Mystique raised an eyebrow as her phone rang and she saw which one of her myriad dummy numbers the call was routing through, she didn’t remember handing out that number...no wait, that delicious piece of trim from last night.
With a cocky grin on her face, Mystique answered her phone with a purr “Hello honey, already up for another round?”
Mystique could practically hear the little girl on the other end of the line blush as she squeaked out a little “yes”, then however she obviously got herself under control and continued “err...but that isn’t why I called...well not really...I know you don’t really know me that well...but I figured you’d be really good at this, and well you were so nice to me last night...”
Mystique made soothing noises and interrupted the little airheads meandering “Honey, I take it you want to ask for my help with something?”
“Erm, yeah? My Boss wants me to find these two men who were at our place last night?” answered the littler peroxide pixie, an uncertain quiver in her voice. Mystique felt her eyebrows practically rise off the top of her head; she couldn’t see any Boss giving this girl such an assignment, while she was as sweet as apple pie, she doubted that there was anything in her head but fluff...
“And what exactly did these men do?” she enquired warily.
“These guys? Nothing really, but the Boss thinks they might work for the people who have my friend’s baby...” she replied matter of factly in her sugary little girl voice. Mystique could only blink stupidly for a moment “Your friend’s BABY...”
“Yep, my friends Garnette and Lunette? They have the qwutist widdle baby girl named Dani? And well...these three drugged out losers snatched her...and we think that the guys these guys work for might have her because they run a Baby Pawn Shop...”
“A Baby Pawn Shop...REALLY!?” Mystique could feel her face was just one large flummox, but as her little girl gave back a positive sound, she felt her face settle into a look of resolve “Yeah, Honey? I don’t have the slightest qualm about helping you with something like this...” then a sly smirk spread over her face “Of course I am just a dirty mercenary...we only work for...considerations...” the throaty little chuckle the petite tart gave proved, head full of fluff or not, on some things she was VERY quick on the uptake.
“Oh” she purred, sending a heated shiver down the blue mercenary’s spine “I’m sure I can think of something you’d like...hell, if you help get their baby back, I’m sure Garnette and Lunette will what to ‘Thank You’ properly too...I think one way or another you’re going to be very...SATISFIED...”