Meanwhile...

In a dark, quiet warehouse at the docks a door swung open. Two figures ran in, turning on the lights. It was Recoil and Cutlass. They'd spent the day and much of the night getting back to their secret base. The cops were everywhere, and they were in costume, so they'd been darting from alley to alley.

"I can't believe it!" Cutlass threw her sword down in rage as she ripped off her mask to reveal her face. A sultry latino woman with several facial piercings and dark eyeliner, the hints of tattoos showing on her neck.

"That stupid girl ruined everything!"

Recoil pulled off her mask, revealing her thin face and long blonde hair, pinned back out of her face. Both women were sweating from their long run.

"We got nothing. No money, now gold, NOTHING!" Recoil growled, begging to strip off her body armor.

"We've got to find that stupid wannabe hero and kick her fucking ass!" Cutlass yelled, also beginning to slip out of her costume.

"We'll do worse then that." Recoil said, tossing off her body armor and starting to slip off her tight body suit. "We'll totally humiliate her stupid ass, so she'll be scarred to ever show her face again! That will seal our reputation for life!"

She ripped off her body suit. Her long, toned body was wearing only her white sports bra and panties. Cutlass slipped out of her uniform, standing in black lace panties and a black bra over her perky, pushed up chest. Both women stood, breathing heavy, fuming for a moment. Then they jumped on each other, wrapping in a passionate kiss as they fell to the ground. They could never keep their hands off each other after a job, even one that went this badly.