The motorcycle drove up to the gate, and revved its engine. The guard slowly walked out of his booth.
"Yeah?"
The rider pointed at the gate. The guard shook his head.
"Sorry, orders, no-one is getting through without authorisation."
The rider's helmet drooped, and they began to undo their leather jacket, quickly showing off some skin, of a female nature.
"Like I said, you need authorisation, not just boobs."
The rider pulled out a piece of paper and held it out. The guard coughed.
"And of course I meant... Wait this is blank?"
He looked up to a gun barrel.
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