A malicious thought ran through Glory Gal's head. She didn't know here it came from, but it carried a very compulsive message: Abandon the stupid little twat. The girl was a gangster's daughter. She was probably a lying, cheating little cunt who would betray her at the first opportunity. Why bother saving her? Then, Glory Gal's eyes strayed to the camera. Goddammit. If she abandoned the girl, it would look bad on tape.
Suddenly, she had an idea. She slipped her hands slightly back towards her ass, and pressed two buttons on the belt that she wore on her waist. Two small metal cartridges dropped into her hands, gifts from, her good friend 51-ICE. With a flick of her wrists, the charges sailed forward and detonated. They were special EMP type grenades, designed to fry electronics. With two identical blue blasts, the grenades detonated. Sparks flew, and the camera almost exploded, resorting to having the lens shatter instead. All the detonators began to hiss and smoke, rendered useless.
Glory gal blew a kiss to the director, and then leaped back out the window, a cry of "Have fun!" trailing behind her. |