"Yes," Hammer said. I pulled my dress off, and he attached a shorter knife, more like a Gurkha blade, between my shoulder blades and under my bra strap. I had another knife hanging from a chain around my neck, the sheath between my breasts where I could pull down to draw the blade. The last knife I attached to my left thigh.

"What about you two," I asked as I pulled my dress back on.

He tossed Brent one of the bags. It only took them a few minutes for the two to dress in the matte-black combat armor with the helmets. Semi-automatic combat shotguns were last out. "Shouldn't you...