Ryūko had been having a pretty good day up until then. Not too cold, didn't take long to warm up, and the coffee had been excellent ("Smith-san's suggestion," she remembered.). Even field-stripping her weapons had been nice. So she and the girls were going to watch over a human. Big deal. She'd dealt with the Extraspecies Mob before. They were organized, but the majority of them were just mooks with guns.

Then the call came in. Usagi started yelling, and the dragonewt could hear gunfire outside. A lopsided grin crossed Ryūko's face. "And the ass-kicking begins early!" she exclaimed. The girl dropped the assault rifle and went to her room. In her closet was her personal armory, ranging from assault rifles and shotguns to snipers and SMGs. Her favorite was the grenade launcher (which she wouldn't be using). Ryuko settled on a pair of [url=https://i.ytimg.com/vi/QExiDSaeee0/maxresdefault.jpg]machine pistols[/url]. Nothing said "badass" like fully-automatic handguns.