A land cruiser tumbles over uneven terrain. Three hooded men are inside, guarded by East European Militia. In the front seats, a nervous, bespectacled man sits in the passenger side with the driver being the leader of the Militia, a man named Barsad. The jeep arrives at an airstrip, with a commuter plane sitting idle. In front of the plane stands a bland CIA Operative, flanked by Special Forces. He watches as the land cruiser pulls up violently near the plane. The militia jump out of the vehicle, with the hooded men and the bespectacled passenger seated man.
"Doctor Pavel, I'm CIA." States the CIA Man. Doctor Pavel nods, still looking quite shaken. The CIA Man hands Barsad of the cruiser a briefcase.
Barsad coldly states, "He wasn't alone." The CIA Man, confused, notices the hooded men in tow. He turns to Dr. Pavel.
"You don't get to bring friends."
"They are not my friends."
Barsad then spoke up at the CIA operative. "Don't worry, no charge for them."
"Why would I want them?"
"They were trying to grab your prize." Barsad said, smiling. "They work for the mercenary. The masked lolibaba."
The CIA Man freezes. "Baba?"
Barsad nods, and the CIA Man quickly turns to his Special Forces.
"Get 'em on board - I'll call it in."
***
The plane soars over the remote, eastern snow-capped mountains. The three Hooded Men kneel by the cargo door, handcuffed.
CIA Man grabs the first hooded man.
"What are you doing in the middle of my operation?"
The hooded man says nothing. CIA Man pulls out a handgun.
"The flight plan I just filed with the Agency lists me, my men, and Dr. Pavel here! But only one of you!" He pulls open the cargo door to the plane, the howling wind whipping around him. "FIRST ONE TO TALK GETS TO STAY ON MY AIRCRAFT!" He cocked his gun before continuing. "SO... WHO PAID YOU TO GRAB DR. PAVEL?!"
Nothing. CIA Man fires out the open door and the Special Forces yank the hooded man back in, clubbing him quiet.
"HE DIDN’T FLY SO GOOD! WHO WANTS TO TRY NEXT?!" CIA Man yells, as the Special Forces grab the second hooded man, hanging him out the door.
"TELL ME ABOUT BABA! WHY DOES SHE GET TO LIVE FOR A THOUSAND YEARS AND YET LOOK 12?!"
The prisoner says nothing. CIA Man presses the gun to the man’s hood - he cocks the gun... nothing.
"LOT OF LOYALTY FOR A HIRED GUN!"
Then, the third prisoner spoke up, in an astonishingly young, bratty voice. "Why would you shoot a man before throwing him out of a plane?! Are you always a stupid pig?!"
CIA Man turns to the third prisoner. Shuts the cargo door.
"Wiseguy, huh? At least you can talk. Who are you?"
She lefts out a soft "fufufu" laugh. "We are nothing. We are the dirt beneath your feet. And no one cared who I was until I put on the mask..."
CIA Man, wary, approaches the third prisoner - pulls off her hood, revealing a dark mask with a breathing apparatus. The childish eyes behind it have bratty fire behind them. Still. This is Baba. Her body looks quite young, but her thighs are those of a woman, and her breasts are full and perky. She wears a red vampire cape.
"Who we are does not matter. What matters is our plan, pig!" She says triumphantly, giving a smug smirk to the CIA Man.
The CIA Man then looks at her mask, fascinated. "If I pull this off, will you die?"
"It would be extremely painful."
"You’re a little girl."
"For you~" She coos.
The CIA Man looks unnerved as he continues his interrogation. "Was being caught part of your plan?"
"Of course, dummy! Dr. Pavel refused our offer in favor of yours. We had to know what he told you about us."
Dr. Pavel speaks up in defense of himself. "Nothing! I said nothing!"
CIA Man ignores Pavel, and goes back to asking questions carefully. "Why not just ask him?"
"He would not have told us."
"You have methods."
"Him, I need healthy and virile. You, I could milk you dry." She says, making a lewd "P-tah" sound from her mouth afterwards.
CIA Man laughs for the Special Forces’ benefit. One of the Special Forces looks out the window.
Outside the plane, a massive transport plant looms over the commuter plane, dangerously close. On the side are the words, "LOLIBABA SQUAD, READY TO FUCK".
Back inside the plane, the people on board feel the plane lurch.
One of the Special Forces soldiers tries to get the CIA Man's attention, to no avail. "Sir?"
CIA Man is too focused on the interrogation to respond. "Well congratulations, you got yourselves caught. What’s the next step of your master plan?"
An evil glint appears in her eye, and she excitedly begins speaking in a low, lecherous tone. "Milking your cocks..."
The ramp of the bigger plane over the commuter plane opens... Four big titted lolis leap out on tethers - dropping towards the commuter plane, two each side...
The Special Forces react to the turbulence from the plane above. CIA Man looks at Baba.
She rises up, finishing her sentence loudly. "With no survivors!"
The four girls breach into the commuter plane, ambushing the Special Forces.