He'd been in Paris for squad business. Which he hated. But at least it got him out of the country. Some minor information getting was all it was really but they needed someone who could teleport. So off Jerry was sent. Well at least it got him out of the country for a very short time.
Still, Paris was odd. Lots of too well dressed skinny hot girls on the streets. In fact everyone seemed far too carefully dressed. It was after asking one of the girls for directions, only to find out she wasn't a paris native but an italian model, did it hit him that it was likely a fashion thing. Ugh, Paris.
Whatever, though, he'd just go about his business. But going about your business was hard when a bunch of lame criminals came barrelling down the street, smashing into you and taking off. Oh that wasn't going to be let stand. No way, it had been an annoying enough day with this job. Growling slightly, Jerry took off after them.
Unfortunately he wasn't quite familiar with the streets of paris, and didn't have his suit on him, so by the time he got to the warehouse...well it wasn't the scene he expected.
All the thugs down on the ground, groaning or unconscious, and atop them...like something out of a wet fantasy action movie, a stunning model in a dramatically ripped dress looking both fierce and flawless.
Wait...was that...
Oh for-
"You've got to be kidding me..." Came a voice from the warehouse side door.
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