Two minutes and counting. The agent looked down below at the alien city below as the ADD transport came hovering over the city. Spies had found there was going to be a slave auction in town, and now would be to excellent opportunity to try to bust the slaver ring on Tanitha II once and for all. The ADD knew they would not be able to sneak a team into the city without someone noticing and alerting the slavers that there was a raid in progress.

No instead the the ADD commander decided it would be alot more likely they would catch the slavers by dropping in via an airborne transport. It would alert everyone as the transport landed outside the front of the auction house, but hopefully it reduce their ability to react. And if they did not have time to react, maybe, just maybe, and they would catch them all. The agent didn't have much more time as she and her fellow agents got ready to jump out as soon as the transport landed. It was showtime.

Numerous hovercars and other transports had been seen gathering around one of the largest and most lavished buildings in the area. Many members of many different criminal factions had been detected coming to Tanitha II to participate in the auction. The event looked like a high class party from the outside as vehicles pulled in and dropped off the guest before making way for the next. But inside, there were various slaves of rare breeds collared and awaiting to be purchased by the highest bidder. The submission collars ensured that the slaves behaved during the important event and obeyed the commands of their current owners.

A large hovercar parked infront of the building. The driver opened the doors for the guest revealing the lovely snake woman Vespira. The elusive crime lord was just one of the leaders that accepted the invitation to this lovely occasion. The serpent woman slithered out of the vehicle, her hips swaying enticingly from side to side and drawing the eyes of everyone around her. Trapped in her hypnotic spell, the world seemed to stop as everyone watched the powerful woman pass by and enter the building. The many lights reflected off her prismatic scales, giving her body a radiant shine. Her body was completely nude, wearing nothing but jeweled necklaces, bracelets, and sash around her waist.

She was greeted and taken immediately to the VIP section of the auction where she would have priority bid over all but the other leaders. This was certainly a luxury event that a woman of her class could not ignore. Vespira heard that some of the rarest of species would be put on the block, giving her opportunity to collect a more diverse variety of slaves for her establishments. Coiling her lower body to sit upon, she accepted a glass of wine to sip on as she waited for the event to finally begin.

About ten minutes after the last of the slavers had arrived and entered the building, the ADD transport landed in the courtyard in front. The few guards in the area are shocked by the arrival of an spacecraft, literally dropping in the middle of them. In an instant the ADD team was upon them, as the agents popped out the craft with their guns at the ready. Most of the men and aliens outside in the courtyard had surrendered immediately, knowing that they stood no chance to resist the fast moving women. However a few decided to go for their weapons, and they paid their price with their lives as they dropped from the gunfire of the ADD.

Their deaths did not go in vain however, as the shot that rung out warned the occupants of the building that there was some sort of raid was going on. From that point, the race was on between the slavers and ADD. The ADD could only enter the building from one direction, giving the slavers to chance to escape in any of other directions from the building. Of course those that had no slaves would have the best chance to get away, but even they had to be quick.

The host of the auction did not even have time to finish his introduction speech before the sounds of blaster fire were heard outside. The guards just inside the building shouted ADD which quickly caused a stir and commotion in the audience. Vespira frowned at having this opportunity taken away from her by the ADD. But this was no time to worry about lost slaves. She needed to leave before the agents arrive and are able to ID her. The less those human women knew of her presence the better. The Gorgonian preferred to remain under the ADD's radar for the time being.

With the agents rushing through the front entrance, they met solid resistance as barriers were erected and tables were turned over. Guards and slavers returned fire, shooting down the hallways while more defenses were set up in the auction hall. The ADD certainly got in the door easily enough and produced alot of chaos. Security drones were released to provide additional backup and send covering fire down the halls.

The VIPs had to find their way out of this mess. They could go out the windows or back and side entrances which some were quick to do. Others were making calls for pickup, heading towards the roof of the building. The rest with Vespira included made their way downstairs and into the underground tunnels that led to the city's sewer system. That dropship would not be able to follow track them down there. Vespira had no weapons on her and came with no personal guards so she was quick to make her escape. If trouble decided to follow her, she could always use the others that went her way to slow the agents down further.

The agents had to duck for cover as the slavers flipped over tables and began to open fire on the team coming. A few unlucky women were hit as they took cover, but somehow their armor protected them. The agents were quickly pinned down for a moment as security drones arrived and dumped even more fire into the hallway. The agents had to do something or they were going to be easy prey for the drones and guards. That when Minerva tossed a grenade down the hall.

