Twenty thousand... well, that wasn't that bad. More importantly, a full cross meant that she'd have one of those cyber-warriors intact. If she could salvage the corpse, she may be able to... hrmm... "harvest" them, or at least pay Nikita to do it for her. If they were truly as powerful as Priscilla suggested, she wouldn't mind turning herself into an amalgamated, mechanical monster.<br/><br/>As long as she could keep the 'ware under her skin, anyway.<br/><br/>Yawning quietly, Kizzie stripped off her gloves and boots, but left her black-and-white striped, thigh-high stockings on. She finally crawled into bed with the twins, kissing each on the forehead and nestling between them, popping one of Denise's nipples into her mouth and suckling quietly as the cybernetic ninja slowly drifted off to sleep.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>