Keira typed furiously away at the keyboard of the computer she sat in front of. In the dark, the catsuit clad dark haired beauty was near invisible, that is except for the glow of the screen against her face. The agent checked again her laser pistol that she had set down on the desk beside the keyboard to make sure it was at hand and ready if someone barged in uninvited. The agent had infiltrated a weapons research facility, rumoured to be in the late stages of development for a new type of weapon. She was the second agent sent into the facility, the first had entered and disappeared and declared M.I.A., so now it was Keira’s turn to infiltrate, obtain the intel, and return it back to base.

Finally she was able to crack the password of the scientist that they had had under surveillance. With a quiet “yesss” she immediately went through the files to the classified section. Clicking into the research files, she found a folder listed as “Experimental Recordings” and she clicked into it. Opening the most recent one, Keira’s eyes widened as she saw on screen a struggling female form belted to a hand truck in the middle of a lab room. She recognized the girl as Tammy, the agent that had gone in two days ago and had dropped out of contact. Now it looked like she knew what had happened, Tammy had been captured. As the recording continued, Tammy seemed to be screaming at someone off camera through the ballgag that filled her mouth and muffled her cries. Then a short barreled cannon of some kind was rolled into view and pointed at Tammy, setting her off even more.

All of the scientists in lab coats backed away behind blast shields as the cannon went off and fired a somewhat slow moving projectile that soared through the air like a ball and then exploded in a giant cloud of smoke on top of Tammy. When the smoke cleared, Keira didn’t see anything wrong with her friend at first and then the camera zoomed in on the girl who was no longer struggling as hard as she was before.

Keira’s eyes widened in shock as the camera panned up and down Tammy’s body, which was clad in a catsuit, boots and gloves. Now, that outfit was now fused to the hand truck that she was attached to. Her arms and legs were now seamlessly connected to the metal frame and as the camera got closer, Keira could see that the fabric of the catsuit had meshed with the metal of the frame. “What in the world?” She muttered to herself as she clicked through some more files.

There were more videos of other tests on clothing and inanimate objects, it looked like Tammy was the first time they had fired it at a person. It seemed to be some sort of fusion bomb that instead of exploding and killing people, fused material with whatever it was in contact with. Primary purposes seemed to be aimed at capturing operatives alive by making them a prisoner of their own clothing. Keira gulped. This was basically a completed weapon. Something that they could deploy into the field and take out entire groups non-lethally. Or even if this entered the black market, kidnappers would pay insane sums for a non-lethal capture weapon like this one. The implications were scary, and now Keira had to escape with this information. Downloading what she could onto a storage drive, she pocketed the data before looking one last time at the screen with her captive friend. She couldn’t just leave her.

Pulling up a building schematic, she identified where the labs and what seemed to be cells were and quickly headed down the twisting turning hallways. Finally she arrived it what seemed to be a small cell block, a bit strange for a research lab, but she supposed that even labs needed some unwilling live subjects sometimes. She quickly found the cell that Tammy was in and stopped in front, staring inside at her friend. Tammy was still ballgagged and fused to the hand truck that was simply parked in the middle of the cell. “Tammy!” She gasped before turning her attention to the lock.

Her gasp woke up her friend, who seemed to not believe her own eyes as she began to cry out behind the gag. “Hang on, I’m getting you out of here!” Keira said as she tried to determine how to override the lock.

Pulling out one of her scanners, she passed it over the lock before running one of her mini EMPs over it. Unfortunately with her attention on the lock, Keira did not notice an automated cannon descending from the ceiling behind her until it silently shot a small ball at her. “Ah!” She gasped as she felt something contact her hand and a small explosion of smoke surrounded her hand. “What the!”

She turned around, striking a defensive pose as she noticed the cannon and gulped. Then she looked at her right hand that had been hit and realized that the fingers of her glove had all fused together, leaving her hand as a useless flipper. “Oh shit.” She realized before several other cannons appeared from the walls and ceiling and began firing at her.

Initially her training did pay off as she weaved between the projectiles like it was dodgeball, but eventually the sheer volume of cannonfire began to take its toll. Her thighs were hit first, merging them together and hobbling her movement. Then her arms were pinned to her sides as her gloves and arms meshed with the body of her catsuit. Eventually she went down, her boots fusing together and then her entire body was soon attached to the ground of the cell block. Keira had never felt so helpless as her own catsuit now acted like a bondage sleepsack, keeping her rigidly in place and allowing no movement. She had no idea how these stupid explosive balls were doing it, but it was too late now. Her superiors would never know since she would never make it back with the data, which was stuck in the pocket of her catsuit underneath where her hand was not attached. She sighed as she strained against her bonds but she knew that she was completely stuck. Just my luck. She thought. Well, maybe they’ll fuse me to Tammy. I’m sure I could make another type of explosion if they do. She thought with a giggle, wondering if that was the best case out of her current situation.