The grenade was not an ordinary grenade, but one that ADD scientists had just recently come up. It would not work in most environments, but this was the exception. Cover. The agents kept their head down as the room filled with light from the explosion. In addition, it released a electronic burst that quickly disabled the drones. As soon as the flash died away the agents renewed their assault as they began to overwhelm the guards.

Minerva was the first agent over the barricades and used the chaos to pursue the VIPs. Any guard who attempted to aim at the redhead would get shot down by the other agents. The young woman cursed to herself as she saw all the VIPs to scattering different directions, some out windows, other out doors. Then she saw some people going up the stairs, others down it. In a split second decision, the agent decided to follow the ones heading down stairs.

The circuits in the droids short out from the emp grenade that was thrown. The flash also disorientated the living aliens, giving an opening for the agents to open fire and provide cover for the red head rushing after the top slavers making their escape. Unfortunately, the other agents were cleaning up the other hallway while covering the auction hall so the other attack force can catch up. Several guards were taken down along with a few slavers that decided fighting was better than being taken in. Those that were captured were slavers of little note though it did mean one less name out there capturing and selling slaves.

Vespira and the few slavers that were with her were now in the basement, searching for an underground exit. The snake woman's tongue flicked out, hissing softly in annoyance at how sour this all turned out to be. Having to escape into a smelly sewer only added to the vain woman's frustration. With how quickly the ADD were working, it was obvious this was planned in advanced. She would have to remember the host's name to deal with this later, assuming he or she makes it out of this mess in one piece.

The group found what looked like a sewer grate hidden under some crates. While two men worked on getting the cover off, they heard the rapid footsteps of someone coming down the stairs. "Kill whoever is coming," Vespira hissed, not wishing to take any chances. Two guards would aim their blaster rifles towards the other side of the room, using what crates were around for cover.

As one slaver climbed down the ladder, Vespira gazed into the eyes of the other. "Stay here and hold them off," she ordered, her hypnotic suggestion filtering through the man's simple mind. Taking out a blaster of his own, he joined the guards to hold the pursuing agents off. The snake woman would then slither down into the sewer and meet up with the other slaver. She would repeat the process, hypnotizing him to guard the ladder before she began moving quickly down a random tunnel away from the action.

Minerva made it down the stairs only to find herself in the basement. It was dark down here and it was a little difficult to see where the people who had run down had gone. However, just as she left the stairwell she came under fire. The young woman ducked back into the stairwell to protect herself from incoming blaster fire. The redhead ducked low just in case the walls were not strong enough to resist blaster fire.

The young agent quickly thought about what to do next, right now as she was pinned down by the gunfire in the basement. The woman decided to wait, let precious seconds pass by until she heard a lull in the shooting, a lull that would indicate the gunmen were reloading. For what felt like an eternity the slavers continued to put shot into shot into the stairwell destroying more and more of the wall. The poor woman wasn't sure the wall was going to hold out when she suddenly heard the distinctive clicks of empty guns.

In an instant, the redhead went to work she jumped out in the open and fired her rifle twice. The first shot hit a slaver dead center dropping him instantly. The second slaver was hit in the head as he tried to drop behind his crate to reload. However the third had managed to get behind the crate before he could be hit. The agent cursed her luck as she tried to move a quick crate nearby before the slaver reloaded.

As Minerva ducked behind a crate, the slaver popped up and open fire. Minerva felt a twinge of pain as a shot grazed her arm as she slide behind the crate. The young woman had made it appear that she was using the crate for cover, but in reality it was a distraction. She slide behind the crate only to slide out the other side where she would have a clear shot at the remaining slaver. A single shot rang out as the last slaver fell.

The redhead cursed a bit at herself as she got back up clutching her shoulder. Her flight suit wasn't really suited for close quarters combat, but it alot more flexible than what the rest of the agents were using. Now she was paying the price for taking agility over armor. The young woman walked over to the where the three slavers were standing and found they were guarding some sort sewer entrance. The smell was repundant, but when your being chased any escape route will do.

The agent took a step towards the entrance in the floor, before she hesitated. The latter that went down to the sewers would be the perfect ambush point. And if three people were up here, that meant their was probably some still down by the latter. The agent had a plan for that, she pulled out her last flashbang. If there was anyone down there she would make sure they wouldn't ambush her.

