya.
What warning again?

>>649407
>>Track down Carly and make sure she actually did retrieve Scott and Artya.

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>>649407
>>Track down Carly and make sure she actually did retrieve Scott and Artya.

>>649449
Snail

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>>649407
>Maybe follow up on Bradford's warning about Elizabeth.

>>649449
We still have time to switch out of our beachwear or switch to something lewd

>>649407
>>Maybe follow up on Bradford's warning about Elizabeth.

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>>649489
Wouldn't mind something cute and frilly, or something modest, either.

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>>649407
Hmmm, well, you were a bit intrigued by Bradford's report that Elizabeth was apparently skulking around. What could she possibly be doing here? Was she on some assignment from her superiors of Frolaytia? Was she spying on you? Did she just feel left out? You never really knew with spies.

However, that left the question of how to actually FIND her. This was a big planet, and even if her area of operation was narrowed to an island, the islands here were still pretty damn big...

>You know Elizabeth's weakness! Screen the waitstaff!
>She's probably shacked up at one of the most expensive rooms in the hotel.
>Check the guest registration to see if she arrived through there.
>Other

>>649744
>>You know Elizabeth's weakness! Screen the waitstaff!

I mean hey, we understand great taste.

>>649744
>>You know Elizabeth's weakness! Screen the waitstaff!

>>649744
>>You know Elizabeth's weakness! Screen the waitstaff!

>>649744
>You know Elizabeth's weakness! Screen the waitstaff!

>>649744
>>Check the guest registration to see if she arrived through there.
Easiest way

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>>649744
>Check the guest registration to see if she arrived through there.

>>649744
>>You know Elizabeth's weakness! Screen the waitstaff!

Can't resist the maids.

I'm thinking the crystals we collected grow through salt water and emotions.

>>649744
>You know Elizabeth's weakness! Screen the waitstaff!

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>>649762
So in other words, they just need salt, whether it be physical or emotional?

>>649744
>>You know Elizabeth's weakness! Screen the waitstaff!

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>>649744
"Hey, Tank." You speak up as you look at the slowly darkening skies. "Let's say that Elizabeth is doing her sneaking around for whatever reasons she wants. You think she'd be hiding among the waitstaff?"

Tank shrugs. Sounds likely, given her... interests.

"Maybe we should head back to the hotel and check them out?" You suggest.

Tank shrugs again. It's your call, after all.

"All right! Let's go!"

Tank nods and throttles up the yacht as it makes a beeline straight back to the hotel, now a shining beacon on the horizon.

>Maybe you should enlist the help of your crew?
>You and Tank can handle this yourselves.
>Other

>>649859
>>You and Tank can handle this yourselves.

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>>649859
>>Maybe you should enlist the help of your crew?
Let's get everyone to dress up.

>>649859
>You and Tank can handle this yourselves.

Let them enjoy their time off.

>>649859
>>You and Tank can handle this yourselves.

>>649859
You and Tank can handle this yourselves.

Hiya Merc! How's your campaign going?

And on a scale of 1-10, how lewd was the happenings inside the cave last thread?

>>649859
>>You and Tank can handle this yourselves.
"Tank, what your opinion of Butler outfit?'

>>649945
Now we just need a tiny bowtie for him!

>>649859
>You and Tank can handle this yourselves.

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>>649929
>Hiya Merc! How's your campaign going?

Oh, it's been going fine. Mucking around Europe and LIBERATING everything we see!

>And on a scale of 1-10, how lewd was the happenings inside the cave last thread?

As lewd as you want it to be, baby.

>>649999
How old is Tank?

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>>649859
Nah, you're pretty sure you and Tank can handle this on your own. No need to bother the rest of the crew on their own vacation about it. By this point, the yacht has finally returned the marina just as the sun begins to go down. Already, you can see the lights of the beach city as well as more than a few impromptu bonfires lighting up the darkness, beachgoers huddling around the fires for warmth and company.

However, you and Tank make a beeline straight for the hotel. Now, there were two ways you figure this could be handled. You could just stake out the staff entrance, since all of the hotel staff would have to pass through there at some point, so all you'd have to do is wait.

Or... you could infiltrate the hotel staff yourself. You certainly had the security clearance for it so...

>Stake out the entrance.
>Infiltrate the staff.
>Other

>>650019
>>Infiltrate the staff.

>>650019
>Infiltrate the staff.

