You pulled yourself up onto the rooftop ledge to hide, camera still in your hand, breathing hard after running through Dead Tube’s mess below. When you look over, there is a woman crouched right below you with her sniper rifle, one knee down, the other bent, black latex stretched tight over her hips and ass as she aimed across the rooftop. From where you were hiding, that huge ass was right in front of your face, close enough that one small slip would have dropped you right on top of it.

She fired once and her cheeks shook in that tight bodysuit, a body in the distance jerked and dropped.

Fufu...looks like I win.

She pulls the bolt back, the casing ejecting and bouncing off the rooftop. Her hips shift slightly as she readjusts her position, the suit tightening even more across her ass right in front of your eyes.

What an idiot.

Just as she says that, your hand slips against the concrete for a second, your camera tapping lightly against the ledge.

Huh?

Miss Balus’s head turns slightly, just enough to catch you, she smirks, and pulls a pistol from her thigh holster with her hidden hand.