Faulty fatigues

So, the hostages are on the top floor, Caveira thought to herself as she duck walked around the side of a house. She looked up when she heard the sound of barricades being set up.

I should probably go in through the basement and work my way up.

She continued walking around the house until she came to a boarded up basement door. She held her ear up to the barricade, listened, then broke through. When she got into the basement, she paused, then looked around.

So far, so good, she thought.

When Caveira saw that the coast was clear, she crouched back down. She cringed when she heard a loud tearing sound come from behind her.

Merda! She cursed to herself as she felt around the huge tear in the seat of her pants. She bit her lip when she remembered her choice of underwear; black, lace cheekies with skulls on them.

She blushed, but was also frustrated that she couldn’t let out her anger, since that would blow her cover for sure.