So what are their uniforms like?

>>650019
>Infiltrate the staff.
Sam is a genetically engineered super espionage soldier, so it shouldn't be too hard.

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>>650019
>>Infiltrate the staff.

>>650032
Also a space cop, and may or may not be psionic.

>>650019
>>Infiltrate the staff.

>>650019
>Infiltrate the staff.

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>>650032
Though that raises the question of why Sam's a supersoldier and Carly isn't. Maybe Carly got all the recessive genes and Sam has all the dominant ones

>>650019
>>Infiltrate the staff.
Can we reprogram the nanomachines to form something other than a swimsuit?

>>650131
There's always that unmentioned stuff she learned at the academy, or the deniably plausible existence of psychics.

>>650132
I think we can, but we only really have enough materials to make a bikini.

>>650019
>Stake out the entrance.

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>>650019
Well, you guess you can always infiltrate the hotel staff. You were apparently pretty good at undercover ops even though you never really chosen to specialize in that field.

First, you put on a jacket and have the nanites reconfigure the lower portion of your swimsuit into a skirt to be a bit more modest. Then, you approach the front desk and flash your security clearance to the clerk.

"Official Accord business. I need to disguise myself as one of your staff." You explain, trying to sound as dead serious as possible.

"Of course, ma'am." The clerk nods without hesitation. "If you would follow me..."

You and Tank follow the clerk into the back area of the hotel, which was a series of sprawling and narrow hallways. Despite this, the clerk is able to navigate them with ease.

"Now, we do have several distinct, er, divisions of staff." The clerk explains. "We have food service, cleaning service, and ah... personal service for VIPs. Which would you like to pose as?"

Hmmm, which role was Elizabeth most likely to assume...?

>Food service.
>Cleaning
>"Personal" Service
>Other

>>650148
Dude. It's a beach hotel. All we really need is more skin and lace and we should be able to pose as a waitress. That, or we can steal an apron and focus all assets topside.

>>650165
>>Cleaning
You'd be surprised how much information you can find in people's garbage.

>>650165
>Cleaning

>>650165
>Cleaning

>>650165
>>Cleaning
We finally have an opportunity to use the "Taking out the trash" one-liner!

>>650165
>>Cleaning

>>650165
>>Cleaning

>>650165
>Cleaning

>>650165
>Cleaning

>>650165
>>"Personal" Service

>>650165
>>"Personal" Service
LETS GET LEWD

>>650165
>Cleaning

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>>650165
"How about cleaning?" You ask. It was an innocuous enough role that nobody would pay attention to it, but at the same time afforded quite a lot of access to the personal effects of potential targets.

"Understood." The clerk hurries you into a nearby changing room. Inside, you could see rows upon rows of cleaning maid uniforms. They weren't nearly as cute and frilly as the ones you've seen other female staff wearing, most likely since cleaning staff needed more practical clothing to do their jobs. Long sleeves and a low skirt line allowed freedom of movement as well as protection from the various messes guests could leave behind.

It wasn't glamorous, but it was something.

You also notice Tank silently watching as you change.

>Tease him!
>Stay on task.
>Other

>>650296
>Stay on task.

>>650296
>>Stay on task.
Not frilly enough to tease him with anyway.

>>650296
>>Tease him!

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>>650296
>>Tease him!
"Be thankful that we're not a showgirl."

>>650296
>>Stay on task.

>>650296
>Tease him!

>>650296
>>Stay on task.

>>650296
>Stay on task.

>>650296
>>Tease him!

>>650296
>>Tease him!

>>650296
>Stay on task.

>>650296
>>Tease him!

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>>650296
You decide to stay on task, remembering why you were doing all of this.

"Can you track the cleaning staff in the hotel?" You ask the clerk.

"Of course." The clerk nods as he brings up a nearby datapad, which displays a holographic map of the hotel. "Since it's evening most of of the cleaning staff are not on duty, but there are a few cleaning out recently vacated rooms or answering cleanup calls."

You look at the map as you watch the dots moving around. There's barely half a dozen, which would make things simple. Most of them were lurking about in either the basement levels, the VIP lounges, and the floor you and your crew's suites were located...

>Check the basement
>Check your rooms.
>Check the VIP level.
>Other

>>650419
>Check the VIP level.

>>650419
>>Check the VIP level.
Maybe one of the VIP guest is Person Of Interest, thats why she coming down here.

