You point your little hand gun instinctivley know it's name and specifications despite never having even held a hand gun before. You notice your hands, smaller with thin delicate fingers and nails painted ruby red although somewhat scuffed up. You find this body strange and alien heavy in some places light in others, but faster and far more lithe than your previous form. But no time to examine yourself now the CIA mercs were comming! Barely aware of what you were doing, with a practiced movement you squeezed the trigger on the one to the right dropping him and then turning and doing the same with two more, while your friend blasted away at the others. You then drop to the ground detaching the heel at the soles your feet, and then tossing the left one of the road blocks destroying it in a bang! You then hop into the jeep yelling "hop in Arthur" barely noticing your alien voice and accent, and after he jumps in you drive full speed through the smoldering remnents of the road block with a police helicopter following close behind. "we'll get through this yet luv" he says to you and you feel strangely comforted by that. "Now we need to decide what to do next, and you know me I love explosions", he said as he grabbed a rocket launcher from the back seat.
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