Watch how Tschau handles her search

With a begrudging growl, you told Milaslava to leave it on Tschau. Despedida had said she had everything under control after viewing all of the cameras in the facility... perhaps she'd hack that robot or something to secure her escape to the Gambit. Tschau, on the other hand, couldn't possibly know what she was in for! Even a master assassin such as her would probably have trouble under close watch by that many trained CEDIT agents.

The men on screen patted Tschau down as she watched them with a sour expression evident on what little of her face was revealed. When their hands patted metal around her legs, they told her that they were going to have to ask her to remove her hidden weapons. At this point, you were just waiting for the shoe to drop... There was no way Tschau would submit to that sort of treatment, right?

To your surprise, the miniature ninja closed her eyes and nodded her head, then began to quickly remove her tie. You thought even the Russian agents looked surprised to see her complying with their requests. In a matter of moments, she'd pulled loose the tie and set aside her suit's jacket, revealing the slender shoulders of her white dress shirt. Once she'd pulled free her belt from its loops, she untucked the tails of the shirt and began undoing the buttons down the front.

Gritting your teeth as you watched Tschau remove her sash, which held her all-important ninja sword in its scabbard, you asked Milaslava what she was planning to do to your agents.

"I'm not planning anything but to utilize them. That is all! We are members of the same organization, you and I... but we both know a thing or two about the secretive past of this particular agent, don't we? I'd like to see that she gives me a chance to make up for the wrongs CEDIT Russia committed in the past. I just want to be her handler for this one mission." The mature woman returned a smile that, far from generous, seemed to bely a more sinister intent than stealing Washington's agents. "Should I leave my brother's capture to you, a rookie handler who allows his team to be split up and detained? Ha ha ha!" She tilted her head slightly, resting it near her shoulder so that you could see her sneer around the sole of her black boot on the desk.

To your surprise, it really did look like Tschau was going all the way. She'd removed her shirt, revealing a black sports bra. At the prodding of the other CEDIT agents, she pulled that up as well, revealing small, pink-tipped, pale breasts, just a little better than flat. The agents gathered around... most of them were still wearing those unfeeling frowns, but others among them had adopted lecherous smiles. These guys were definitely perpertrators of the kinds of injustice that Tschau had vowed to wipe out. You worried for their health... and your own, once Milaslava saw her men begin getting slaughtered. It sounded like you were plenty expendable here.

One of the men on-screen spoke in Russian, then tapped the waist of her pants with the unlit tip of his stun baton.

"I don't take those off." The ninja's answer was terse and cold.

The guy returned a long "hoooo?" This time, he lit the baton, then swiped it in a fast arc towards the curve of Tschau's bottom.

Before it could connect, it went flying from his hand. Some sort of blade had pinned the man's wrist to the floor of the facility, dragging his entire arm down so that his shoulder crunched painfully against the floor. In the next moment, all hell broke loose, with soldiers readying their firearms and attempting to take aim at the nimbly moving ninja, as she spun through the air delivering a series of martial arts kicks to onlookers. You recognized now that they were firing tranq darts... That would explain why they were all going safety off, trying to score a hit on your agent. You gulped, hoping against hope that Tschau could clear the room of its officers and then come to rescue you... As you glanced across the table, you could see Milaslava grinning wider. What did that grin mean? Was she just a sadist, anticipating watching Tschau fall, even despite her great skill?

To your amazement, it looked like Tschau was avoiding lethal (or even potentially lethal) blows altogether, hopping from crane kick into axe-handle kick seamlessly to dispatch one agent after another. You were almost feeling sorry for them, as their numbers dwindled down to ten. One of them prepared one of the net launchers you'd seen earlier, then fired it in her direction. With a blindingly quick motion, she grabbed her sash and drew her sword, cutting the net in half so that it fell uselessly in two halves around herself. "Don't insult me with weapons like that... Leave subduing targets to the real professionals..."

The girl brought a few more kunai out from inside the narrow waistband of her slacks, then sent them flying, knocking guns from the hands of the assaulting agents en masse. Once they were disarmed, Tschau ran in, while the net-carrier desperately reloaded his weapon, sending agents flying with painful cracks of her legs against their unprotected sides. Finally, seeing his defeat, the tenth man dropped his net launcher and stuck both hands in the air, surrendering loudly and in Russian. Tschau kicked him aside the head regardless, sending him skidding across the floor with some form of concussion. Finally, she reset her sports bra back across her modest chest, then head backwards, presumably to the room where you'd ended up. She left her suit jacket, tie, and the rest where it had fallen next to the first security officer.

As the two bodyguards watched in horror, Milaslava clapped her hands eagerly, creating the sound of metal slapping on flesh. "Ha ha ha ha! Ooooh, to think CEDIT Russia ever lost this one! I would like to try my hand against her! But no... I suppose your agent has proven she doesn't need a handler at all. Makes you think, doesn't it?" The woman smirked in your direction.

You were too confused to even answer. Part of you was shocked to see how easily Tschau had handled all of those Russian agents... She'd even managed to hold herself back from killing them. The undue humiliation hadn't provoked her either. You saw that she was trying her absolute best to avoid creating a CEDIT-on-CEDIT engagement... in that light, it was hard to remember that you'd ever mistrusted her.

Beyond that, your confusion was mostly for Milaslava's behavior. It was almost as though she'd expected Tschau to break free from that trap and head back to this office. You supposed you'd know in a moment... it didn't look like the bodyguards, nor their general, planned to open fire on you just yet.