I will not be shamed like that. Especially, in front of a crowd of people. I will take my revenge and believe me, I will savor every second of it.
My plan is quite simple from top to bottom. I asked Kyle to use his chlorokinetic abilities to give me spore bombs that would knock anyone unconscious. He's a botanist and a budding chemist, so giving me a bag of such pores was an easy thing for him. Next, I asked Quill to manufacture a concealable airsoft gun that can fire these spore pellets. He was pretty cool about it and never asked questions about why I would need such a gun. By 9 PM, my gun is complete and my target has just left his tent. He was surrounded by a line of guards so I wouldn't simply shoot him and possess his body. I need to use the guise of the crowd to mask my presence.
I walked one of his buffed sunglassed suited bodyguards and shot a pellet up his nose. I wasn't that tall so the tall crowds around me covered my presence. And him being too focused at his client meant that his attention to me is naught. Upon contact, the seed pellet fizzed and released its violet musk. The effects were immediate and the guard experienced weakness in the knees and arms. He was about to fall over when I activated my powers and jumped inside of him. Luckily, no one noticed what just happened.
As the guard, I hid the sleep gun in my pockets and followed the others. It was a small walk outside the school before we reached a set of parked black sedans. I rode in one of them and followed Gigabyte who was flying overhead. We rode until we reached downtown and stopped in front of the Clair de Lune Villa Hotel. It was expected that he'd check in here. It's the best hotel in the city and the only one that has a helicopter pad at the roof. Gigabyte levitated in the air for a bit and gathered his bearing. A metallic clamor sounded in his jetpack before he blasted higher into the air and landed at the roof. As for his guards, we were asked to take the elevator and guard his hotel room in room 1203. But I excused myself in the comfort room when I saw one of the hotel staff get in. In a fit of coincidence, the comfort room was desolate between the two of us. A stout concierge who's taking a piss at one of the urinals. The process was quick as I knew the routine. I shot the pellet up his nose and jumped at his body. I grabbed the gun and hid it in my pockets. Rinse and repeat. The guard I possessed fell over and slept on the cold hotel floor. Before leaving the bathroom, I locked the door so that no one could find out about the guard.
I did the same method of possession to work myself from the hotel staff. I jumped bodies until I was a hotel staff ready to deliver a plate of ribeye steak on a bed of corn and pea. Courtesy from the Clair de Lune Villa staff, the letter said. I showed the guards my goods and ID and they let me in after Gigabyte gave the signal. I entered the room and came face to face with the man that shamed me this evening. He was devoid of armor save only for his headgear, boxers, and socks with crocs. He was quite fit under the armor. He has a definition in his abdominals and his biceps are buffed up.
"Finally! Dinner," He said. "Do I have to pay for that?"
I smiled with my borrowed mouth and gave him a gleam and a twinkle of my eye. I gave him the most hospitable voice that I could muster. "No monsieur, it's a courtesy of the staff."
He removed the cloche and sniffed the aroma coming from steak. Then he stopped in his tracks and look at me sternly underneath that visor. "Why are you still here?"
"I'm here to umm..." I gulped, "To ask for your review about the steak sir,"
"Okay. A small price to pay for being free and all." He clasped his hands and rubbed them in anticipation for the meal. A small partition popped out of the mouthpiece and his real lips came out to take a bite. He sliced the spore-laced steak, chewed and let the taste roll out inside his tongue.
"The texture's amazing but the pe-" He yawned. "The pepper- hey, is it just me or someone is coming out of you?-" And with that, he's passed out. It's a matter of time before the guards heard the thud so I didn't waste any second and jumped into his body. I sprang quickly from the floor and by then, the guards came in with guns blazing. What they saw is a half-naked man with a Gigabyte helmet and a passed out hotel staff with a tent in his pants. It wasn't my fault that I got a hard-on seeing Gigabyte naked.
"Sir, what happened? Are you alright?" One of the bald guards asked. He pointed the gun at the hotel staff and asked me to get away from him.
"It's alright," I said with Gigabyte's voice. "The poor lad hit his head and passed out."
"Understood sir."
The guards carried the staff's body and rolled out the steak away. The hotel immediately knew of this so they sent the same dish with another staff, this time a female. She's stealing glances at my body every time I looked down at my steak. But Gigabyte's helmet allows him to see a 360° around him and I could see her blood rushing to her cheeks with my thermal camera. She likes Gigabyte. Especially with a body like this, who in their minds wouldn't want to touch this?