Take a uniform from a female cop who's about your size
From Create Your Own Story
You look at the female officers strewn about the floor, picking one who looks about your height and weight. Bending over her, you begin undoing the buttons on her uniform shirt.
Suddenly, her dark brown eyes fly open. Her hands wrap themselves around your throat and begin squeezing, the defined muscles in her toned forearms dancing and rippling with her exertion. Gasping, you put all your strength into a punch to her nose. Your leather-gloved right fist slams into her nose, breaking it. She shrieks and releases her grip as blood begins to bubble up on her face.
You stand back up, regaining your breath, and look down at her. "I wish I didn't have to do this," you say. Then you deliver a well-aimed kick to the woman's temple from your big black boot. With a loud CRACK, her neck snaps backward from the impact and she slumps down, dead.
Shaking your head, you complete the job of undressing her, leaving her slender, athletic, muscular body lying there in only her panties, then put on her shirt and pants. Just as you finish, you hear heavy footsteps. You quickly drag one of the clothed corpses over her nearly nude body, hiding it from view. A moment later, four Syrian soldiers storm into the room.
"What happened here?" demands the sergeant in command of the group.
You immediately put your acting skills to work. "It...it was her!" you wail, sobbing and pointing to Leila's corpse just outside the open door. "She's an Al-Qaeda terrorist! She slaughtered them all! I'm alive because I went out for a smoke. I came back and shot her." You cover your face as you fake-cry, at the same time casually picking your AK-47 back up.
"Shhh. It's okay. You're safe now," says the sergeant. He turns to his men. "Come on. Let's try to get this mess cleaned up."
As the men turn their backs to you, you are debating whether to play along with them or shoot them and go. A few seconds later, however, your decision is made for you.
One of the soldiers looks down at a corpse, which has a half-smoked cigarette in its hand. You can see the wheels turning in his brain. You suddenly realize the problem: you're not in America, where smoking is politically incorrect and people have to go outside to do it. Here in Syria, people are free to smoke inside.
Oops.
As the soldier raises his rifle and opens his mouth to shout, you kill him with a single shot to his head. Flipping your weapon to full auto, you cut down the other three men with a long burst as their vulnerable backsides are still towards you. "Whew, that was close," you say out loud.
You pick out the highest-ranking corpse, take a ring of keys from his pocket, and
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