Sounds great.

“Nika.” You say and they each let you link into their coms and give your number, the girl’s name goes by Cheetah and the big dude Powder Keg, you get their numbers as well and the three of you decide to exchange dick pics which instantly feels silly but it is fun. You then use the sink to clean up then make your way out to your bike and fire it up. Tiny as you are you kinda feel bad ass speeding through the night air on a powerful motorcycle.

Your first stop yields you a pair of skin tight black fishnet leggings, a pink bikini, and ever so tiny black fishnet tank top. You tuck your cum stained clothes in your saddle bag and go to get a silencer. Turns out your guns don’t lend themselves to being silenced all that well and you end up dropping $2300 on a new upper for your rifle that changes it to a cool sounding internally silenced 9” fat barrel with a small slanted for grip that uses the same 20 round magazines, but with single stacked fat 11 x 25 mm rounds that are big hard hitting and slow enough to be nearly silent, giving 8 rounds per magazine. For this you buy 3 more magazines and load them all up with something called skull cracker rounds.

Loaded up and ready you make your way across town to the target building, parking about three blocks away. When you get off the bike you hit a button marked camouflage, and a hologram of a broken stove covers the bike. “Cool.” You say giggling.