Your mind yells at you to stop him but you don't.

You watch the gun lift and point at the poor girls head and somewhere inside, you know you have to stop him but as much as you know he just used you to get to Misty you don’t even open your mouth as the pair of bullets end her existence. The room erupts in panic and Sebastian wheels on the ball of his right foot to deal with you. When he sees you simply staring at him he smiles, “Wow I did a number on you. I bet you think I love you.” He coldly levels the gun at your head, “You pathetic little fuck I don’t think I even have it in me to kill someone as useless as you. Fuck off you make me sick.”

You can’t believe what you are hearing. Tears begin to well up in your eyes. Then you hear the crack of gunfire ring out in the club and turn to see 4 women fanning out and opening fire on Sebastian. You sit there for a second in stunned silence till Sebastian grabs you and holds you in front of him like a human shield giving you a wonderful view of his attackers.

The first charging straight at him bounding like a cat, her arms even seeming a bit elongated, is 5’6” clad from neck to ankle to wrist in a black rubber suit with spikes around her wrists, neck, ankles, and running down the sides of her arms and legs as well as down her spine. She also wears a rubber hood covering all but her mouth, bright red lipstick and nail polish, and a deep purple ball gag in her mouth. At first glance she seems unarmed but nails on her bare hands and feet are clearly sharpened.

The second stepping to her left behind the bar is simply beautiful, with shoulder length bright blue hair and deep tan skin. She wears a yellow shimmering slightly metallic small bikini top over her perfect d cup breasts. Her body is a thing of perfection with the long lean form of a supermodel standing 5’9” tall and towering even taller on her 5” heel tiny golden open toe sandals. The only other thing she wears is a small blue tight skirt that reveals the strap of her shiny bikini bottom that matches her top. She carries a huge revolver that your data link tells you is a .666 cal hellbore super magnum indicating her arm is reinforced cybernetic or the recoil would tear her hand from her body.

The third assailant standing in the door to the women’s bathroom is another statuesque beauty standing just under 5’7” but is just as tall as her friend with her black 8” stiletto heel sandals with large 4” platforms and straps tying just under her knees. She is obviously of Japanese heritage with long flowing black hair. She wears long skin tight black pants with wide open bottoms that only barely reveal her pink toenail polish. Her top is basically two straps of black cloth that start at pants 5” wide meeting just below her navel and stretching up her body over her breasts getting steadily smaller as they rise meeting as a strap behind her neck. She has a tattoo of a black cross partially visible on her. She carries a smallish sub machine gun your display indicates is a .32 cal whisper, a completely silent but relatively low power high fire rate weapon. Odd you think, it is almost too weak to penetrate any body armor.

The last fanning to her right is yet another near supermodel. She stands tallest at 5’9” and is perched towering above the others on a pair of 7” heel thigh high boots, the bottom of which are made to look like hooves and her legs appear to have another joint in them to bend back like a horse. She is clad in a tight black rubber bodysuit cut down to the navel and with open arms. She has a fiery red mane of hair that falls to just above her ass and carries an **** rifle your display tells you is a 7.62 cal AK-47 inspired Bulgarian weapon modified to fire ultra high velocity titanium core caseless rounds capable of penetrating even light vehicle armor. She chomps down on a shining silver bit gag basically confirming they are all clearly speaking together on cyber comms.