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>>650419
>>Check the VIP level.
Last thing we need is to be spotted in this get up by our own crew.

>>650419
>Check the basement

>>650419
>>Check the VIP level.

>>650434
>pic

"Private Service" uniforms

>>650419
>>Check the basement

>>650419
Check the VIP level.

>inb4 we walk in on 'private business' accidentally

>>650419
>Check the VIP level.

>>650419
>Check the VIP level.

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>>650419
"We'll go check out the VIP level." You say.

"Ah, then here's the clearance card for that level." The clerk hands you a keycard. "Though I must advise that your... subordinate is best suited to stay down here. We still have an image to maintain, after all."

"I understand." You nod. Even in his scuba armor, Tank still stood out like a sore thumb. Well, at least he could remain as backup.

"Just... don't cause too much of a commotion, please." The clerk pleads. "The VIP level is reserved for the highest levels of Accord military, political and economic membership. We don't want to create an incident."

"I'll use discretion." You assure him as you head for the elevator.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>650558
SNEAKY SNEAKS

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>650558
"Are we interrupting anything?"

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>>650558

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>>650558

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>>650562
>>650564
>>650568
Well, it could've been a lot worse.

Time to be mistaken for private service :P
Though this is shamefur dispray. Isn't Sam supposed to a professional psychic assassin?

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>>650620
She seems to be good at actual sneaking, not so much at being inconspicuous

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>>650633
>>650620
And considering some of the outfits she has to wear?

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>>650638
The Accord is run behind the scenes by corporate funding. They really don't do inconspicuous.

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>>650558
You manage to enter the VIP level without much difficulty. The doors slide open soundlessly and you're immediately met with a very warm lounge. Velvet chairs and fur carpets, genuine wood furniture and wall paneling. Hell, there was even a fully stocked and manned wet bar while off to the side was a massive window opening up to the endless seas outside.

Everywhere, you could see dozens of the Accord's highest class elite, dressed in all a manner of exotic fashions as they dined, drank, and did whatever fabulously wealthy people did in their free time.

"Captain Wellings...?" You hear a voice. A very FAMILIAR voice.

You freeze and turn slowly to see Frolaytia. YOUR SUPERIOR OFFICER, sitting at a table with what appears to be a far older gentleman. She's wearing a bright red cocktail dress, too. The way she narrows her eyes and stares at you, she hasn't immediately recognized you, but she suspects...

OH SHIT YOU WEREN'T PREPARED FOR THIS.

>BLUFF
>CONCEDE
>EMERGENCY ESCAPE
>Other

>>650676
>>BLUFF
"C-can't a girl moonlight with a second job?"

>>650676
>>BLUFF

>>650676
>BLUFF

>>650676
>>BLUFF

>>650676
>>BLUFF
My buddy's the head of security. I owe her a favor... and lost a drinking game with her... and she has enough academy memories to completely ruin my career for the forseeable future...

>>650676
>BLUFF

Uhh...we're a clone of her because some rich people like certain likenesses?

>>650676
>EMERGENCY ESCAPE

>>650676
>>BLUFF
PREPARE FOR ROLL.

>>650676
>BLUFF
>>650712
Fucking this.

>>650676
>>BLUFF

>>650712
>>650692
>>650732
You realize that that's more concede than bluff yes?

>>650676
>CONCEDE

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>>650676
You only had one option. BLUFF. You couldn't be caught sneaking in somewhere you shouldn't by your own CO!

>Roll 1d20

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>>650765
>1
well then

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>650765

Here's a TANK for good luck!

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>>650765
If you say so.

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>>650765

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>>650771

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>>650765

SO odds on the boss lady being drunk off her tits?

>>650765
>1

I don't think we need a bluff if she's this possibly drunk.

>>650765
Frolaytia, Frolaytia stop, Just stop while you can....

>>650765
Not sure if Elizabeth will be impressed at our infiltration "skills" or just facepalm.

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>>650801
She don't seem so drunk, meaning either Sam is a master liar, or she's really REALLY gullible. Or maybe she's on vacation too and doesn't give a damn

>>650797
>>650801
>>650807
>>650815

Well, there's always the 'conspiracy' that Sam's supposed mind powers are unconsciously activating at unpredictable times.

>>650819
Hopefully she's just drunk enough to give us info.

