At the rooftops of Tokyo. You were heavily wounded by an assassin with a shot to your left shoulder. As you somehow removed the bullet and patched yourself up. You saw the person responsible appear right in front of you! She looked obese and not at all fit for this kind of work. Evident in her heavy breathing

“Sucks to be you, man. But..”

She huffed and puffed as she aimed her right hand-transformed rifle at you

“A job's a job. Hooh. Hahhh...”

She fell face first on the floor. She passed out and her hand transformed back to normal. It must’ve been because she ran too much. You were saved by the blubber