No rest for the weary

It is a dingy little one room apartment. Bad lighting, old carpets, musty smell, the whole bit. Nothing to set it apart from any of the other million crummy apartments in the city. You stumble over to the cracked leather couch and flop down. I’ve been exhausted after a mission before but god damn... You suddenly had a newfound respect for prostitutes. I wonder if there is a support group for survivors of genetically-engineered super-cocks? Your pelvis is still aching from the pounding that fat fuck gave you. You reach down and gingerly touch your sensitive lower lips. Somehow this dislodges another glob of cum that slips down your thigh and onto the couch. You’re too tired to care much.

Your eyelids droop and you are close to dozing off when an annoying buzzing disturbs you. It takes a moment for your brain to realize what’s happening. Then a burst of adrenaline makes you jerk up. Since this wasn’t the body of an actual intelligence agent, they hadn’t modified it much. They had, however, place a tiny, untraceable implant that could communicate simple messages. There was a pattern in the buzzing. You listen close and it soon becomes clear that things have gone completely FUBAR. Ishikawa had been detected before completing his mission. His current status was unknown. Shit! Ishikawa you fuck up! As much as you’d like to pass out for about twenty-four hours, you’ve now got work to do.

You stand and make your way to the closet. There is nothing inside but a few hangars. You place your hand in the designated spot and wait, hoping the techs had remembered to add Yozora’s fingerprints to the database. To your vast relief, they have. If they hadn’t, you’d have still been obliged to try and break into Yoshida’s building using nothing but your wits and your new titties.

A secret compartment slides open, revealing a silver suitcase. You take it and walk back to the couch. Inside there is a stealth suit, a compact gun made of plastic composites rather than medal, a key for a car, a small EMP and a few other useful things for breaking and entering. You take a hurried shower-unwilling to pull on a skintight suit with dried semen all over your body-and then dress. You secure the gun and the rest and then head outside. A little ways away, a small, dark blue car waits. You unlock it a slide into the driver’s seat.