They Need To Be Silenced.

You smile deviously to yourself thinking, "It's amazing how a few nice words can lower an idiots guard without a fight. It's a shame they couldn't just join and live wealthy successful lives in my empire where they would have been treated like Kings... Now they'll have to die as forgotten nobody's that no one cares about." You send your new recruits away telling them they have the day to themselves but need to be prepared to begin operations tomorrow. They thank you and disperse leaving you to your thoughts... Or so you thought. Your scans reveal constant female hormones around the room but you see nothing, you switch to infared and have your target before you. She seems to register the fact that you see her and uncloacks giving you a delicious view of her naked form. She is about 4'9" tall with Raven black hair reaching to her shoulders, has the lithe muscular stature (including a six pack) of a fitness nut, her breast size is between an A and a B, her vagina is smooth with no trace of hair, and has a very firm and tight butt that doesn't have a molecule of fat on it (honestly you don't see where any fat could be on her with how built she is). Your scans reveal a cloaking device in her hand, it's small and portable but the main problem is that it's an older model which could not conceal clothing which is why she is naked before you. Pointing to her hand you say, "You know the "Phantom" model is much better then the "Ghost" model you are carrying, not only does it have the ability to cloak your clothes as well as your physical form but it also would have made it more difficult for me to find you with my infared scans. Don't get me wrong I'm greatly enjoying the view of your nublie and lithe body but I need to know who you are and why you decided to sneak in to speak to me without the others noticing." You may sound calm and charismatic when speaking to her but deep down you are unnerved by her presence, your scans (even from the black market data base) know nothing of her origins; no name, no age, no birth certificate, no nothing (fuck and you thought you were dead to the world). She seems to be analyzing you, commiting every detail of you to memory with such keen precision that you already feel **** even with your new augmentations, sensing that she knows all your weak points. You don't need scans to tell you this woman is dangerous, your instinct alone caught onto that much. After a long tense silence she looks into your eyes with that deep penetrating gaze she used to analyze you and asks, "Are you afraid of me?" Her tone was cold and calculated, the question on its own catching you off guard. How do you respond to such a blunt question from a complete stranger who's goals are unknown to you?