Myra Moore strutted down the bustling metropolis street, her crimson hair cascading from beneath her black helmet, a stark contrast to the vibrant purple cape billowing dramatically behind her. Her robust, seven-foot frame filled with a blend of arrogance and the undeniable aura of authority that only a member of the Purple Queen's personal guard could exude. The intricate black armor that hugged her curvaceous body whispered of the power she wielded, while the squad of Eyeran clones marched in lockstep behind her, their purple eyes gleaming with the cold, emotionless loyalty they had been genetically engineered to possess.
Myra's destination was simple; it was the known house of the pesky secret agent that had been causing so much trouble for the Purple Corp.
Her boots, each one capable of crushing a woman's ribcage with a single stomp, echoed through the alleyways as they approached the homely place. Myra, ever the show-off, couldn't help but flex her biceps as they neared the house. Her heart raced with anticipation, and her pulse quickened, not from fear, but from the thrill of the impending confrontation.
"Katy Quinn!" she bellowed, her powerful voice shaking the very walls of the houses around them. "You've been a nuisance for too long, and now, it's time for your punishment!"
A window in the top floor of the house opened, but instead of the seasoned agent she was expecting, two figures peeked out: two young girls, no more than 13 years old, with the same piercing eyes as the woman she sought. Allie and Cassie, Katy's daughters, peeked out before her, their expressions mischievous and grinning.
"Mommy isn't home," Allie spoke with surprising confidence, her eyes narrowing as she took in the imposing figure of the Purple Corp's enforcer.
"Yeah, she had to go to work," Cassie added, popping a piece of bubblegum. "But she said if you came looking for trouble, she left us something to give you."
Myra's smug grin grew wider. "Oh really?" she mocked, stepping closer. "What could a couple of schoolgirls possibly do to me?"
Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of something zipping through the air, and before she knew it, a sticky wad of gum slapped against her helmet, obscuring her vision. She roared with anger, peeling it away.
"You little bitches!" she bellowed. "You'll pay for that!"
Allie and Cassie's giggles grew into full-blown laughter as they slammed the window shut. The echo of their laughter bounced around the alleyways, taunting her. Myra's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and fury. How dare they?
Her clones, ever eager for a fight, stepped forward. "Shall we try and find Katy?" one of them asked.
"No," Myra said, her teeth clenched. "Those little brats have disrespected us. We're going in."
Of course, even in her rage fueled fervor Myra knew to send the clones in first. After all, she was a Queensguard, and to fully utilize her skills against just two little girls would not only be a waste of her talent, but would prove too easy of course! Besides, the troops needed training.
Eyeing the modest suburban home, Myra eyed three potential entry points. She could send her troops going gung ho down the middle. There were also numerous windows around the house that the clones (but not she) could fit through. Finally, there was a sunroof on the ceiling that could definitely provide access inside.
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