Tikki slips a pair of fleshtone ear plugs into her ears, then opens her long 
duster and brings up the twin SCK-100 submachine guns slung from her shoulders. 
Saigo never sees what’s coming. One moment he’s grinning at the woman on his
arm, laughing with his companions, and in the next he’s twitching and jerking
under the massed assault of Tikki’s SMGs.