After supposedly being given an order by whoever was on the other side of the comm, Harley notices the agent's disturbed face turned into one of determination, with Harley instantly recognizing what she's about to do thanks to all of her past years of training to become a psychiatrist to help the mentally ill which included lessons on what a person is about to do based on the look on their face. While that past life of her died long ago when she met her Puddin, She still knew partially knew when someone was about to throw themselves out into the line of duty.
Harley then watches as the agent peers around the corner once more at the ongoing orgy and begins to seemingly analyze everything in the room, from the girls getting fucked from the futa's themselves fucking the girls, How well-armed everyone is in the room, every exit and entrance point, any windows that might lead to any other soldiers sneaking in a peek and seeing what's going on, how many lights are in the room, and everything that might benefit or dis-benefit her.
"Don't do it tight tits, My girls are very well trained," Harley tells the agent, somehow expecting a response when she was nothing else than just a simple spectator watching over her dream. Harley continues to watch as the agent lets out a deep breath and activates her wrist gauntlets as they begin to glow with some sort of blue electricity. "Don't try it." Harley warns last time as the agent finally readies herself.
The Agent then takes one final deep breath rounds the corner, determination, and a history of training and discipline leading up to this moment evident in her eye as she rounds the corner and...
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