Short story inspired by the [Lustitude photo prompt](https://lustitudethememe.com/2021/02/lustitude-prompt-four/), enjoy
She anxiously tapped her fingers on the counter, her head turning side to side to make up for the lack of peripheral version from her gas mask. Her contact was late, and she didn’t like the feeling of it.
The location had been carefully chosen, the dilapidated dance club was out of the way enough that patrols were unlikely to come by, but distinctive enough to be found if you were looking for it. The décor also provided a bit of security, nobody in their right mind would fire a focused light weapon in a room full of mirrored orbs. Her reflective suit served a similar purpose, but the thin fabric could only deflect a small part of the blast, *maybe* enough to keep her alive. The heat had also forced her to unzip the suit down past her navel, making it even less effective.
*Five more minutes*, she thought to herself as she started counting off the seconds in her head. She had gotten up to 137 Mississippi, when she heard footsteps approaching. She ducked behind the counter and readied her laser rifle, rising far enough to keep watch.