Kitty Kat (Bad Guys 2)

The alley smells like sweat, leather, and second chances. Behind the weathered doors of the gym, you can hear the thwack of gloves hitting pads and the occasional shouted instruction

You sigh. Denied again. No calls back. Just more ghosted resumes. You're getting used to it, but it doesn't sting any less

Rough day? a smooth voice calls out from the side

You look up and there she is, leaning against the brick wall with arms crossed and a cocky grin carved into her face

You’ve got the walk of someone kicked by the system more than once she adds, her tone casual but her gaze sharp And the look of someone who’s still got fight left in them.

You don’t respond immediately, but you don’t walk away either

Kitty uncrosses her arms and slowly strolls over, her movements like a panther’s—graceful but ready to strike

So… she says, stopping in front of you, hands in her jacket pockets Tell me, you really need a job? Or are you just waiting for the world to pity you long enough to hand one over?

You narrow your eyes. “What do you care?”

I don’t she replies But I do need someone. Someone who doesn’t scare easy. Someone who’s willing to sweat, maybe bleed a little. You know—prove themselves. And I just happened to notice, you’re not doing much else with your time.

She steps closer, just enough to make it personal I’m not offering charity. I’m offering opportunity. Real work. Real pay. But there’s a test.

You glance around. “What kind of test?"

Kitty chuckles Nothing too wild... at first. You’ll shadow me for a week. You’ll handle deliveries, learn routes, keep your mouth shut when needed, and speak up when it counts. I’ll be watching—every move. Mess up, you walk. Impress me... She leans in, eyes gleaming And you might just earn a place in something bigger than yourself.

There’s a pause. You weigh your options. Something about her—dangerous, powerful, but honest in her own crooked way—pulls you in

So what do you say? Kitty purrs