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<span class="mu-r">“From now on, we keep each other’s secrets as if they were our own. Remember Rule #6.”</span>
Everyone nodded and simultaneously replied with <span class="mu-b">“Snitches</span> <span class="mu-r">get</span> <span class="mu-g">stitches.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Good. Glad to know we’ve got it committed to memory.”</span> you said, feeling satisfied. <span class="mu-r">“And since you’re going around spilling dirt on other people, Felicia, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind spilling a personal secret in return. It’s only fair, after all.”</span>
Felicia bit her lip and folded her arms over her ample chest. <span class="mu-b">“I…sleep in the nude. Does that count as a personal secret?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“It’s definitely personal, but I wouldn’t really qualify that as a secret.”</span> Prowler commented.
Felicia sighed, nodded to herself, and then peeled her gloves off to put her bare hands on display. <span class="mu-b">“Fine. Some of you might get a kick out of hearing this, but…I’ve had some work done.”</span>
Flint’s eyes were immediately drawn to her chest in that moment, and it didn’t appear to escape Felicia’s notice. She graciously chose not to comment on it, however, and kept the majority of her attention on her hands.
Suddenly, Cat’s pristine, manicured nails extended to create the shape of her claws! You all marveled in amazement as they slid in and out of her flesh.
<span class="mu-g">“Damn. I always thought that was part of your suit.”</span> Flint said.
<span class="mu-b">“Oh, the suit’s a custom job too, but I don’t need it for absolutely everything. The gloves can do the same thing without me having to use my real nails.”</span> she explained. <span class="mu-b">“Phin’s the one that made it, and he embedded dozens of micro-servos beneath the leather that give me an extra boost every now and again, but a decent amount of the changes I had made were done under the hood. I’m faster than most, and I can bench press about a ton if I really push myself. I’ve also got a couple of implants in my skull and spine to help out with a few things.”</span>
You eyed the skintight catsuit with new respect. <span class="mu-r">“Huh. Neat. Where the hell does he put it all?”</span>
She gave you a sly grin. <span class="mu-b">“Wouldn’t you like to know.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“I know I would.”</span> Prowler added. It might’ve surprised you, but knowing him, he was almost certainly speaking from the perspective of a tech nerd.
<span class="mu-b">“Then I guess you’ll just have to peel me out of this fancy little number and find out for yourselves now, won't you?”</span> she said, daring anyone in the room to try with her eyes.
<span class="mu-r">“Alright. I’ll count that as a personal secret. There’s nothing more personal than your own body, after all.”</span> you decided.
Just then, your phone vibrated in one of your belt’s pouches. Seeing as how you weren’t wearing your mask anymore, you didn’t get the notification popping up in the corner of your vision, and was forced to physically actually pull it out and check it like a normal person.
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