Victory!

Hannah stood over her defeated opponents. She felt good. Better than good, she felt great. She felt no fear when they pointed their guns at her, she felt no concern over having trespassed on private property and she hardly cared about the injuries she caused. All she felt was the rush of power in her veins. The lightning in her blood. She was a super human.

Sirens echoed in the night. Steadily, they grew louder.

It was in that moment that Hannah realized she was standing naked in a wide open truck yard. Whatever the super human transformation had done to her brain wasn't enough to override a lifetime of living by societies standards, she was once again concerned with being seen in a state of undress.

First she tried to cover her chest, but it only took a moment before she was groping herself. God damn, I think I went up two cups! A wide grin covered her face as she stared down at her new form. The blue haired woman kneaded and jiggled her tits before running her hands down her body.

The sirens grew louder.

Fuck, focus! You're here for a job. She turned back to the garage, her jaw dropped. The building was a raging inferno. The arcs of power from her body had started several small fires that had since spread out of control. The crates the thugs had unloaded added to the bonfire and her camera was certainly melted. She considered trying to run in and find something to salvage, but the exploding gas tank of a van convinced her otherwise.

"Oh shit." The gravity of the situation was starting to dawn on her. All of her pictures had been destroyed along with whatever Black Bull Shipping had thought to transport at night under armed guard. She had no money, no phone and no clothes.

Wait a minute... Hannah pondered her situation. I do have clothes!