Clara and Sarah

Clara was standing with her sister when suddenly it all began. People were running in different directions, drones in yellow latex suits appeared out of nowhere and were swiftly approaching their targets and literally dragging them away.

"Stay close to me, sister!"

Huddled together, older sister Clara and her younger sister Sarah stood in the middle of all this mess. Clara was 22, while Sarah, had just turned 18. They were beautiful brown-haired girls, the older one's body quite developed in contrast to the younger one's, but still some might have envied them. Whether anyone would come after them was a matter of time. They saw people being forcibly dragged into company vans and taken away somewhere.

"Run!"

Realizing it was dangerous to stand in the middle of the street, they ran into some alleyway. They ran and ran in nooks and crannies to confuse their trail. Suddenly the smell of honey hit their noses.

"How?!"

Swiftly, a male drone and a female drone approached them from two directions. The man grabbed the younger sister's arm and wrestled her from the older sister's grip.

"Sis saaaaaaaaaave meeeeeeee!!! I don't want to! Aaaaaaaaaaah!" - her cry grew farther and farther away as the man drone carried her away very quickly.

"Siiiiiiiiis! Stop! You STOP!"

But Clara was tugged hard on her arm in response, too. Turning around, she saw a woman with villain hair, strange-looking glasses, and a latex mask. From beneath her mask came a chirping nasty sound. Her entire body was covered in a yellow, black-striped latex suit that covered every inch of her skin from neck to toe. She wore black and yellow gloves on her hands and black boots on her feet. On her belt she wore a belt with a strange black protrusion attached to it near her ass.

The drone tried to snap at her, but Clara was practicing martial arts so she twisted, and in response she shifted her center of gravity and threw the drone over herself against the concrete ground with all her might. The drone let out a loud squeak, collided with the ground and absorbed all the kinetic energy and seemed to pass out.

When Clara exhaled and looked around, her little sister's trail was already gone.

"Noooooo! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

She began stomping on the ground in anger, tears beginning to come to her eyes, for today was the first time they had gone out to spend time together in a long time. Clara accidentally kicked the lying drone and flipped it over onto its stomach.

"What...?"

Clara couldn't help but notice the seam on her back, a very thin seam.

"Is this suit theoretically removable? Hmmm... if my sister has been taken I must hurry to find her! Find the van!"

Clara had already snapped out of her seat, but then hesitated looking again at the drone lying ****.

"In theory I could dress up as a drone and infiltrate their base to find my sister... But that sounds dangerous..."

There wasn't much time to think. Especially since you might have been spotted.