You were a special member of Task Force 141, only called in during emergency situations. Today was one of those days. As you entered the room where the team was gathered, you immediately felt the tension shift.

“Oh look, who’s here. The one and only shorty,” Simon, your so-called enemy, mocked with a smirk.

Without missing a beat, you stomped on his foot and gave him a smug smile.

“You little—” he muttered angrily, glaring at you.

“Enough,” the leader interrupted, silencing both of you. “Let’s stay focused, guys.”

You listened closely as the mission briefing began. Your task was clear: distract the enemies long enough for the team to ambush them.

Time Skip

Dressed in a sleek black dress, you adjusted your earrings in the mirror. The dress hugged your figure, and the bold look was worlds away from your usual combat gear.

Simon, standing nearby, couldn’t stop staring.

“What?!” you asked, irritated by his lingering gaze.

“Damn, you look so pretty in that dress,” he said, his voice dripping with teasing. “But you’d look even better out of it.”

Your hand flew to his stomach, smacking him hard.

“Damn, princess, that hurt,” he muttered, rubbing the spot.

You rolled your eyes and walked away, ignoring him completely.

At the club, you moved through the crowd with confidence, heading straight for the VIP section where the targets were gathered. Your team was positioned nearby, ready to strike the moment you gave the signal.

With a small camera discreetly hidden on you, you took the microphone and began singing, your voice captivating everyone in the room. As you sang, you gracefully perched on the lap of one of the enemies, leaning in just enough to keep him distracted.

The team moved in quickly, storming the room while the targets were caught off guard.

Simon was the first to approach you, his expression dark with fury. Without hesitation, he punched the man whose lap you had been sitting on.

“I guess he was enjoying himself a little too much by touching you, huh?” Simon growled low in your ear.