You find a few things.

Moments later you see something that you can't imagine how it would possibly do anything, a black fishnet long sleeve crop top shirt. Quickly you slip it on to see how it feels. It falls to just about the bottom of your ribcage leaving your stomach exposed, and has a jersey style somewhat wide neckline. It is wonderfully soft and doesn't really conceal anything, yet on further inspection, it seems that each strand of the netting is some kind of wire covered in cloth because as you rub it you see it doesn't stretch as much as you would have guessed, and with a flick of your fingernail blades you find that you can't seem to cut it either. Looking at the tag you see it is listed as bullet proof also, yet not rated very high against impact. If the tag can be believed the fibers are new smart fibers that close in together and become rigid if a bullet or other projectile comes in contact with even a single strand, making it effective against anything over .17mm wide, or just about any bullet or blade. “Nice, this is great. Now I just need a bikini top to wear under it so I don't look quite so slutty, a nice pair of pants, and some shoes.”

The clerk steps back over just then, “Honey, your tits are still showing. You sure you don't want to rethink the bra?”

“Ya, I know, I agree. I'll get that in a second. I need a great pair of pants and shoes too.”

“Well the shoes are right over here, the pants over there.” She points each out and as the shoes are closer you step over there and within a few seconds you have a pair that looks perfect. “Oh, those are nice. What size are you?” The look you give her says enough and she simply stares at your feet for a couple of seconds, “Size 6 no problem I'll be right back have a seat.” She heads back into the back room and leaves you there looking around.

“Cool.” You smile as you spot another cool pair of shoes. They are a pair of black glossy open toe pumps with a somewhat thick ankle strap with a slightly big buckle with each hole of the strap looking like a little rivet hole. Scooping up one of the shoes on the counter you smile again as you see it is a size 6. Holding it in your hand you can tell it has roughly 7” thin heels and a 2” platform that is tapered a bit so it slopes back from the toe. Plopping down on the bench you figure you might as well try them on. Standing on them presents no problem, almost like you had worn heels this high all your life. Running your hands over your sexy long legs as you find a mirror, you can't help but grin ear to ear, “I should really put on some more clothes or people are going to think I am a total whore.” Giving your nipples a tweak you turn to look across the store as you suddenly realize you are all alone. “Miss, where did you go?” You call out as you head back toward the stock room where she went now quite a while ago you realize. As you get to the open door leading to the back you spot something that brings about a moment of panic, an ever growing pool of blood. “Oh my god, what happened are you ok?” You call out and race over to see if she needs help. As you round the corner you see a man with what looks like a smoking .45 with a long tubular barrel that your computer lets you know is a silencer. “Fuck!” You scream as he looks up and sees you standing there. He lets a shot fly at your head, but your reflexes kick back to full **** the second your adrenaline starts pumping and you are out of the path just as he yanks back the trigger. A series of 15 shots rip into the wall in a series of short whisper silent bursts, as he tries to track your movement back into the store. You hear him reloading just as you hit the doorway and know you need to make a decision now, run or take him out.