A/N: I couldn't help it. I had to write the next one instead of doing projects that I really need to do. Enjoy.

Carmen stood behind me, lacing up the tight black corset that encased my slender frame. Each pull knocked a little more wind out of me and I slowly started to worry about how I was going to breathe if I had to fight. I felt the tight bodice lifting my breasts a little higher each time she tugged. I actually had to brace myself on the wall when she pulled the last time.

"Holy hell! Carmen, how am I supposed to be able to breathe?" I all but shouted at her. She just sighed and tied the strings into a knot at my waist. She spun me around to face her and smiled.

"Don't worry, Bella. See this slit in the fabric?" she asked pointing to the thin white line trailing down the length of one of the ribs. It looked like all the rest. I nodded while trying to capture my breath. "Pull this white strip and the corset will expand. Do you honestly think I would send you into a room full of men in this type of clothing without being able to breathe?"

"Well, I was beginning to think you were," I mumbled as I slipped out of my work pants. Carmen stepped out to get my holsters while I changed into the small black lacy boy shorts to complete my ensemble. She walked in as I was looking at myself in the mirror.

I ran my hands over my clothes. I was slowly learning how to fill my lungs with oxygen. I took a deep breath before running my hands over the smooth wig on my head. I was a soft honey blonde with big blue eyes tonight. Apparently the men had requested someone to entertain them for the night, and we somehow intercepted the call. A few quick shots and Big Frankie was done for.

Carmen stepped up behind me and held out the special holsters. They were designed to look and act like garter belts with the addition of a gun holster in the back of each leg. We could hide a gun there and, as long as we didn't turn around, no one would know about them. I slipped them on and sat down to roll on the fishnet stockings she handed to me. I clipped them into place before standing up. I groaned when I looked down at my footwear.

You'd think being a secret agent, I'd have a great sense of balance. Sadly, that is not the case. In a fight, I could jump up, kick some guy in the face while disarming another one and land on one foot, but in everyday life, there are times when I can barely walk across a flat surface without almost falling flat on my face. That's the reason why I always opt to wear flats when I'm in the office.

I heard Carmen chuckle at my response before hearing the magazine slide in the gun. I slipped on the four inch black heels, stilettos nonetheless, before turning around to get my weapons. She tossed me a magazine and gun, which I quickly loaded and slid into place. She handed me the other one and I clipped it on. She gave me the once over, making sure that my weapons were concealed when viewed from the front, before nodding. She turned and grabbed my long, black trench coat and helped me slide it on.

"Okay, Bella. This is what you need to do. Go to the apartment. Don't worry about anyone seeing you. The no one lives there except for Frankie's men. Knock on the door, wait for them to answer. Once inside, play up the act. You know what to do. Take it slow; make them let their guard down. Once you have them begging for you, take them out.

"You have four charges in your right front pocket. The detonator is in the left. One goes in the apartment; set three on the ground floor around strategic pressure points. Once you're clear, hit the button, and cover our tracks. Got it?"

I nodded, a smug smile plastered on my face.

Although I was never particularly fond of Lauren, she was still one of our agents and she gave her life to put Frankie behind bars. The least I could do was get rid of the scumbags that escaped justice.

I left the office and headed down the hallway, passing other agents and co-workers; some nodded at me, others whispered good luck. I stepped into the elevator to take me up to the street.

I stepped out into the chilly air, my breath forming little clouds in front of me. I was shivering underneath my coat, my clothes doing nothing to protect me from the chill. I had the address burned into my brain as I turned the corner. I saw the building straight ahead of me and quickened my pace, ignoring the cat calls from the drunken men in the bar across the street. I gritted my teeth when I heard them start calling to me.

"Hey baby. Where are you going? Come over her and I'll show you a good time." My fingers twitched, itching to whip out my automatics and show them not to mess with me. I heard their calls dying away as I moved on, catching their words as they moved on to some other girls.

I ran across the street, managing not to trip in my ridiculous shoes. I walked up the steps and pushed open the door, slipping through it quietly. The elevator was out of order so I headed towards the stairs. Twelve flights up, I heard laughter and smelled cigar smoke coming through the door at the end of the hall. I straightened my coat and made sure my brown hair was tucked up nice and tight underneath my ridiculous wig before knocking on the door. I heard a chair scrape across the floor followed my heavy footsteps.

