Carrying male muscle mass could be so stressful, especially if dressed in armor and jumpsuits.

But on occasions like these, its usually because their drunk, hurt, or been knocked out in a fist fight.

For Pamilyon’s sake: it’s both hurt and knocked out in a fist fight, only on the bright side she gets to steal the suits for her own benefits. Sadly, it wasn’t fully beneficial as Pamilyon would hope, being repulsed by the sweaty man odor underneath the suit, but that’s what comes with the price of being a spy.

“Alerviene, I’m on my way to the main room.” Pamilyon said into the earpiece.

“Excellent!” Alerviene responded. “Now hurry, before you miss Thiel’s big event.

“Copy that.” Pamilyon said already making haste.

She made it to the double doors like instructed on the holographic map from her wristwatch and peeked through the window. She seen Alerviene standing next to a big portal assuming to be giving commands towards his men who are dressed exactly the way Pamilyon’s disguised as.

Pamilyon couldn’t help but to mimic Thiel’s hand gestures and exaggerated movements for a bit before entering inside.

“You guys ready to go?” Thiel asked his men, then begins approaching the portal.

“Oh shit!” Pamilyon said to herself jumping over the railing using a grappling hook to ease her fall.

She ran towards to the portal shoving scientists and armed men out of her way and jumped through. Flowing through some type of wormhole, she fell into a dark alley. Pamilyon climbed onto her feet, ripping off her mask and surveying her surroundings.

“What?” Pamilyon murmured to herself trying to find it’s familiarity. “Alerviene?” She spoke into her earpiece. “Alerviene?” Still no answer.

As she slowly takes steps ahead, she’s suddenly punched by surprise, knocking her into a nearby dumpster.

“Pamilyon Hustrious.” A man said with a slight hint of excitement.

Pamilyon’s narrowing eyes surveyed the familiar male voice. “Thiel Vierim. Of course you weren’t man enough to fairly confront me.

“Since when were there ever rules in fighting?” He smirked.

Pamilyon glared at him grinning her teeth. “What is this place?”

Thiel tilted his head as if flabbergasted by the question. “Sweetheart, you should know this place. We’re back here from over twenty years ago.”

Pamilyon widened her eyes. “You went back in time?!”

“How else would I get the high technology that you have? I have to go to an era where I was trusted.”

“No!” Pamilyon said. “You’re here for Alerviene Lindorther. You want to kill him.”

“That’s possible.” Thiel casually nodded his head. “I see he told you about him and I, but he didn’t tell you the full story. He sabotaged me just to have Stelliest Zacalix to himself. He knew I liked her. Now I’m here to destroy the spy facility once and for all.”

“And I’m here to stop you!” Pamilyon replied.

Thiel held his hand out and made a ‘come here’ gesture saying, “Come stop me.”

Pamilyon lunged forward kicking him in the stomach, or so she attempt. Thiel caught her leg on reaction, tripping her up by the other leg. He relaxingly moves back a few inches telling her to get up.

Pamilyon rose onto her feet dusting herself off, then leans in traveling her fist to his face. Thiel dodges it, catching her second upcoming blow and locking her arming behind her back. He runs Pamilyon into the dumpster, then slung her onto the ground tumbling.

“Your fighting skills suck for a spy.” He sneered.

Pamilyon got on her feet once more moving her hair away from her face. “Come on!” She spats, getting into her fighting stance.

Thiel nonchalantly approaches her and strikes her in the face before she could, following up with a kick colliding against her ribs, finishing off with another punch.

Pamilyon kicks his leg, making Thiel say, “Finally you land a hit.” Returning the same low kick, only stronger.

She collapsed once more, leading Thiel to pick up something that sound like metal. He begins to smash Pamilyon’s head with a crowbar over and over again, until some random announcer says, “Game Over!”

“Ha! I told you, you suck at this game, Cajemer!” A woman shouted.

“Shut up, mom!” Cajemer yelled.