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Ocelot is an OC of and is featured in Lights Out - Part 10(M/F, sleepy, gas)
The truck engines grumbled in the early morning quiet, their engines idling as they sat just outside city hall. The ninja-clad thugs worked quickly and quietly, moving unconscious girl after unconscious girl into the back of the semi-trailers. Each was systematically strapped to a waiting gurney, a plastic mask fitted over their face exuding a steady stream of gas to ensure that each beauty stayed safely in dreamland.
Outback climbed into the back of the truck, overseeing the process with a growing sense of impatience. “Move it along, you blighters,” he hissed at the sweating henchmen. “You there, keep your hands off that girl and on your work! We don’t have much time.”
He dropped out of the back of the truck, heading towards the second truck parked a little further back. Waxman came running up to him.
“We can’t find Night Raven anywhere,” he puffed. “We’ve swept the base twice.”
Outback sniffed.

A new figure stepped out from behind the van, crossing her arms. She was dressed in a worn green army jacket, wearing nothing underneath it except for a white sports bra that covered her firm breasts, leaving her flat stomach and navel enticingly bare. A pair of camouflage cargo pants covered her legs, tucked into a pair of black combat boots on her feet.

Night Raven nodded over at the woman. “Ocelot.”

The beautiful Hispanic woman nodded. “I got here as fast as I could when I heard the news. Sounds like you could use my help.” She brushed back her long brown hair. “Assuming, of course, you don’t mind working with me.”

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Description
Ocelot is an OC of and is featured in Lights Out - Part 10(M/F, sleepy, gas)
The truck engines grumbled in the early morning quiet, their engines idling as they sat just outside city hall. The ninja-clad thugs worked quickly and quietly, moving unconscious girl after unconscious girl into the back of the semi-trailers. Each was systematically strapped to a waiting gurney, a plastic mask fitted over their face exuding a steady stream of gas to ensure that each beauty stayed safely in dreamland.
Outback climbed into the back of the truck, overseeing the process with a growing sense of impatience. “Move it along, you blighters,” he hissed at the sweating henchmen. “You there, keep your hands off that girl and on your work! We don’t have much time.”
He dropped out of the back of the truck, heading towards the second truck parked a little further back. Waxman came running up to him.
“We can’t find Night Raven anywhere,” he puffed. “We’ve swept the base twice.”
Outback sniffed.

A new figure stepped out from behind the van, crossing her arms. She was dressed in a worn green army jacket, wearing nothing underneath it except for a white sports bra that covered her firm breasts, leaving her flat stomach and navel enticingly bare. A pair of camouflage cargo pants covered her legs, tucked into a pair of black combat boots on her feet.

Night Raven nodded over at the woman. “Ocelot.”

The beautiful Hispanic woman nodded. “I got here as fast as I could when I heard the news. Sounds like you could use my help.” She brushed back her long brown hair. “Assuming, of course, you don’t mind working with me.”

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