Nash woke up the next day with a clear plan in mind. He had to figure out what skeletons might be hidden under Victoria's desk, and if there wasn't any there, maybe it was because he didn't look at the right place.
The Midnight Rest was his next target; Hangar 47 had nothing, but her brothel might hold clues on what he was after.
For now, he had to go to train with his team, and conveniently see if Victoria was there before initiating something.
He dressed quickly, leaving Zayela to rest. Still on the bed, she stirred, mumbling, "Be careful..."
Nash arrived at Hangar 47 around noon, pushing through the main doors. The team was already on the half-court, balls bouncing light.
Nia spotted him first, immediately jogging over with a grin, hips swaying in her tight shorts, tits bouncing free under her cropped tank.
Alicia followed right behind, twin tail messy, ass jiggling in her tiny shorts as she hurried.
