<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/SwitchSmall.jpg)<br/>Switch (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EW7kMex5ArfjHNlqslE-TGlRPPr5fcQ_kDeSBKkktvY)<br/></div>Switch returned Rave's kiss, caressing her lover tenderly, then hopped up to have a breakfast of soy cereal and leftover pizza. "Good plan. I'll make some calls too."<br/><br/>Switch wisely left the task of trawling the Matrix for information to Rave. It was fair to say that their skill with the Matrix was about equal, setting aside Switch's loose understanding of the software that governed her cyberware and gadgets, but Rave had a preternatural sense of where to find information. She sent a couple of comm messages, and mostly focused on her physical preparations.<br/><br/>She took another shower, making sure that she would be fresh for the club. When she strode out of the bathroom, her skin gleamed with moisture over an Eastern European skin tone with a faint Mongolian touch to it. Her pussy sat proudly upon her crotch once again, adorned with thin, neat, synthetic pubic hair.<br/><br/>Switch sat cross-legged on the bed and sorted through her weapons and electronic gadgets, assisted by Jefferson's whirring claw. At six o'clock, she began to dress. She started with a lacy black thong, that would quite entice anyone who managed to see under her dress. She very carefully tucked her Fichetti Tiffani Self-Defender 2075 underneath one D-cup breast, then put on a matching black bra and adjusted her breasts until they matched, hiding the holdout pistol seamlessly.<br/><br/>From there, with Rave's help, she stepped into her Ace of Diamonds dress, a light grey number with a high collar, a flare at the back almost like a tailcoat, and hot pink piping along the arms. The thick, draping fabric could hide a multitude of sins, and one of them was a holster built into the dress just under where it gathered at the waist, where she placed her Tiffani-Defiance Protector taser.<br/><br/>She put her contacts in, adjusting them to a delightful baby blue, and checked that her vision magnification was working. Next came her wig, which she set to give herself long, flowing locks of dark chocolate brown, before switching off its wireless connection. Into her handbag she placed a small medkit, a credstick and a few slap patches. She set her commlink to broadcast as the throwaway SIN the Boss had given her: Nadia Rostov, a Russian immigrant who earned just enough money at a desk job to afford nice dresses. The rest of her gear, and all her cyberware, was offline - she didn't want to risk appearing as anything more than a simple clubber and potential kidnap victim.<br/><br/>She did, however, pack up much of her usual equipment into a bag and hand it to Jefferson. "Put that in my bike," she ordered him. "I want to have it on hand if violence breaks out on the street."<br/><br/>Switch smiled at Rave. "Anything I can help you with, dear?"