drop his gun

When your beat, your beat

He deciced to surredent, maybe he could make and escape, or knock the guns out of thier hand

He dropped his weapons and came out with his hands up. The 3 sex fembots sorrounded him

They took of his trench coat and check his weapons. They tied his hands

"The boss going to LOVE the prize we got" One of them said as they felt you up

they giggled like school girls

One nibbled you ear