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A bit belated birthday gift for - his shiny characters Freya and Oni doing some night-time fun activities... like infiltrating a over-ruling corporate monopoly to obtain more information... and perhaps, the best source of it is the people who work there themselves!

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"Freya, hurry up with the suit, already! Why did you even bring it with you?"

The woman, who was currently being busy and excited with wedging the semi-unconscious and partially naked guard of Overst into a black rubber bodysuit similar to the one her accomplice was wearing, quickly looked up:

"Duh, it's a disguise! I thought you'd get yours torn up, Oni, so I brought a spare one with me, but now, we'll just disguise him, and... 'interrogate' him for the intel back at the base!"

The guard, despite being held down by the woman in the black bodysuit and her gas dispenser, muttered out:

"Mm... Hm! Mm-dmnn n-nn! Mmm..."

Instead of answering, Oni just pressed harder on the dispenser's button:

"Oh, go to bed, already! This is the last time we buy sleeping gas from OwletBarn; it doesn't work for shit!"

"Shh, keep it down, Oni; the guards might hear!"

The sneaky duo fell more silent, as a masked figure walked slowly along the bushes. The guard stood there for a few seconds, then dug in his pocket, and lit up a cigarette he dug out from his ammunition pouch. He arranged his headset, and grumbled in an annoyed tone:

"Sector 3-P here; all clear and boring, as always. May I go back inside now, something here smells like vomit, and I bet it's that stupid ginkgo tree fruiting again. No, I'm not a pansy. Rodger that, - and fuck you, too; I'd rather be home sleeping. Got it, out."

As the sounds of the guard's boots stepping across the pavement gradually got quieter, Oni stepped back to admire her work:

"Phew, sleeping like a baby - and only took an entire canister of this stuff. OwletBarn would be better off claiming bankruptcy at this point. Are you almost done, Freya?"

The girl in the red shiny bodysuit gently tugged the neck part of the black rubbery gleam to the top of the guard's neck, and zipped it up slowly:

"Yep, all good - snug and safe!"

The stronger Oni then slung the now shinier Overst guard over her shoulder:

"Right. So, what's the next part of your plan, genius?"

"Easy! If a guard shows up, we'll just say we were having a party, and our 'friend' here had a bit too much to drink, and he wandered into this place, and we're here just to pick him up, and we'll be out in a jiffy!"

The woman in the black bodysuit simply shook her head:

"... Got it. Alright, Little Ms. Spec-Ops, lead the way out from here. And you'll be the one snapping Prince Charming here out of his beauty sleep, not me."
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Characters Freya and Oni belongs to
Overst belongs to

Drawing edited with Photoshop.

Description
A bit belated birthday gift for - his shiny characters Freya and Oni doing some night-time fun activities... like infiltrating a over-ruling corporate monopoly to obtain more information... and perhaps, the best source of it is the people who work there themselves!

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"Freya, hurry up with the suit, already! Why did you even bring it with you?"

The woman, who was currently being busy and excited with wedging the semi-unconscious and partially naked guard of Overst into a black rubber bodysuit similar to the one her accomplice was wearing, quickly looked up:

"Duh, it's a disguise! I thought you'd get yours torn up, Oni, so I brought a spare one with me, but now, we'll just disguise him, and... 'interrogate' him for the intel back at the base!"

The guard, despite being held down by the woman in the black bodysuit and her gas dispenser, muttered out:

"Mm... Hm! Mm-dmnn n-nn! Mmm..."

Instead of answering, Oni just pressed harder on the dispenser's button:

"Oh, go to bed, already! This is the last time we buy sleeping gas from OwletBarn; it doesn't work for shit!"

"Shh, keep it down, Oni; the guards might hear!"

The sneaky duo fell more silent, as a masked figure walked slowly along the bushes. The guard stood there for a few seconds, then dug in his pocket, and lit up a cigarette he dug out from his ammunition pouch. He arranged his headset, and grumbled in an annoyed tone:

"Sector 3-P here; all clear and boring, as always. May I go back inside now, something here smells like vomit, and I bet it's that stupid ginkgo tree fruiting again. No, I'm not a pansy. Rodger that, - and fuck you, too; I'd rather be home sleeping. Got it, out."

As the sounds of the guard's boots stepping across the pavement gradually got quieter, Oni stepped back to admire her work:

"Phew, sleeping like a baby - and only took an entire canister of this stuff. OwletBarn would be better off claiming bankruptcy at this point. Are you almost done, Freya?"

The girl in the red shiny bodysuit gently tugged the neck part of the black rubbery gleam to the top of the guard's neck, and zipped it up slowly:

"Yep, all good - snug and safe!"

The stronger Oni then slung the now shinier Overst guard over her shoulder:

"Right. So, what's the next part of your plan, genius?"

"Easy! If a guard shows up, we'll just say we were having a party, and our 'friend' here had a bit too much to drink, and he wandered into this place, and we're here just to pick him up, and we'll be out in a jiffy!"

The woman in the black bodysuit simply shook her head:

"... Got it. Alright, Little Ms. Spec-Ops, lead the way out from here. And you'll be the one snapping Prince Charming here out of his beauty sleep, not me."
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Characters Freya and Oni belongs to
Overst belongs to

Drawing edited with Photoshop.