Red Star

A huge screen turns on and Red Star appears, a Russian superwoman with incredible strength, speed, flight, and not the least of which, beauty. She was a bio weapon for the commies, but turned rogue to live a life of crime all of her own. She’s built like a goddess, complete with a good hundred+ pounds of pure Russian muscle, a long red ponytail over one shoulder and a black bodysuit with a hammer and sickle over her breasts, a slot in the middle bearing some cleavage. Her bare biceps are the size of basket balls.

“Didn’t know she was on your payroll,” you say in surprise. You’ve seen some footage of her on the news, and she was a heavy hitter. While you doubt she’s stronger than you overall, it’s unsettling how close she could be.
“She’s not,” says Mid Knight. “She’s hitting downtown right now. We’ve got the firepower to bring her down, but first, we’d like to see how you handle the situation.”
You nod and start to float off. “On it. Be ready to be impressed.”