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>>650765
"My apologies, but I think you may have me confused with somebody else." You put on your best PR smile as you grab the hem of your skirt and do a little curtsy. "But if you require any services..."

"N-no, it's all right." Frolaytia shakes her head. "You just reminded me of somebody, that's all."

Whew, you dodged a bullet there. You quickly make your escape, shuffling off as quickly as possible. Whether Frolaytia genuinely didn't recognize your or didn't care, you weren't too sure, but you weren't about to stick around to find out.

Thankfully, as you shuffle away, you catch sight of another cleaner maid just rounding the corner into the main access to the VIP suites. A maid who happened to resemble Elizabeth...

>Confront her.
>Follow her and see what she's up to.
>Other

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>650908
>Follow her and see what she's up to.

>>650908
>>Follow her and see what she's up to.

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>>650908
>>Follow her and see what she's up to.

I'm assuming she's going to drop off a container, or something for someone to pick up later.

>>650908
>>Follow her and see what she's up to.

>>650908
>>Follow her and see what she's up to.
If she doing her 'assignment', then see if we need to intervene.
If she just satisfy her fetish... RECORD IT.

>>650908
>Follow her and see what she's up to.

>>650908
>Confront her.

>>650908
>>Follow her and see what she's up to.

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>>650908
Follow her and see what she's up to.

>>650908
>>Follow her and see what she's up to.

>>650908
>Follow her and see what she's up to.

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>>650908
>>Follow her and see what she's up to.

Sam is the best bluffer.

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>>650991
Goddamn Mudhen you're fast

>>650991
Great job, Mudhen!

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>>650991
Mudhen goddamnit, You utter madman! How can you be so fast and good at the same time!?

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>>650908
All right! It was the perfect opportunity to see what Elizabeth was up to! A part of you had always wanted to outspy the spy, and this was the perfect opportunity! You get you cleaning cart and try to follow Elizabeth as casually as possible, doing everything in your power not to attract her attention. After all, she was trained for this kind of thing.

>Roll 1d20

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>>651052

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>>650991
Goddamn, Mudhen.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>651052
HERE COMES THE PSI

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>>651052

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>>651052

>>651055
It passed at least.

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>>651052
You continue to tail Elizabeth, who still seems completely unaware of your presence as she moves through the halls. You still follow from a safe distance until Elizabeth finally makes a stop in front of one of the suites. You stop at the corner and peek around, silently observing Elizabeth as she knocks on the door. When nobody answers, she pulls a keycard out of her pocket, slides it through the lock, and the door quietly swings open. Elizabeth then casually walks inside. You quickly and silently dash over and catch the door before it fully closes, sneaking and closing it with a quiet click.

>Continue to attempt to observe Elizabeth.
>Confront her now that you've got some privacy.
>Other

>>651082
>Continue to attempt to observe Elizabeth.

>>651082
>>Continue to attempt to observe Elizabeth.
She'll never even know we were here...

>>651082
>>Continue to attempt to observe Elizabeth.

>>651082
>>Continue to attempt to observe Elizabeth.
Lets not be hasty.

Maybe a good time to contact our crew in case we need 'forced extraction'.

>>651082

>Continue to attempt to observe Elizabeth.

>>651082
>>Continue to attempt to observe Elizabeth.

>>651082
>>Continue to attempt to observe Elizabeth.

>>651082
>>Continue to attempt to observe Elizabeth.

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>>651082
>>Continue to attempt to observe Elizabeth.

>>650997
>>651006
>>651010
Thanks!

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>>651138
How the hell are you so fast?!

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>>651138
You're insane Mudhen!

>>651138
Damn, that's fast.

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>>651082
You continue to silently tail Elizabeth as she carefully shuffles off to the main bedroom. Was she digging through belongings? Planting bugs? There was only one way to find out...

>Roll 1d20

>>651082
>Continue to attempt to observe Elizabeth.

Pretty sure she knows already though :P

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>651166
SOLID SNAKE

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>>651166

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>>651166

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>>651166

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>>651166

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>>651166

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>>651171
Okay, I'm starting to believe that Sam was designed to be a sneaky assassin type of supersoldier.

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>>651166
>>651180
That was close!

>>651148
Speed. Quality. Quantity. Pick 2, haha.

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>>651198
At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if Nat decided to 'thoroughly' examine Sam for abnormalities.

>>651223
seems like you picked all three, seriously these are pretty great for being quick sketches.

