[i]"How scandalous miss Stitches, at least take a guy out for dinner first. Preferably I would like to pound our good friend Mr. Jack into the dirt but alas, I do believe that would be frowned upon by our superiors. So I guess I'll just have to do with turning the champion of The Pit into paste."[/i]

It had been along time since she'd been looked at like that, it had been awhile since she'd worn anything that might merit such looks but she enjoyed it none the less. She guessed it was a sign of them getting used to her appearance, which come to think of it, they weren't too bad about to begin with. It was impossible to tell whether it was because they walked in expecting the weird and the wonderful and thus weren't fazed so much by the patchwork girl, the dissonance between the monster she looked like and the ordinary girl she acted like or simply that her outward appearance only reflected what they all felt inside, freakishly different from the normal folk. Stitches tried not to rationalise it and just enjoy her moment of being objectivised sexually. It couldn't last for ever though, the reality of the situation and the reason for the sexy walk returned as suddenly as it disappeared.

"Eyes front soldier," Stitches replied in stark contrast to her previous tone, "Lets get out of this intact before discussing dinner and drinks."

Arousing suspicion would almost certainly end the mission, which was a nice way of putting "these thugs won't hesitate to end us if they think we're Popo, let alone a hitsquad for a particular super-powered associate." It suddenly felt like not such a good plan, more specifically a really stupid plan and as faith in her scheme fell, stress levels rose. [i]A cop disguised as a prostitute to infiltrate the headquarters of a criminal organisation, really? This had to be the plot to about a thousand films, they'd see it coming a mile off. She'd be dead before she even saw the inside of this place.[/i] 

Vulcan called in a group tailing them, Stitches hadn't even noticed them.

Deep breaths. 
Calm thoughts. 
Backup. 
Lots of backup.

She wasn't doing this alone. She was escorting a fighter to a fight club, it wasn't out of the ordinary. It was much more inconspicuous than the three of them just trying to stroll in. Stitches relaxed slowly back into the sexy walk. 

"We can wait up for Cora and Linn outside the alleyway where were less likely to asked for our wallet and phones."