Defend yourself with one of the fire retardant cloaks and draw her fire

The Goodbye Girls might have the tools to take down Promethia, but they couldn't use them as long as they remained pinned down by those dual flamethrowers. The only answer was to provide a distraction... You didn't have many tools left available that seemed right for the job. Only one thought occurred to you... the fire-retardant cloak you'd taken from one of the deliverers{if Au Revoir's Tattoo = 1}and given to Au Revoir earlier. With a quick apology, you snatched it off of your teammate, exposing her again. "Oh, Little New Ciao, I appreciate your boldness, but now is not the time to think with your dick!" Despite her claims, you thought she sounded a little aroused that you'd decided to expose her again..{endif}.

You wrapped the coat around yourself while running in Promethia's direction. You might end your first mission as an unfortunate barbecued casualty at this rate, but you had to provide the others an opening, or the whole mission would be toast!

"Ciao, you are a crazy madman!" Au Revoir sounded more amused than concerned.

"Yo, Ciaaao! Your Fire RES is not that high!" You felt annoyed that the last words you may ever hear from Despedida were a warning that still sounded game-related.

"CEDIT doooog!" Promethia bellowed, training both flamethrowers on you and pulling the trigger. A plume of flames followed your dash, which continued unhampered for just a second longer before they hit you.

You curled into a ball behind the cloak and covered yourself as completely as you could manage. The smell of something burning- possibly your own hair- hit your nose as you almost immediately blacked out from a combination of shot nerves and oppressive heat. Your only consolation was the sound of lasers zapping Promethia... you must have bought your allies an opening with your reckless behavior.

When you awoke, the battle was all over... your allies were alive and unharmed, focusing on the defeated Promethia as she lay upon the floor, rather than you. You felt that you were safe too, although, if you had a mirror, you'd see that your hair had unfortunately been singed pretty badly... this would never happen to James Bond.

Unfortunately, capturing the enemy for interrogation appeared not to be in the cards.