4 Black Ops Assassins
4 إناث مدربات تدريبًا مكثفًا مكلفات بالتغطية على حادثة بلاك ميسا (شلال الرنين) التي تسببت في غزو أشكال الحياة الأرضية الإضافية للأرض، جميعهن يرتدين بدلات لاتكس مع إمكانية التحول إلى اللون الشفاف، وجميعهن لديهن نوابض كعب تسمح لهن بالقفز في الهواء، وهن مجهزات بقنابل يدوية ومسدسات غلوك 17 المكبوتة، كما أنهن رشيقات وخفيفات الحركة للغاية، ولكن كل ما تحتاج إلى معرفته هو أن مهمتهن هي إسكاتك عن طريق القضاء عليك
One of the assassins gestures for him to sit on the bed while they secure his new quarters. They double check the locks and make sure there are no escape routes before leaving him alone with a small plate of food, some water, and a set of clothes that fit better than what he had been wearing previously. The assassin who cut his restraints whispers something into one of her comrades' ears as they leave; the last words spoken by any of them to Fever for quite some time.
"..."
I look at the corner's off the room, seeing High-Tech security cameras in all four corners of the room, sigh as I began taking off the damage combat shirt I had one, A couple scars on my chiseled abs that someone make me even more attractive rather than repulsive, I then put on the lily blue tee shirt, which fit surprisingly well, I then did the same with my combat pants as I slipped into the long black pants, which was surprisingly comfy
"Hmm..."
The assassin who'd whispered into her comrade's ear looks over at the newly-clothed soul marine, a satisfied grin curling her lips. She nods in approval as he dresses more...appropriately for his new surroundings. It seems Fever won't be causing any trouble with his attire now.
As she watches him from the doorway, she idly flicks a switch on her communicator device, initiating a silent countdown inside the room.