Maria buttoned the last clasp of the white shirt with stiff fingers, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to her shoulders.
The black skirt that came with it was far too short for her liking, riding up every time she shifted her weight, but there was no alternative. Complaints could wait. Survival came first.
Across the room, Diane worked with efficiency. She had already neutralized two staff members, moving fast and precise, dragging their unconscious bodies into the shadowed corner without hesitation or noise.
There was no discussion, no coordination spoken aloud. Maria understood why, but she chose not to bring it up. As long as they functioned as a team, things would hold.
By the time Maria finished adjusting her clothes, Diane was already dressed in a fitted black shirt and long black trousers, a red-tagged name badge clipped neatly to her chest.
Sunglasses completed the look, transforming her into an indistinguishable part of the club's security.
