As the three entered the home, Stryker took note of some expensive artwork hanging upon the walls. "Seems like you're doing okay for yourself there Pete," he remarked as the kid turned back and gave a grin.
"Yeah, I'm doing alright," he said passing a blown glass cat that Stryker thought must of cost in excess of $10,000 or more. They stopped in the living room as their host motioned for his unwanted guests to take a seat on his white leather sofa.
As they did, a young woman no more than 18 Aurora thought appeared in the doorway of the adjoining bedroom.
"Hey Pete baby, are we going back to bed, I'm feeling a little frisky," the girl inquiry as she stood dressed in a white lace corset, matching panties, garter-belt and fishnet stockings.
"Stryker, who the hell is this guy…..Huge Hefner Jr.," Aurora commented with malice in her tone, yet she could not pull her eyes off the young lovely before her.
"Ah….. I have some friends here Amber. It's going to have to wait," Pete told the girl who then turned her full attention onto Aurora with bright blue eyes.
"So who are you my dark haired beauty?" the girl inquired smiling at Aurora who was the closest to her.
A bit smitten with the pretty girl who wore brown hair with two blonde streaks dangling from both sides of her well made up face, the tuff agent only replied, "Aurora."
"Pretty name for a pretty lady, you like younger girls?" she questioned followed by wicked smile.
"Amber go into the bedroom please, we have business to talk about," Pete said waving the girl on as she stepped back into the room and shut the door.
"Like to join me for a little bit while the boys talk?" Amber asked with her eyes locked intensely upon Aurora.
"Well….."
"Agent Constantine!" Stryker called out with authority.
"What?"
"The matter at hand please," he requested with a leering glare.
"Oh yeah…..sorry…..maybe a little later though honey," Aurora said under her breath with a returning smile.
"Ok……maybe later then," the girl said as she closed the bedroom door leaving Aurora a little empty inside.
"Okay, can we get back to the matter at hand here please?" Stryker insisted.
"Alright, what can I do for you?" the young man asked as Stryker remained before him and Aurora sat herself upon the white leather sofa.
"The name Fat Daddy, what can you tell me about him?" Stryker asked.
"Fat Daddy…..who's he?"
"Don't bullshit me. I know all you computer geeks know each other in one form or another in cyberspace, "Stryker demanded. "I want to know who he is and anything you know about Kill Fest.