[B][U]A change of plans[/U][/B]

Cypress felt the jolt from the hidden meters in her motorcycle leathers quickly accessing her situation she pulls her friction field close to her body. With no electrical source, taser wires, electrical arcs or any other visible point of origin she recalled the day there was a short in her telemetry vest. 

"Well now don't that take the cake?" She thinks as she whips off the Leather motorcycle jacket. When she returns to work she plans on acquiring an explanation of why she's been covertly monitored.

Standing now in tight yet lightly padded an armored riding pants she says
[B]Well now sweety let's see who's willing to go the distance.
You want to play games with me then that's fine but when yall threaten tha Judge who's perhaps tha most up standing man on this here earth it makes me think that perhaps you aren't redeemable.
Yall are no more than a thief an now a murderer.
What say I make this a fair fight an give yall my word that I'll not use an ounce of Meta talent to fight ya; would that make this more appealing?[/B]

Cypress smiles as she looks around herself and begins to formulate a plan.

[B]Yall shouldn't be so dock martin in your thinking Ruby, sex sells and just because I'm comfortable with my body is no reason for you to feel jealous, from what I remember your's aint bad either. 
As for my departed parents, they'd be proud of me for sure because I choose my own path.
Of course now that I've played back tha emotional content of you statement I wonder about you..
Do you feel unappealing?
Has life been so rough on you that you've simply become a hater? Were you someone's Lab Rat?
[/B] Cypress asks sympathy in her tone of voice