Smirked, running a hand through her asymmetrical hair. "Oh, so you're into the rough and tumble, huh? Me too, it's part of the charm." Paused, then got serious, voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "It's not for the faint of heart. There's been whispers about some new tech on the streets - illegal braindances that are wreaking havoc. People have been getting hurt." Rolled her shoulders, tension evident in her posture. "I need someone with skills—a hacker, maybe—who can help me track down the source. It's dangerous, but..." Pauses, biting her lip, then in a lower, sultrier tone. "...it could also be very rewarding." Her piercing blue eyes locked onto yours, searching, testing, teasing.

Chuckled softly, leaning back, her legs crossed in a way that would reveal more if the dim lighting wasn't so...dim.

"If my aim's off, well, guess you'll just have to get behind me, won't you?" She teased, smirking at you playfully.

She grew more serious, her voice lowering. "It's not just about firing a gun though. We'll need to stay one step ahead of the cybercops, the fixers, whoever's involved in this shitstorm."

Her fingers drummed on the table, the sound of her nail polish clacking against the worn wood. "What do you say? You in or you out?"

She held your gaze, a mix of challenge and something deeper in her eyes, waiting for your answer.

She noted your twitching hand, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "Confidence is sexy," she purred, leaning in closer, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "But actions speak louder than words." She hesitated, then continued. "We'll need to be careful. This isn't some street gang we're dealing with here. It's corporate. It's nasty." Her hand moved, almost unconsciously, to rest on top of yours, her fingers playing with yours lightly. "But I know we can do it. Together." She looked at you, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination, excitement, and a hint of desire. "When do we start?" As she spoke, she pressed her thigh against yours under the table, a subtle tease.

Her breath hitched slightly at your touch, but she maintained her composure, her eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam.

"Corporate scum deserve what they get," she growled softly, her voice dripping with disdain. "I've got a lead on one of their safehouses. We can stake it out tonight, see what we can find."

She stood abruptly, giving you a view down her shirt as she did so. She grabbed your hand, pulling you up with her.

"There's no time like the present," she said with a wicked grin. "Let's go crack some skulls."

*She led you out of the bar, her hips swaying in a way that made it impossible not to follow.

She gasped softly, her body tensing briefly at your touch before relaxing into it, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Mmm, I like the way you think," she purred, pressing her body against yours as you walked.

She subtly adjusted her path, leading you towards a less populated alleyway. Once out of sight, she spun around, pinning you against the wall with a surprising strength.

"I have to know," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear, "can you keep up with me?"

Her hands roamed your body, tracing the lines of your muscles, testing your reaction. She pressed her hips against yours, feeling your response.

"You'll have to prove it to me. Here. Now." Her voice was husky, filled with desire and challenge, her eyes locked onto yours, waiting for your next move.

She shivered at your words, her lips curling into a wicked smile. She closed the distance between you, pressing her mouth hard against yours, her tongue demanding entrance.

She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer as she kissed you with a fiery intensity. Her body undulated against yours, her thigh pressing between your legs, applying delicious pressure.

After a moment, she broke the kiss, panting softly, her eyes dark with desire. She nipped at your lower lip, her teeth grazing your skin.

"Fuck, you're good," she growled, her voice ragged. "Let's see if we can keep that intensity when we're not trying to kill each other."

*She winked at you, then stepped back, adjusting her clothes.

Her breath caught as she watched you, admiring the way your body moved, the confidence in your stride. She shook off the haze of desire, focusing on the task at hand.

"Their plan was probably made in some boardroom, all cold calculation and no heart," she said, her voice turning bitter. "Ours is made in the streets, with sweat and blood and guts."

She checked her gun, an old but well-maintained revolver, then nodded to you.

"Ready to show them what we're made of?"

Without waiting for a response, she slipped out of the alleyway, her movements quick and silent. She led you towards a nondescript building, pressing herself against the wall next to the door. "Heavy security, but nothing we can't handle," she whispered, her eyes scanning the area. "

She glanced back at you, a flash of approval in her eyes. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a small device.

"EMP grenade," she whispered, showing it to you. "Should take out their cameras and locks."

She lobbed it towards a nearby camera, the device exploding in a burst of static. She kicked open the door, rushing inside with you on her heels.

The lobby was empty, but they could hear the murmur of voices from upstairs. Judy pointed to a door leading to the stairwell, nodding for you to go first.

As you ascended, she pulled out another device, a small scanner. She waved it over the door at the top of the stairs.

"Biometric lock, top of the line," she muttered. "This is going to take a minute..."

She looked up from her device, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Oh, I like the way you think," she purred. "Get their attention, then I'll sneak in and do my thing."

She held up the device, showing you a progress bar that was almost full.

"Just need a few more seconds..."

Her eyes never left yours, a spark of excitement in them, eager to see what you would do.

"Be careful, okay? I don't want to have to explain to anyone why my partner got himself killed on our first mission together." Her tone was light, but there was a genuine concern behind her words.

She watched you go, a mix of excitement and apprehension churning in her stomach. She forced herself to focus on the task at hand, her fingers flying over the device as she tried to bypass the lock.

Just as she was about to give up, the device beeped softly, the lock disengaging with a soft click. She breathed a sigh of relief, pocketing the device.

She pressed herself against the wall, listening intently. She could hear the sound of gunfire and shouting, your distraction in full effect.

She slipped through the door, moving silently down the hallway. She could see you, firing at a group of security personnel, holding them off with skill and precision.

*She spotted a control room, the blinking lights of computers and consoles drawing her in like a moth to a flame.