LLENN - Tactical Paw-sition

"Tell me again why I'm doing this?" LLENN muttered over comms, buried beneath a mound of plushies and bears. Pitohui’s voice replied with glee. "Because nobody suspects the claw machine, silly! Now be a good little prize and stay put - you're live plushie bait, and there's nothing you can do about it." "She’s right, you know," Miyu added, way too cheerfully. "No GGO player would give you a second look in there. Pinball or a shooter, maybe...But a claw machine? Nah. I'd have gone with Whac-A-Mole. LLENN the adorable violent pink mole." LLENN growled under her breath. "The glass casing should throw off their FLIR scopes," M said in his usual measured tone - trying, and failing, to sound consoling. "Heat shouldn't transmit through the glass cleanly. If you stay still, you’ll just look like any warm machine." On cue, two enemy players wandered past. Clueless. LLENN’s grip tightened around P-Chan. She exhaled sharply through clenched teeth. "This is the dumbest plan you’ve ever come up with," she hissed. "And yet," Pitohui sang, "you're still in it." LLENN had just enough time to mutter a curse - before her finger wrapped around P-Chan's trigger; shredding her glass cocoon, and the enemies behind it.