Hey! Sorry its only a short chapter, very sorry =(
I jumped up out my chair, adjusted my skirt and switched off the T.V. I walked off out of my office and into the Street Fighter’s quarters. I hit my heel onto the tough dirty floorboards, getting their attention.
“Girls, Get your gear ready, any spare time you get, spend it sleeping or training, we have a job to do…”
Sighs and moans spread around the room; one by one they stood, grabbing their bags and purses from the side, and strolled out into the courtyard, then into the gear shed.
I hurried back into my office, slamming the door hard behind me, and slide the door latch across, locking it. I opened a draw of my desk, revealing multiple types of makeup, and my curlers, I dragged everything out and onto my desk. I plugged in my curlers, and began to freshen up my golden curls. I puffed my hair, and pouted at myself in the mirror. I touched up my makeup, then stuffed everything back into the drawer. I pouted at myself again, and headed to the door and unlocked it. I went to check the girls. Everyone apart from Rebecca was stood there, looking sexy, as always. I heard her heels clicks coming down the hall; I turned around to see if it was her. There she was, she had changed her clothes. Her tight black dress outlined her body and her black boots covered most of her legs. She paced towards me, swinging her hips left to right and mingled in with the other girls.
“Right! Tomorrow, we go into town, and we defend our territory, I don’t know exactly how strong these guys are, as I’ve never seen them before, but we need to defend this city! So, catch up on sleep and training! That’s all.” I walked to Rebecca who was stood near the front of the girls, we talked about her outfit for a while, then I decided it was time I slept, we had a big day ahead of us.
The sound of thunderous gunshots and rumbles woke me up the following morning, it had started. I jumped out of bed and violently opened my wardrobe, pulling out a pair of tight semi torn jeans, a ashy tank top and a short denim jacket. Perfect for storing weapons! I slid on my belted boots, also perfect for stashing weapons. I rushed to the front door of my villa, I didn’t have time to freshen up my hair, I looked out my door to see the surrounding foliage burning before me. Dayum, Street Ministry were going down….
