Sexy party needs party supplies!

You've made it about halfway through the way when Fox athletically straightens up and bumps you on the top of your head with one fist.

"Hey, stop at the next Stuffer Shack! We're going to need some supplies for the party", she tells you.

You nod and swat her ass again. She relaxes back on your shoulder. Her short skirt does a very poor job of covering her womanly bits, as it has ridden halfway up her butt and she's not wearing any underwear, but based on the looks of the few passers-by, no-one is inclined to complain. Though maybe your massive monster outlook has something to do with it, as well. You're too horny to think about this too deeply.

As luck would have it, you encounter a Stuffer Shack® and stop. You put Fox down, brush some dust off your clothes and open the door for her.

"And they say chivalry is dead", Fox mockingly exclaims as she steps inside. You grin and follow her in. In your eagerness, you forgot to use your radar to ping the inside.

Which would have been very useful, as there is a robbery taking place, right now, right here.

"FREEZE MOTHERFUCKERS!"

A gangly punk shouts at you, wielding a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun. His mohawk is electric blue and stands impressively tall. His leather outfit would fit right in Mad Max and almost makes you laugh out loud, but the shotgun pointed at your face kinda sets a damper on the mood. Unfortunately, he is not alone. The second gangbanger - you guess, as they are wearing fairly similar leather get-ups in what you think are gang colors - is pointing his shotgun at two customers lying flat on the floor. A third is busy stuffing soy-beer cans into a duffel bag while a fourth is rummaging through the snack shelf. A fifth, biggest of them, is busy with the skinny gal in Stuffer Shack uniform, trying simultaneously to grope her boobs, drop his pants and get his hand inside hers.

You pause for a moment, weighing your options. Unfortunately, they are a bit limited at the moment. You're not sure if you can get Fox off the direct line-of-fire quickly enough and you also doubt your ability to take down the hostage-watcher before he kills one or both of them. But you sure as hell aren't getting prone on the floor.

"Hey, boys, don't mind us, we can shop somewhere else", Fox starts, trying to defuse the situation but the punk is having none of it, now that he's had a good look at her goods.

"Shut the fuck up bitch! Get down on your knees!" He shouts, waving the shotgun around in a lazy circle. Your enhanced eyes are picking up plenty of clues: this guy is hopped up on something wicked. Probably whatever is the latest amphetamine-based street fashion ****. Meaning that the others are as high as kites as well. Which tells you that there is no negotiating with them.

"Hey take it easy, okay? I'll do whatever you want baby, no need to get hostile, okay?" Fox continues, keeping her hands slightly up, palms towards the punk as she takes a couple of steps to the side, leaving an open firing line between you and the punk. She then makes a great act of getting down on her knees, while - almost magically - her corset-top plops open, revealing her perfect breasts for all to see.

The reaction is everything you had hoped for. Every member of the street gang looks at her, mesmerized. Which is exactly the opening you need.

Your hand is a blur as it brings up the shotgun-kitted **** rifle. The 12-gauge blast must sound loud as thunder in the confined space but your cyber ears effortlessly filter it out. The punk wasn't wearing any body armor as his torso is shredded open and he starts falling backward, his brain not having had time to even register what happened. You, on the other hand, are swinging the rifle up and fire a burst at the hostage-watcher just as his attention is changing from Fox to you. The three rounds hit him square in the chest. Not having time to admire your handiwork, you scan to the right and shoot at the snack-thief, who is trying to dodge between the shelves. Your first shot hits him in the back of his head, though the second and third round wrecks the top shelf, sending salty chips flying. The beer-thief must be made out of greased lightning, as he has vanished.

Which leaves the wannabe-****, one hand in his victims pants, the other inside her shirt. Just as you're about to pop him, a knife hits him in the trachea. You don't have time to thank Fox for her uncanny throwing skill, as one punk is still unaccounted for. You use your radar and, sure enough, the punk is at the back door already. Running after him, you see him get the door open and jump outside. By the time you get there, he is long gone, vanished into the shadows.

Returning inside, Fox is calming the attendant who is blabbering "thank you"s in a near-hysteric manner. The other two hostages, an orc and a human, clothed in identical college jerseys, clap their hands at you.

"Hey bro, that was fucking awesome!" "Yeah bro, fucking A!" You nod at them, not sure how to handle the situation.

The attendant - her name tag says Marcie - explains that she got off the silent alarm when the punks came in and police will be here "shortly". Both Fox and you snort at that, as you're still in the bad neighborhood and they never showed up for the firefight at the brothel.

"Hey, we were about to buy some party snacks, do you mind serving us?" Fox asks Marcie but the attendant is having none of it.

"Just grab whatever you want and forget about paying! I'll just say that the runner got away with it", she explains.

That works for you, so you grab the abandoned duffel bag, already filled with three six-packs of beer, and go along the aisles with Fox. A collection of snacks is soon added, as is a trideo-disc promising to be an entertainingly bad Kung-Fu film. Fox gets a good rise out of you when she throws in two tubes of strawberry-scented lube. That's going to be fun.

"Hey bro, can we, like, hire you?" "Yeah bro, we got a sweet gig for you, bro!"

You exchange looks with Fox. What the hell, right?

"What's the gig and how much does it pay?" You ask in your best no-bullshit voice.

"Sweet bro, sweet!" "Hell yeah bro, awesome" The douchebags high-five each other. The orc sends a commlink request at you. You decline and tell him to just send you a message containing the details.

"Sure bro! Awesome!" "Fuck yeah bro, this is gonna be so fucking amazing!"

You are starting to reconsider saving their lives - killing them might be a civil service, but Fox pulls you out of the store. Marcie waves goodbye at the two of you.

"Can you believe those idiots?" You ask outside, as you resume walking towards the hideout.

"Never turn down a prospective client before you get the details - money is money", Fox philosophies. You grunt, switch the duffel bag to your wounded hand and swoop Fox up again, putting her back on your shoulder and taking off.

"No more delays or anything girl, we're heading straight for the party!" You announce.