The guards and slavers were not the brightest of the lot, unaware of simple military tactics such as alternating covering fire and so forth. The dark room was lit up by the laser blasts of the multiple firearms being used on the intruder. The stairwell and the wall behind it was covered with holes from the relentless assault. Thankfully, the cover the agent was using held and the sounds of gun fire died down to be replaced with the sound of dropping and replacing clips and cells.

The agent quickly rushed forward, taking down the three attackers but not before taking a shot in the arm. The rest of the force was still cleaning upstairs and chasing after the other slaves that fled in multiple directions. Those that fled to the roof had already called for help and soon slave transports would arrive to pick them up while raining fire down below if need be. If any more agents were coming downstairs, it was going to take time unfortunately.

The manhole was left uncovered, revealing where the others have fled to. The numbers had evened up greatly though the agent may not know this. What was a three on one was now just a one on one involving the slaver waiting in the shadows near the ladder. Vespira had fled down the tunnels and found herself in a larger network of sewer tunnels. Thankfully the large passage had walkways running down both sides with the murky sewage water flowing down the middle. There were numerous other tunnels lining the walls. The Gorgonian slithered, searching for one that was not blocked by a grate and proceeding further. Escape was her only goal for the moment. Once she is a distance away, she can see about finding a way out of the sewers.

Minerva dropped the flashbang to through the manhole into the sewer below. The young woman looked away for a moment as she prepared herself for the stunning blast. Suddenly the room went white as the flashbang went off with a roar. Even before the light faded away the redhead reacted, she put her feet in the manhole cover and found the edges of the ladder. The young woman managed to slide down the ladder to get the ground as quickly to the ground.

The agent drew her gun and take a look around to see if there was anyone down here. She was shocked to find a slaver down here disoriented by the blast. Drop the weapon now! Drop it now! For some reason the slaver simply just wouldn't drop the weapon. No, instead he struggled to bring up the weapon to point it at the agent like he could some how to shoot her first. The young woman pleaded it again for him to drop the weapon, but he simply refused. Finally the redhead had no choice but shoot him.

Finally dealing with the last guard, Minerva took a moment to look around and see she was in a vast network of sewer tunnels. She knew there had to more people down here, she had to just find them. The agent decided to take the most easily accessible route in hopes that the remaining slavers went that direction.

Enthralled the slaver would fight till his last breath. It was a pity he was incapable of handling one agent. But the sound of the flashbang detonating echoed down the long sewer tunnels, informing Vespira of the pursuing ADD agents. The wider tunnels were a safe bet for the agent as the Gorgonian was not about to risk finding a dead in one fo the narrow vents or side tunnels. Still, making no attempt to break through any of the barriers meant that tracking her would be easier and the alien woman knew this. She would stop briefly, feeling the vibrations in the floor through her long tail. Unless some of the agents were hovering or extremely light on their feet, there did not seem to be many following her. Perhaps the guards were of use afterall and managed to even the numbers a bit.

Vespira saw an opportunity. With the ADD ruining her fun and no doubt freeing the rare slaves she was interested in, it was time to get herself a new stock of agents starting with the one pursuing her. The Gorgonian continued moving through the many tunnels, this time breaking pieces of her jewelry off as if it were being caught and broken off in her movements. They would be few and far between but just enough to lead the agent in the right direction after the fleeing crime lord.

She stopped fleeing when she came to another ladder leading up to a manhole cover. They were a mile of so away from the auction hall with the ADD agent closing the distance between them quickly. Vespira climbed up and removed the cover but instead of climbing out, she climbed back down and slithered back into a small grate. Slithering out from the tiny passage would be easy for her serpent like body. Now all the alien woman had to do was wait and see if the agent or agents take the bait. Once she was most vulnerable, she would strike.

Minerva continued running down the sewer tunnels look for the remaining slavers. Considering how much the last one had put up a fight she was sure that somebody important was still down here, attempting to get away. She would have to pick up the pace if she was going to have any chance of catching the remaining slavers. Luck seemed to be on the side of the redhead as she soon found a piece of jewelry that had broken off it and been caught up in some of the piping.

The agent took a series of tunnels as she moved along, it seemed that just wen she was going to lose track of the escaping slaver, Minerva would find a piece of jewelry that would keeper back on track. Soon the agent found a ladder near by, the redhead knew that she had moved quite a far away from the auction house. As she looked up the ladder, she could see that a manhole cover had been removed by someone. It probably would let out out in to a street, allowing whoever it was to escape and blend into the city.

