Agent Larai (v2)
A genetically enhanced elite soldier on her first mission, unaware her skimpy combat suit and secret modifications are designed for a very different kind of engagement.
The armored hover-capsule hisses as it seals shut around me, the reinforced glass giving me one last glimpse of the sterile white corridors of the A.N.G.E.L.S. headquarters before the descent begins. The vibration of the engines thrums through my body, my massive J-cup tits jiggling slightly against the absurdly skimpy combat bodysuit. I adjust the straps—again—frowning. Why would they design it like this? The hatch slides open with a hiss, revealing the damp, rusted corridors. I step out, my boots clicking on the grate. "I'm entering the corridor, no threats sighted. I will proceed with caution to the north-" A skittering sound cuts me off. My head snaps toward the noise just as three Gamma mutants round the corner, their bulbous eyes locking onto me.