"I've got some bad news for this city... Well, it might be a good news for some people -" A man dressed in a fancy blue tuxedo sat at the news anchor while chukling at the reports.
"Focus!" The blond haired beauty that say beside him interrupted him with a stern look.
"Geez, get some air Patricia. Ahem, as I was saying, coming live from Yorkers street, City of Atlanta, a strange turn of events has resurfaced, this time taking the Third son of the city's finest business typhoon, leaving his body, dismembered and discarded in the most inhumane way possible. Uh, the pictures here are not for the eyes of the citizens... Our reporter, Jackson Wilder is over the scene... Over to you." The screen behind splits to reveal a man in a trench coat holding a microphone in what looks to be a forest terrain.
The flashes of blue and red indicated the presence of multiple police on sight, and the yellow tape marking the territory of the red colored SUV in the forest.
"Thank you Tom. With us here in the ever breezy terrain of the wild comes bad news as the body of the son of the International Business Typhoon, Davis Greene was spotted within a rundown red painted SUV... The corpse appeared to be dismembered and bisected with it's internal organs wiped out, leaving nothing but a headless, empty shell-"
*Pfft*
Tom seemed to be struggling with his withheld laughter as his face turned as red as a baby's butt cheeks. But the wicked side eye from Patricia kept him composed.
"As of right now, the cops and the national security is on the case as this appeared to be the second time a corpse was found dead in a random car within the span of 37 hours. We have a clip of the discussion of the Chief of Police addressing the public on this matter."
The screen splits again to show a hall with an elevated stand where a blonde haired woman stepped out in a blue and white uniform with a bright blue jacket with the police badge attached on the right shoulder. A matching blue shirt with two guns strapped in it's holster, on against her thigh, and the other on her hip along side her taser and metal baton. She donned on a set of fingerless gloves and knee pads and elbow braces all in bright blue, giving her a distinct fiery image of herself as the Chief of Police.
The press could help but toss multiple questions at her with each reporter and journalist pressing forward to get at least one of their questions answered.
"Good day City of Atlanta, I Chief Beatrice, represent the council and national police department of Atlanta, and I here by promise you citizens of Atlanta that we shall not sleep nor rest until this psychotic killer is caught and restrained. The families associated with that of Theophilus Sandler and Davis Greene are deeply mourning as they have unfortunately fallen victim of a tragedy.
Therefore I proclaim the safety of this city as this criminal shall be caught within the next 48 hours and brought to justice."
"And most importantly, If anyone has seen or heard of something connecting with this mysterious criminal with enough evidence would be rewarded handsomely... And if you were so able to catch him, then the sum of $50,000 would be in your possession along with the presentation of the badge of honor by me, the city's Chief."
*Click*
The screen turned off at the clock of a button, revealing the reflection of Isaac comfortably sitting in a high-class business class hotel suite.
He donned a spotless white robe with virtually nothing underneath, displaying his powerful and robust yet chiseled physique and his flaccid member swinging lazily from freedom.
On the bed behind him was a naked figure of a radiant damsel who's blonde hair spray out against the pillow, pulling off a remarkable butterfly effect. Her large unyielding breast were also on display as the blanket was pushed off her torso, exposing her cherry top nipples and deep pink colored areola.
The blanket covered her lower region quite well, only exposing her left leg that was peeking out the blanket... The strain from the previous night was clearly palpable as her breath appeared soft and peaceful.
If we look closely, we can definitely identify her as the same lady that approched Isaac on the beach in her rather seductive form. And now she laid in defeat, unable to compete with Isaac on a simple friendly matchup.
Disappointment.
{Well, well, well. Now I'm being hunted by not just the police but the entire city. Isn't this amusing.}
"Brick, any thoughts on this... Chief Beatrice, her energy is somewhat familiar yet so complex and different."
(Sir, my thoughts on the Chief reaction to this is to be expected as she was known and identified as the most respected and strict and a formidable for to the streets of the city... So it would be natural for her to feel 'threatened' in her personal territory.)
(Think of it like a mother Kitty seeing a stranger audaciously molesting and hurting her child... She would retaliate full counter.)
"Yeah, I see your point. But the entire prize for catching 'me' is obviously Greene stepping into the scene... Probably to save face." Isaac muttered out loud as he deliberated deeply on the matter at hand.
At this point, this was no longer something between him and his Uncle and his household... But external figures and individuals were intentionally getting involved, a d this is causing some minor headaches.
Ok, take that Yatch scene where a 'guard' has the ability to move way faster than the eye along with having extreme toughness... If it were any other day, he'll have shrugged it off as some weird tech or experiment gone wrong... But no.
Within that same day, the scene of Davis turning into something horrific occurred. This web of deep deep tales of confusion just keeps on getting thicker.
{We'll have to deal with that Greene family later... But what matters most is Rodolfo getting what he deserves, and that'll come in form of an auction.}
"Brick, let's get prepared by tomorrow, We'll head out early to the auction house..."
(Affirmative Sir.)
{Good. Now back to my meal.}
Isaac thought as he stared at the naked damsel before him with a wicked grin, slowly approaching her with silent steps.
Witb an exaggerated jump, Isaac leaped over the couch and on to the bed, shocking Blessing-
(Brittany Sir.)
Ahem! Shocking BRITTANY from her sleep as her body jerked up in shock.
Without a second, Isaac pulled off her blanket, revealing her full naked contours and her puffed up pussg that was swollen from the previous night's attack.
"W-Wait! Isaac I'm sore~" She whined as she felt her legs being stretched apart till the limit, revealing only her naked pussy that was hoisted high in the air as Isaac positioned himself before her.
"Welm I'm not." With a sharp reply, he slipped his member into her wet Shlick in a single shove, drawing a hard moan from Brittany who had her eyes rolling back from the intense pleasure.
"Round 9!"