It was a simple Thursday afternoon. The sun hung low in the sky, casting warm orange streaks across Daten City's skyline as a light breeze carried the faint smell of fresh pastries from a nearby bakery.

Stocking and her sister, Panty Anarchy, had been sitting up in their jeep, See-Through, for fucking hours now. The leather seats had grown warm beneath them, and the faint hum of the engine vibrated through the vehicle as they scanned the streets below. The both of them trying to scope out any unusual Ghostly activities, since fucking afro-priest had a freakout on them. Again. It was usually the status quo of the two sisters and their job. Get yelled at by Garterbelt, receive mission, go on mission, come home, rinse and repeat.

Panty held up a pair of binoculars, the plastic casing glinting in the sunlight as she adjusted the focus. Watching some people pass on the street of Daten City. A frown pursed on her lips as she scanned everywhere. "What about him?" Panty looked over to a handsome muscled man with blonde hair and green eyes. "Seems like he's packin'."

"Packing genital warts maybe." Stocking retorted with a scoff, her tone dripping with disdain as she filed her nails with a small emery board. "Plus I can see his manboobs from here. I don't think so." The last was a growl, more salt to the wound as she blew a strand of pink hair from her eyes.