Get the prototype.

You decide retrieving the prototype is probably the most straight forward. You read over the file and see the item is in this building in a vault on the 50th floor. You can’t help but smile as you see your reflection in the window as you look over the tiny hole. As you do you notice several new additions someone apparently selected for you as you were not very observant. Your sexy hands have a small silver ring on each finger, and apparently you have a pretty decent computer in your head as you can see a tiny display in the corner of your field of vision. You first zip the top of your coat down to reveal some sexy cleavage while offering a bit of modesty. You then look down and see your coat is able to zip up to give you more freedom of movement and opt to zip up to just below your crotch to allow your legs to move, as you do this you also notice the two bottom pockets of the coat hold several cool devices for breaking and entering and some kind of multi tool that even has a tiny cutting torch built in. “Well let’s see what I can do.” You kick off on your impossibly high heels and dive head first into the tiny hole and with a tight flip after a hand plant you find yourself crouched in the room. Suddenly you pick up movement out of the corner of your eye and in a flash pull out one of your daggers and with a flick of your wrist a small sentry bot is both destroyed and pinned to the wall by the **** of the impact. You smile like a cat as you stand. Once again amazed at how silently you move in platform heels, you head down the hall of the office building to the central lab room where the prototype is said to be held. You reach the door and see it is protected by a keypad lock. “Ok, let’s see.” You call up all the info you can in your computer before noticing you have a tiny port on your wrist with some kind of probe. You pull the little tool and pry off the face of the panel and plug in the probe. Your computer goes to work and soon the door slides open.

As soon as the door slides open you see two guards dressed in heavy ballistic plate armor and carrying submachine guns. They almost seem to be standing still as you run forward, pulling the daggers as you go, and just as the first starts to say something you thrust up hard with your left hand and feel the crunch as it disappears under the neck of his helmet. The second pulls up his gun but you can feel your heart pounding in your chest driving you on impossibly fast and your right hand drives the dagger home. Sadly this strike is not quite as perfect and it glances off of the hard armor protecting his torso. He seems panicked by the **** and you are easily able to slap aside his gun and with the practiced ease of a master of martial arts you wrap your arm around his neck, twist down till you have him bent over backward, and with a smashing strike send him to the floor on his back, the impact nocks the gun out of his hand as he attempts to regain his footing. With a small hop you are suddenly airborne above him before a crushing thrust drives your heel down and shatters the faceplate of his helmet and renders him ****. Just as you survey your handiwork, you hear the whistle of a sword blade cutting the air in an attempt to separate your head from your body. You are **** to dive forward to avoid the powerful blow, and with another display of incredible acrobatic talent you once again end up on your feet in a crouch. To your surprise they match your speed with theirs and you are **** to catch their strike on your dagger. The blades clang, and you are sent sliding across the floor with the impact. Knowing you are at a disadvantage against the much longer sword you parry his strikes till with a vaulting flip you are able to snatch your other dagger, now wet with crimson, from the first guards body. The distance this move puts between you and your attacker allows you to finally see who you are facing. In stark contrast to your long form fitting leather coat and little else he is wearing an immaculately tailored business suit and holding a long double bladed sword that hums softly in his hand. He stands just over 6’ with short neat blond hair and strong Germanic features.

“What ever you are here for you will pay for with your life whore.” He states, but you can’t help but notice his eyes flow over the length of your body.

Your eyes quickly survey the room and as your eyes spot an open case with a nondescript looking tablet computer inside, the info from the file is called up in the corner of your vision telling you that this is what you seek. With a little smirk you call to him, “Sorry love, I would love to dance longer but I was but I was paid to retrieve that prototype and I plan to leave with it.” His jaw tightens betraying his **** as he dives forward with a powerful thrust meant to impale you. You attempt to slap away the blade with one of your daggers as you twist and bring the other toward his neck. However the strength of his thrust is so great you are **** to use both blades in a scissor like motion to drive the blow aside. He uses that moment to let loose of the sword with one hand and catches you with a powerful blow to your midsection. Thankfully the coat, and your armored skin take the blow but once again you are sent sliding across the room. “Not nice.” You say coyly and unleash an attack of your own. You dive to him to get in close where your daggers have the advantage and twice you are able to cut into his jacket sending fine threads falling to the floor, but sadly once again you are pushed away as you are **** to avoid an upward strike that almost takes off your face. The two of you keep up this dance for a few more minutes, you are never quite able to land a damaging strike, and while you are able to keep his blade off of you, the **** of his blows are beginning to tire you out.

The salty taste of sweat hits your lips as another factor enters the equation. Suddenly the wall where the smg bullets pounded earlier erupts with sparks and fire sending both of you leaping apart in mutual defense. Luck is apparently on your side and you pick the tablet off the table. However he stands in front of the only exit you know to be safe. Throwing caution to the wind you slam through the door behind you and you enter a large room that apparently is the remainder of this floor. Your eyes instantly scan the room and see 15 guards much like the two in the last room as well as feeling the German breathing down your neck. As you run the guards open fire much as you thought they would and you see the German dive to the floor so as not to be caught in the streams meant for you. You are across the room in an instant and with practiced ease your daggers are returned to their sheathes on your thighs as you draw your massive pistol. A single shot is all it takes to cause the window to explodes outward and you sail out the window 50 stories off the pavement. The wind rushing up your coat over your new body causes your nipples to thrust against the leather of your coat as you apparently fall to your ****. However just as your inner computer told you, the tiny glider wing attached to the back of your tiny backpack activates and you silently descend into what your internal computer tells you is the area of the city known as the combat zone. You take a moment to scan the tablet and just as you suspected you find a tiny transmitter attached to it. Knowing they know where you are you realize you may have to find a place to hide.

Two blocks later you see some possible means of escape.

To the left ahead you see what looks like a brothel.
To the right and down the street the lights of a 24hr. food shack has several motorcycles parked in front.
In the distance ahead you see several residential units.
Or several buildings around seem vacant but your ears tell you are far from unoccupied.