The agent cursed under her breath, she began to climb up the ladder. She could at least be able to take a look around and see if there was anywhere the person could have run off to. Maybe with some luck, the redhead would catch a glimpse of the fleeing person, else she would have to return empty handed. Or so she thought, the agent didn't realize that the tables were about to be turned.

Her patience would pay off as the sound of footsteps quickly grew closer towards her position. The Gorgonian watched quietly as the woman moved to the ladder and under the open manhole. Light would reveal the red head and her tight form fitting flight suit. Flicking her forked tongue out, she could taste blood and noticed the wounded shoulder. It should be no trouble at all taking out a wounded agent. Still, it would be pity to leave this ruined auction with just a mere human slave. Perhaps this agent could be of further use to her to turn this failure into a more profitable investment.

Vespira waited for the agent to start climbing the ladder. Slowly, the snake woman slithered out from the narrow grate, more than glad to be out of such a tight space. Once the agent was more than halfway up the ladder, the alien woman struck. With a sharp hiss, she slithered quickly to the ladder and grabbed the woman's ankle. The crime lord then immediately yanked the agent off the ladder and sent her slamming right onto the unforgiving concrete floor. Vespira would not allow the agent time to recover, already wrapping her coils tightly around the woman's body and knocking her weapons away from her person.

The Gorgonian grabbed the agent by the hair and yanked it back, forcing the woman to look up into her piercing eyes. "Sso little hunter," she hissed, "How does it feel to become prey?" Her eyes would gaze deep into the human's, hypnotizing and wearing away at the agent's resistance. "You need not worry," she hissed, "Just relax. Tell me how the ADD learned of the auction. How many agentss and spacecraft are here on the planet? Relax and obey. Just keep looking into my eyes. Dissobeying causes you pain, obeying makes you feel good. You want to feel good don't you?"

Minerva continued up to the ladder hopping to catch up with the fleeing slaver before she got away. The last thing she was expecting wrapping around her ankle as a loud hiss echoed through the sewer. In a second, she yanked free off the ladder and send back first into the concrete ground below. The poor redhead let out a loud umpf as the wind was knocked completely out of her. As she lay there stunned she felt tentacles coiled tightly around her body as her pistol was ripped from her hand.

Minerva suddenly felt some one grab by her hair and pull it back, the agent was forced to look at the face of the creature that captured her. The creature that was Olive green with hair that seemed to be made out of tentacles that were constantly moving back and forth as if they had a mind of their own. As the creature yellow eyes stared into her own, she could feel her willpower being sapped. Still the redhead did not to endanger her comrades in arms. I-I won't t-tell y-you anything. D-do you w-worse, I w-won't ....be..betray my f-friends.

Vespira actually had yet to reveal her tendrils beyond the ones that made up her hair. Her prey was instead wrapped tightly by her snakelike lower half, holding the woman like a captured rat. The effects of the Gorgonian's gaze were happening almost immediately, the helpless human woman barely resisting the urge to obey. The suggestions would repeat over and over in the woman's mind, reminding her how uncomfortable it feels to disobey. As her eyes continued to melt the woman's resistance, the suggestions would echo louder and louder in order to force obedience.

"Mmm... My worse?" she laughed in amusement, "You are the ones who came uninvited and killed numerouss people. Your friends are murderers. They need to be punished for their crimes. That is what your organization does is it not? They have done something wrong and must be punished. I can help you. You won't be betraying them but helping them get back on the right path." The Gorgonian decided to confuse the woman with her logic to help make the agent lose focus and allow the suggestions to sink in deeper. To add to the burden, the alien woman's coils tightened and began to shiver back and forth. Her countless scales would drag over the tight fitting suit, stroking all over the woman's body.

Minerva was only bound up by the snakelike lower half, however the young agent could not look away from the Gorgonian's gaze. As a result the agent could only assume she was bound up in tendrils. All the time she heard the words that suggested it would be uncomfortable to disobey. The words kept echoing louder and louder inside her head.

We are the murderers? Minerva looked for a confused for a moment as she thought about what the creature was saying. She shook her head briefly. No, we were here to rescue women from the slavers. That is why we were here. Minerva had a strong willpower, stronger than most, but it slowly being faded by the Gorgonian's gaze. It got harder when she felt the coils tightenen and begin to move back and forth over her. It felt like her entire body was being stroked as the scales were dragged across her. Even through her suit, she could feel them tingling against her skin.