commanderShepard
This is my favorite store on the Citadel.
- Joined
- Apr 12, 2021
- Location
- United States
Satoru knew that she would outpace him. Not only did she have superior ware, but she had more recent training and use of her skills. To him, it was old muscle memory, like getting an instrument out of retirement to play again. But Mandy? She was a concert pianist in her prime, and tonight was her showcase performance. So he played catchup, and didn't mind one bit.
Mandy was a pleasure to watch. The way she moved was smooth and graceful, like a leopard on the hunt as it moved through the trees. She jumped and climbed and swung, that damned body suit showing him so much of her form that he could picture exactly what she would look like without it, right down to her sex. It was better than porn.
She took out the guard with expert precision, a reflex move for her. By the time he reached her, she was handing him the rifle. He accepted it, and began checking the safety, chamber, magazine, and sights with the practiced, fluid moves of someone intimately familiar with weapons like this one. Keeping it trained downwards, he followed her in the closer quarters, practically one hand on her back. They reached the roof and crouched.
He nodded his consent and understanding, still silent. He was a man of few words under the best of circumstances, but in a situation like this... death came on silent wings, after all.
Mandy was a pleasure to watch. The way she moved was smooth and graceful, like a leopard on the hunt as it moved through the trees. She jumped and climbed and swung, that damned body suit showing him so much of her form that he could picture exactly what she would look like without it, right down to her sex. It was better than porn.
She took out the guard with expert precision, a reflex move for her. By the time he reached her, she was handing him the rifle. He accepted it, and began checking the safety, chamber, magazine, and sights with the practiced, fluid moves of someone intimately familiar with weapons like this one. Keeping it trained downwards, he followed her in the closer quarters, practically one hand on her back. They reached the roof and crouched.
He nodded his consent and understanding, still silent. He was a man of few words under the best of circumstances, but in a situation like this... death came on silent wings, after all.