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>>651166
You stop at the door and peek in, where you see Elizabeth casually humming to herself as she carefully plants several small cameras, bugs, and surveillance drones all over the room, all under the guise of a maid cleaning up. So she certainly was here to spy on somebody. Thankfully, it didn't appear to be you or your crew, but the fact that it was happening in the same hotel was just a bit too much of a coincidence.

Elizabeth still doesn't seem to have noticed you as she moves off into the absurdly large marble bathroom connected to the bedroom.

>Let Elizabeth do her thing.
>Let Elizabeth know she's getting pretty lax.
>Other

>>651283
>Let Elizabeth know she's getting pretty lax.

>>651283
>>Let Elizabeth know she's getting pretty lax.

Considering that Bradford noticed.

>>651283
>>Let Elizabeth know she's getting pretty lax.

>>651283
>>Let Elizabeth do her thing.
Well, let her doing her thing. We can always say she getting lax after we meet her after this.

>>651283
>>Let Elizabeth do her thing.
>Go tease Tank with maid outfit.

>>651283
>Let Elizabeth know she's getting pretty lax.

>>651283
>>Let Elizabeth do her thing.
We can always mention this incident later when she completes her mission and comes back to the ship, huehuehue...

But really though, I just don't want to interrupt an agent, who may or may not have reflexes to shoot the person interrupting her.

>>651283
>Let Elizabeth know she's getting pretty lax.

>>651283
Woops wrong vote:>>651293
Switching to:

>Let Elizabeth do her thing.

>>651283
>Let Elizabeth do her thing.

>>651283
>Let Elizabeth know she's getting pretty lax.
walk up and pinch her rear.

>>651283
>>Let Elizabeth know she's getting pretty lax.

>>651283
>Let Elizabeth know she's getting pretty lax.

>>651270
You're too kind!

>>651283
>Let Elizabeth know she's getting pretty lax.

>>651283
>>Let Elizabeth do her thing.

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>>651283
With a devious grin, you silently talk up behind Elizabeth and pat her on the shoulder.

Her surprised shriek is sharp and satisfying and you burst out laughing as the spy practically leaps so high in the air you could swear she almost hit her head on the ceiling.

"You're getting pretty lax, Elizabeth!" You manage to gasp between laughs. "If someone like me can sneak up on you!"

"Geez, that's not funny, Captain." Elizabeth coughs as she tries to regain her composure. Something that was hard to do in a maid uniform. "I could've killed you, you know!"

"But you didn't." You point out. "So what the hell are you up to, anyways? You're definitely trying to spy on whoever is living in here."

"That's information on a need to know basis." Elizabeth huffs.

>Come oooooon, we're friends, right?
>Hey, you still owe me, you know.
>Fine, I won't pry.
>Other

>>651373
>>Come oooooon, we're friends, right?

>>651373
>Come oooooon, we're friends, right?

>>651373
>>Come oooooon, we're friends, right?

>>651373
>>Come oooooon, we're friends, right?
>Other
"Well, maybe you WILL talk to me after we got to safety"

>>651373
>>Come oooooon, we're friends, right?

>>651373
>>Fine, I won't pry.

>>651373
>Come oooooon, we're friends, right?

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>>651373
"Come ooooon, we're friends, right?" You give Elizabeth a big stupid grin as you pat her on the shoulder. "There's no harm in telling me!"

"Any good spy would know to keep their private and professional matters distinct." Elizabeth sidesteps your request.

Hm, this could get complicated...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>651470

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>651470

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>651470
Mind Powers GO!

>>651472
I wonder how Sam got her to talk?

>>651484
Kissu

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>>651487
Too lewd!

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>>651470
"Pleeeeaaaaase?" You plead to Elizabeth, your eyes growing wide and watery to appeal to her sense of guilt.

Elizabeth does her best to to resist your charms, but not even she can resist your wiles.

"Fine. FIIIIIIINE." Elizabeth groans. "A person of interest had recently checked into this hotel, which has raised quite a few flags at HQ. I've been tasked with keeping an eye on her to figure out her motives."

"Person of interest?" You raise an eyebrow.

"You remember Felicity Prudence?" Elizabeth asks.

Oh no.

OH NO.

"What's she doing here?!" You gasp.

"That's what we want to know." Elizabeth sighs.

"Why don't you just arrest her?" You blink.