"It's about time," I heard someone call inside. I leaned against the door frame as the handle turned. The man on the other took one look at me and his jaw dropped. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, before plastering a fake smile on my face and batting my long eyelashes up at him. He opened the door wider and I sauntered in, closing the door behind me. He slowly walked backward to his chair, not once taking his eyes off of me.

By this point, I had ten eyes glued to my body, raking over my appearance and taking in my every move. I looked over every one of them, thinking about the strategy. They all were muscular and not very pleasant to look at. I did know that I must have looked good judging by the tightness I could see bulging in the front of their pants.

I walked a few steps closer, watching as their eyes nearly popped out of their skulls. I reached for the knot on the front of my coat. I almost laughed as two of them stopped breathing.

"Are you sure?" I asked as I played with the loose ends of the strap, pretending to look innocent.

"Oh god yes," I heard one moan.

I slowly untied the knot as they waited with bated breath. My fingers slid up the front, slipping the first button through the hole, torturing them by going slow. I could see their resolve slipping and knew I was doing the right thing. One by one I undid the buttons. They eagerly leaned forward as I slipped the coat off my shoulder, not revealing the corset that was suctioned to my body.

I slowly let the coat fall off my arms and smiled at the audible groan that filled the room. I reached behind my back, not breaking eye contact but not reaching for my guns just yet. But the moment was coming, and I needed to be ready.

"Have you all been bad boys?" They shook their heads vigorously.

"Do you need to be punished?" Once more, they nodded. I ran my hands down over my backside, just stopping short of the handles to my automatics and giving them a great look at my overflowing cleavage. "Are you sure?" They looked about ready to pounce on me. I smiled wickedly.

"Don't worry," I said softly, gripping the handles and sliding them up behind me, my fingers on the triggers. "You're gonna get it."

Pulling them from behind my back, I opened fire. Catching the two closest to me right between the eyes, the rest jumped up, still in shock that I had opened fire. They flipped the table up, throwing it in my direction. I ripped the white strip and the ribs popped out, allowing me to fill my lungs with air.

I dodged right, sliding behind a couch as bullets rained down on me. I heard one running towards me. I looked at the crates sitting at my feet and shoved myself as hard as I could so I could slide back under the cover of the table. I felt the floor burn my skin as I slid past, shooting one in the arm, causing him to drop his gun, and putting a bullet in the heart of another. Two-on-one really was that bad. I've dealt with much worse.

I heard one shuffling to pick up his partner's gun. I looked around the edge, only to pull back in time as a bullet flew by my cheek. I rolled to the other side, catching the wounded one in the back as he scrambled to retrieve another gun.

It was quiet. The only sounds were the two of us breathing, neither or us daring to move. Then I heard it. His boots hit the floor as he ran towards me. I heard him grunt with the effort of his jump and I swung my high-heeled foot up just in time to connect with his face before he could fire. The gun clattered to the floor as he landed. His leg caught me in the cheek, causing me to drop my own weapon. Dazed, I stood up, grabbing him around the neck and flipping him over the table and onto his back.

I bent over and pick up my gun, coming up to see him reach for his comrade's weapon. I jumped the table, kicked him in the gut, and flipped him over with my foot. The fear shone in his eyes as I aimed at his head.

"Please don't kill me. Have mercy," he begged. I had no place for pity.

"Sorry. Mercy's not in my job description."

His attempts to protect himself failed. His body lay lifeless as I pulled off my wig, throwing unceremoniously on top of his body. I picked up my trench coat, slipping on, and pulling out one of the charges and dropping it in the middle of the floor.

I walked out, shutting the door behind me. I tied my coat as I walked calmly down the stairs. I took a quick look around and set the charges as I was ordered to. I slipped out and down the old steps, crossing the street and heading back the way I came. I passed the pub, thanking someone that those ridiculous men were gone. I stopped on the corner, waiting for the WALK signal. Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed the detonator. I hit the button and couldn't help the smug smile that appeared on my face as I heard the charges go off, finishing the job.

Good? Bad? Let me know please.

-Truth in the Moon