EPISODE 08: Operation Dead Drop 15 (Patreon)

Having quite literally turned the tables, the agents bound Alva's legs with a jumping rope, before bending them over her head - allowing her own wet mess to drip onto her bloodied face.

"Just as I planned." exclaimed Baram as she flopped down on the broken Ortega princess. Visage most probably interjected in her earpiece but the idol was too busy relishing her victory.

Luna however, wasn't feeling it, and although she was happy that Baram was safe, she was also mortified that her own mission had been derailed so thoroughly.

"What - the - bloody - fuck, Baram?" she asked, unable to conceal her frustration anymore.

To which Baram snapped, "No, this is YOUR fault."

Unbeknownst to Luna, Visage had been voicing his concerns directly into Baram's ear, prompting the idol to react as all idols react. "Shifting the blame immediately, I see!", accused the blonde, still believing she was part of the conversation.

Regardless, Visage emphatically agreed. "She's correct. Violence could have been avoided."

"What? So you are taking her side now?" said the idol, hushing her inner voice but inadvertently triggering the blonde even further.

"I wasn't taking her side. I was undercover. This was my mission. MINE!" she yelled, exasperated.

Visage on the other hand, wasn't able to project any emotion through his digitized voice, but that didn't stop him from trying. "Next time, just follow my exact instructions."

Nevertheless Baram wasn't in the mood for constructive criticism and chose to shut them down instead, turning around to fling an accusing finger directly at Luna before yelling. "Alright you two, shut the fuck up!"

Taken aback, Luna paused, raised a confused eyebrow and looked over her shoulder, wondering who Baram was referring to, but before she could formulate a question - Baram beat her to the punch.

"Why are YOU here?" the idol inquired, frustrating Luna even more. "I just told you." she replied, sullen, and pushed a query of her own, "What are YOU doing here?"

"Oh, right. I'm here to secure the dead drop." answered Baram dryly, then asked, "Where is the package!?"

Luna blinked once and began mouthing a response but Baram quickly  pressed her index finger vertically across the blonde's lips and whispered, "Shhh baby, I'm trying to listen."

"Listen to what?"

"The voice ... in my head." she replied, and Luna's eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and shock. Had Alva's pummeling caused permanent brain damage to her friend?

But Baram wasn't done. Turning to look up upwards, as if seeking divine inspiration, the asian girl pressed her inner voice for guidance. Pleading loudly and dramatically -- "Oh gods, just tell me where it is!"

At which point Visage finally replied with a garbled noise - either a sigh or a muffled snorting sound - and said, "You are sitting on it. Alva Ortega is the dead drop." And as Baram's gaze shifted down to look at Alva's bare ass cheeks, Luna followed along, still trying to read her fellow agent's intentions.

"The package is inside her." Visage clarified.

Only then did Baram's demeanor change. She locked her eyes on the prize, licked her lips and said, "Oh this is going to be fun."

(The end of Operation: Dead Drop Part 1 -- Stand by for Part 2!)