Twenty-five minutes later, we entered the city with our four unusual cars.
Unsurprisingly, our arrival brooked all kinds of attention, from wariness to disbelief, even relief, manly directed at our special guest Àngà as we wend our way towards Ambéà's headquarters.
The setting sun warmed my chest, while the scudding wind cooled my lungs. "Hey -now that I think about it-, how did you survive inside that cocoon for so long?" I asked.
"The bindings inserted some fluids in my blood, keeping me 'fed and hydrated' all that time," she replied.
"Hydrated to fu*k a corpse? That's why you couldn't let D out of your paws," I said in a snarky tone.
"Yes, but I haven't put my paws on you yet…" she trailed off with an expectant stare.
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
She sniggered. "I go both ways, My Overlady -there's a pothole!" she replied.
These motherfu*king potholes annoyed me, but that changed when we reached the second-richest neighborhood in town, Kapiè and its immaculate thoroughfares.
A passel of residential areas with individual homes at their apogee, their lovely gardens attracted the inòns who hearkened the songs atop the rustling trees. One such inòn, the kwàwà, grohok-grohok with their round blue beak to their kwàwì, centering them in their nest with their black wings and deep-set black eyes.
Their potato body seek-seek-seek in flight, their four azure legs triply tipped with claws folded on their plumage. Nàmàs like Jonangà, Dùangi and Plèsè sauntered the streets along with families elegantly kitted with versicolor kàbas, bùbùs, and dashikis, their minds appeased yet carefree.
A fragrance of vegetation carried by windblown leaves accentuated my elation.
Not bad a place for the best gang in town.
Leaving many houses behind, we went to a mall littered with Ambéà's cars.
Oblong, this aquamarine structure had rubescent lozenges for a roof, their walls made of sorene left them laserproof.
A smattering of smoke permeated the air.
Pretty original headquarters…
Reaching the Ambéà girl's memories, I knew their trade: protect the storekeepers, make a few deliveries for them, break a lot of "fingers," and prevent the njòmbòs from assaulting the city. The storekeepers and the Nùsùkan's office basically paid them to do the dirty work.
Entering the parking…
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… we left our cumbersome cargo where it wouldn't be bothered.
Connected to my earthen ngùdi, any fool trying to fu*k with it would be punished accordingly…
We drew towards the entrance, a double sliding door crouching under a red archway, fronted by two wìndà girls who barred the way.
Smoking, they wore brown pants under their bustling knives and guns, their rugged body covered by a scarlet breastplate glimmering under the waning sun.
Surprised to see Àngà, they quickly regained their poise. "Didn't expect your a*s to be alive, Àngà, but Bìmbè's expecting you and your… group. They're in the milk room," one of them said, giving us a look-over under a puff of smoke.
She smiled. "Thanks for the tip, girl," Àngà answered.
The other woman looked over our shoulders. "What's the deal with these … wood boxes over there?" she asked me.
"A big surprise! You'll know about it very soon actually, but in the meantime, don't get close to it, or you'll get hurt. Let's go, guys!" Àngà responded, waving us in.
Leaving behind our perplexed interlocutors, we followed her without a word.
Inside, a majority of stores on either side had already closed, but the white tiled floor was alluring, leaving an after smell of yellow rose.
Potted tree plants like suèngè, bahùi and dagench stood by every bench.
The rare customers ambling past us raised their eyebrows, their voices hushed by our shadow.
Reaching the center of the main walkway, a grey two-storied fountain topped by a naked couple was in full display.
The glut of water pealed across the aisle, while the glass ceiling displayed the beginning of twilight, our frames gleaming under the emerald light.
Veering rightward, we crowded a blue elevator on the rim of a curtailed hallway. A level above us, the environment mimicked the former, replete with a few girls stunned by our appearance. I even recognized my victim's former friends!
"We're almost there," Àngà said.
Arriving before a double-gray door, the guards let us in.
Whiter than I remembered, the living room was blighted by a musty smell pocked with a paramour's embers.
Jongèlè cupped their lover's breasts, their vulvas enjoying Ambéà's caress.
Huddled over expensive furniture, glassy statues were as lusty as they were gaudy.
A soccer match blared to a crowd who commented on a generous sofa. One darted a look in our direction. "Àngà's back!" she cried.
Everyone jerked their heads in stupefaction, but she paid no attention, leading us through a vermeil staircase as their rumblings evanesced.
Through the grey mezzanine, we eschewed many red openings before we settled on a sapphire door tipping the hallway.
Àngà opened the door, leaving us inside a blue lactation room, with six people in it…