"Well, she wouldn't talk otherwise, and she' proven rather good at escaping nets." Elizabeth sighs. "As long as we don't arouse her suspicion, she might reveal her reasons for coming here."

"Maybe.. she just wants a day off like us?" You suggest.

"You really think one of the galaxy's most wanted pirates is just going to come to one of the busiest tourist planets in known space just for a day off?" Elizabeth raises an eyebrow.

>Umm... yes?
>You have a point.
>Other

>>651520
>Umm... yes?

>>651520
>>Umm... yes?
"Uhhh....doesn't Carly count?"

>>651520
>You have a point.

Lots of rich marks to rob here.

>>651520
>>Umm... yes?
Carly totally would and she's like carly

>>651520
>>Other
"...wait, what if her objective here are... ME AND CARLY?"

>>651520
>Umm... yes?

>>651526
Last I remember, Carly said she reminded her of us...sorta.

>>651520
>Other
Carly is without supervision at the moment...

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>>651520
"Um... yes?" You shrug.

"You certainly are the trusting type, aren't you?" Elizabeth sighs.

"Well, where is she, anyways?" You look around the empty room.

"In the spa, currently." Elizabeth explains. "She came alone, but I expect she has a few tricks up her sleeve to defend herself."

"Hey, I'm not saying we attack her or anything." You shake your head.

>Have Elizabeth continue to observe Felicity.
>You're gonna go get a straight answer from Felicity.
>Other

>>651551
>>Have Elizabeth continue to observe Felicity.

>>651551
>Have Elizabeth continue to observe Felicity.

>>651551
>>Have Elizabeth continue to observe Felicity.
"Innocent until Proven Guilty" and all.

>>651551
>Have Elizabeth continue to observe Felicity.

If it comes to it, we may have to seduce her.

>>651551
>Have Elizabeth continue to observe Felicity.

>>651558
>Mission 18 "Spa to Spa"
>Objective: Seduce Felicity
"...Tank, are you sure we need this heavy armor to seduce her?"

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>>651558
Well, we are wearing an outfit that's somewhat suited to it, though we may have to use our Nanomachine Bikini and make some 'modifications' to make a Maid bikini >>650434
or other fanservicy outfits

>>651564
"It makes the strip tease and dance as you climb out of it more alluring."

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>>651551
"All right, all right, you can continue observing her, then." You sigh. "If she does start anything, let me know, okay?"

"Of course." Elizabeth nods. "Well, you better get going. I still need to bug the rest of this suite and who knows when Felicity will come back!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get out of your way." You nod as you head for the door.

You exit the suite and make a beeline straight back to the elevator, making sure to keep your distance from Frolaytia to prevent her from recognizing you again. You kind of wonder what she's doing here.

Finally, you reach the relative safety of the elevator and hit the key for the employee area. As you wait for the lift to arrive at its destination, you ponder what to do with this new information.

>Maybe you should give Carly a heads up.
>Carly doesn't need to know right now.
>Other

>>651579
>>Maybe you should give Carly a heads up.
"Carly, maybe you should prepare a lotion in case...you know?"

>>651579
>>Maybe you should give Carly a heads up.

>>651579
>Maybe you should give Carly a heads up.

Let's get some 'appropriate outfits' for the potential meet up.

>>651579
>Maybe you should give Carly a heads up.
Carly fancies her so not telling will probably backfire on us if she does find out, we have to make sure she doesn't just ditch Scott and Arya.

>>651579
>Carly doesn't need to know right now.

>>651579
>Maybe you should give Carly a heads up.

Anyone want to bet Carly's already found her?

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>>651579
You suppose it's only proper to give Carly a heads up that Felicity was present. You activate your comm and dial in Carly's number.

"Yo! Sis! What's up?" Your sister chirps happily.

"Hey, Carly, I'm just giving you a heads up, but Felicity Prudence is apparently prowling around here." You warn her. "I'm not sure why, but... just careful, okay?"

"Oh...OH." Carly pauses. "Yeah, okay, I'll keep that mind. Thanks a lot, Sis!"

And then just as quickly, the connection is cut.

You sigh as you switch off your comm. Things were just getting more and more complicated now.

Weren't vacations supposed to relieve you of stress?!

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week. And don't forget KanColle on Friday!

>>651606
See you next week, Merc.

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>>651606
Thanks for the run, MC!

>>651606
Thanks for running Merc-kun.

>>651606
Thanks for running.