Breakfast was decent enough, scrambled eggs with bits of ham mixed in resulting in breakfast bowls for four. Albert and Louise scarfed their food down in record time and then immediately headed to the guest bedroom where they were setting up their equipment and getting started on things. Meanwhile, I had a number of errands to run, and grabbed Alexis before she could wander off, telling her she was going to be my driver for the day, and of course she'd be happy to do so.
After a quick search on the computer for an address, we headed out. I didn't bother even looking at what the make of Alexis' car was, it was a nice calming cream color and that's all I really noticed. The seats were comfortable enough as I buckled in and had her drive to our first destination. Along the way I closed my eyes and considered just what was supposed to be happening on the show right now.
Trish obviously had not gone with Albert back to his hotel room to work on a vaccine for Kilgrave. If Jessica did go back there, she'd find absolutely no trace left of their work or any clues to where we'd gone given my orders to destroy everything. Simpson would probably go to the cell I'd escaped from, but Clements wouldn't be there to die at his hand given that there was no crime scene or evidence for him to stay and canvas.
Kilgrave would be taking this time to free Hope Schlottman in the hopes of convincing Jessica to give him his father, which would have led to Jessica knocking him unconscious and tying him up… ah, there was something I had to consider. Jessica was going to be attacked tonight by Kilgrave's victims, after Robyn worked Malcolm's support group into a frenzy, laying all the blame at Jessica's feet.
From what I remembered, they managed to overpower and knock her out. Given that the only thing that had kept them from killing her had been Robyn undoing Kilgrave's gag and getting all of them mind controlled, Jessica might be in legitimate danger of dying tonight without my presence. If I was being pragmatic I should really just let it happen. Either she lived or died, but if she died she would be off my list and frankly, the other three names were the easy ones to take care of.
Yet… part of me didn't want to do the logical thing. Part of me didn't want Jessica Jones to die, at least partially because the very idea of her being bludgeoned to death by a group of random fucks didn't sit well with me at all. Sure it wasn't pragmatic, but I found myself considering how best to save her without getting anywhere near her. If Jessica Jones was to die, it should be on my orders if not by my own hands.
A plan began to coalesce in my head as Alexis parked us in the parking garage across the street from our first destination. Turning to her, I smiled, "Hand me your phone love."
She did so immediately, still smiling because of the dose of happiness I'd injected into the idea of her driving me where I needed to go. I took a moment to admire the young beauty. Her smile really lit up her face. Glancing around, I noted that the Parking Garage wasn't exactly a hive of activity. That worked for me.
"Alexis. You won't remember me telling you any of this, but you will carry out my instructions. Once I'm gone you will feel an undeniable urge to masturbate. You will fantasize about me while doing so, and every time you climax, not only will it feel better, it will be easier to reach orgasm the next time. You will keep going until I return."
She suddenly looked hot and bothered, squirming a bit in her seat. I just grinned and reached out to stroke a hand through her red locks once, before exiting the vehicle and heading for the building across the street.
The WNEX News Station awaited my arrival.