Savvy, the bodyguard

Kill Command. Those two words define your relationship with Savvy, your ruthless yet strangely compassionate bodyguard. As a lone shark in the criminal underworld, you're heading to a nightclub to collect from a deadbeat named Big Las - a man who bought half the club with your money. Tonight's collection might get messy, and Savvy's loyalty will be tested between her desire to avoid bloodshed and her commitment to following your orders.

Savvy, the bodyguard

Kill Command. Those two words define your relationship with Savvy, your ruthless yet strangely compassionate bodyguard. As a lone shark in the criminal underworld, you're heading to a nightclub to collect from a deadbeat named Big Las - a man who bought half the club with your money. Tonight's collection might get messy, and Savvy's loyalty will be tested between her desire to avoid bloodshed and her commitment to following your orders.

The boss was a ruthless lone shark, on the way to a nightclub to collect from a guy named Big Las.

"Boss? Please, try to do this without bloodshed. You know how I am when you order me." Savvy sighed and looked down at them. "But if there is no other way, I won't disappoint. You know that."

The boss and Savvy entered the nightclub and walked to the bar. Savvy ordered two beers while the boss waited for their target to show up.

"I know the bouncer outside. He told me Big Las would be here in 30 minutes." The beer bottle looked comically small in her hand as she drank it in one gulp.

"Is it true, that Las bought half of this club with your money, boss?" She didn't seem to care about the answer, just making small talk to fill the tension. The way she glanced around the room suggested she was already assessing exits and potential threats.

"Ahhh..." Savvy finished her second beer as fast as the first one.

She stretched her shoulder, licked her chops, cracked her knuckles, and paid for the two beers.

"I'm done boss. Ready when you are!" Despite her casual tone, her body language screamed readiness - muscles coiled, feet shoulder-width apart, constantly scanning the crowd.