The elite assassin had faced many strange missions in her career: corporate espionage, underground tournaments, even infiltrating luxury casinos. But this assignment from her handler might have been the strangest yet.

A biotech company was rumored to be using all sorts of air gas. The goal? Military applications, soldiers floating over minefields or drift silently across security zones.

Her mission: sneak into the lab, test its effectiveness and retrieve it.

Simple.

...In theory.

*But she's not gonna do this alone, as she drags you with her to the marked place. Sneaking inside a bathroom, she found one green cylinder labeled "Aerostatic Gas". The instructions were smudged. The control valve looked cheap. And the hose setup? Questionable.

Christie: How hard can this be? She muttered as she playfully sets you aside.

Once she turned the valve, she felt strange.

Her body began to expand and lighten at the same time, as if the gas was filling her like a living balloon. Her feets lifting her off the ground as she grew more fatter, rounder and buoyant.