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Rachel had hated the boots at first, but was now very glad for them. They had taunted her with the possibility of cruel en pointe heels, of tall, scene-y cosplay boots, and of alluring stilettos. Eventually, they had settled on thick, heavy boots. They were waterproofed, somewhat comfortable, and laced (and locked!) around her ankles. They weren’t ideal for running, but they felt as ‘all terrain’ as boots could be. They came at a price. Matching her heavy leather boots was a heavy leather outfit. She was clad in a leather bodysuit that covered her from her ankles to her neck. Surely, it had been custom-made; it fit as well

All five applicants had been issued the same spy suit. The first three were not fans of the sleek, rubbery look. It left very little to the imagination. #1, whose outfit was black with gold trim, kept running her hands down her body and grinning. She’d chuckle every now and then as she stroked her thighs. “I can’t quite remember where I’ve seen this design before, but I know I've seen it." #2, who was much younger than the middle-aged #1, wore black with green. She furrowed her brow and nodded vigorously. He covered his mouth and chin while speaking, giving #1 the impression of being very deep in thought. “Hmm,

"This is for your own good, Cynthia." Considering how she was bound and gagged, it didn't feel like the sort of thing a friend would do. Zanthie kept on saying how she was "looking out for Cyn." The denigrating tone didn't sound at all friendly advice. Combined with Zanthie's snarky smile,   "Zanthie, I'm your friend!" "I know," responded Zanthie. "That's why I'm doing this. If you were Nariko, I wouldn't be so nice." Cynthia lay on a long briefing room table while Zanthie made sure she was properly bound. Zanthie was wielding bright blue ultra-tensile carbon cable. It was the same type that they used to tether spacecraft or to stow danger