Andre Williams was an ordinary college student studying advanced robotics when the Angels has attacked. He had been in Miami at the time, so he was spared of their wrath but his family were living up in Michigan which hadn't been so lucky. He had come home after the attack to find that his entire family had been killed.
Ever since that day he had sworn revenge against the Angels. So when a government official offered him a chance to get revenge he jumped at the chance.
That's how he found himself at the entrance of a building in a man-made island out in the middle of the sea, nervously wondering if he could head right in. The guy who had brought him to the island on the boat, had only given him the address hadn't bothered to lead him there.
Thankfully, a woman came out off the building sipping on some canned coffee. She was an Indian woman with an incredible curvy body. Large breasts hung precariously from her chest, the biggest Andre had ever seen, long straight black hair flowed down from her head to her waist, and she had a cute and pouty face. She was wearing something strange however, a sort of red mechanical armor that only cover her nipples and vagina, leaving the rest of her flawless skin bare. However connected to that armor were all sorts of strange gadgets that Andre couldn't recognize. She seemed to have small mechanical wings and the armor ended at her feet creating some fall high heels to walk around in. A small number "03" was printed on a small piece of armor on her right shoulder.
She noticed him staring and walked towards him, moving in a way that models on a catwalk would do, every step making her breasts bounce ever so slightly. To his surprise, she started talking to him. "Are you Andre Williams?" She asked.
He blushed. "Uh… yes ma'am."
She gave him a rather tired look. "Just call me 03. I have orders to take you to the commander." 03 turned around so that I could that her backside was barely covered her butt completely visible. "Follow me." She walked into the building.
Andre followed her unable his eyes off her ass. She was just walking so provocatively. She had actually caught him staring at one point, but merely shrugged. "Enjoy it while you can from that angle," she said. "You'll understand the hassle of it soon enough."
He frowned. What did that mean?
After an elevator ride, they arrived in front of a pair of steel doors. Without knocking, 03 opened the doors and they walked in.
The entire room was dark and there was one long curved table with five figures wearing suit and ties fitting at it. Four of them were male and pretty average looking, but the one in the center was another female. She wearing a similar armor to 03, except this one was colored white and she, herself, was a lot less curvier than 03. She looked about 20, very out of place given who she was surrounded by. She was caucasian, her dirty blonde hair done into long pigtails. Her suit had the numbers, "00" printed on a portion of the armor.
She got up from her seat and extended her hand. "Hello, Andre. It's nice to meet you."
Andre carefully shook the hand. "Are you the commander?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes. You can call me 00."
Andre shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He had not been expecting this. He had thought there would be a gruff military commander not a cute girl his age.
"Just to clarify," she said. "You know why you are here."
"Yes." Andre clenched his fist. "I swear I'll get revenge on the Angels."
The men in suits jot down some notes before getting up and filing out of the room. 00 merely ignored them and instead nodded her head. "Good," she said. "To explain you mission, you will be tasked with wearing a weaponized suit of armor that will give you an advantage over the Angels." Another woman came, though she looked more like a secretary, rolling in a rack with a purple suit similar to what 03 and 00 had on. However the number for this one was 06.
"Umm…" Andre suddenly felt nervous. "L-like yours?"
00 raised an eyebrow. "Are you refusing to do this?"