The corner of the bunker obviously belonged to a young girl. The bedroll was covered with clothes and overstuffed pillows, a mirror was propped against the wall, and an improvised dressing room made from a pair of curtains covered with pins and brooches was set up in the corner.
She walked out from behind her dressing screen, dressed in a simple, military-style body stocking made of brown-green fibers with the strength of steel. She looked at the mirror and frowned; her costume was, in fact, very ugly and drab.
She bore an unmistakable resemblance to Jolt; her fur and mane were the same auburn color, and her face had a similar bone structure.
Well out of her reach hung a black dress decorated with a huge reflective red five-pointed star on a hanger made of metal wire. She gestured towards the dress, and her green eyes began to glow.
The wire hanger resisted for a moment until the magnetic attraction of the young girl's outstretched palm pulled it off the hook on the wall and onto her hand. She relaxed, and her eyes stopped glowing. Her nimble fingers caught the hanger and the dress before it fell.
She pulled on her dress, pulled down on the hem, and looked at herself again in the mirror. She looked a little happier. She put on a pair of high, tight black leather combat boots with metal soles, laced them up, tied a short bright red cape around her neck, took a final look in the mirror, and smiled. She pulled her red hair into a top-knot, took one last look in the mirror, and smiled.
Her eyes glowed again, and she rose from the ground. Turning smartly, she levitated to her two comrades, waiting beneath an overhead light.
Bearcat and Killotron watched her hover towards them. Bearcat turned to Killotron.
"She ever fight before?"
"Yes, comrade, I fear she has."
The girl floated up to look her fellow soldiers in the eye. She pointed to herself and said. "Red Menace. Number Five."
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