Hands run quickly over her flanks and belly, down both her legs, then over 
her back. The MK-7 gas dispenser disappears from her left jacket pocket. The 
Zimmer narcoject hold-out pistol leaves her right jacket pocket. The Civilian 
RX-10000 electro-stunner slips out from under the front waistband of her 
trousers. The Kang slides out of the holster at the small of her back. Various 
other implements leave the sheaths inside her boot-tops. She blinks the last of 
the water out of her eyes as her hands are tugged down behind her back. The 
fingerless gloves on her hands are veiled in a spiderwebbing of feminine black 
lace, but that doesn’t inhibit their effect. They’re called shock gloves,
straight out of the Ares Winter Catalog. Someone pulls them off her hands, then 
traps her wrists in prisoner-restraint cuffs.