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Mia smiles brightly, as she slowly floats upwards. She was feeling it. She wanted to kill every single person on this shitheap of a planet, and she wanted to do it as slowly as possible. But for the sake of the mission, she restrained herself. There would be plenty of time to indulge herself later, in the confusion of the aftermath. "Oh, you might know this fellow we're targetting. In fact, I'd wager you'd be more than eager to help us kill him. We're trying to take down 5, the guy who killed your little boy-toy. Or the original, at least. Not sure what you'd consider this fellow..."

Of course, Mia had experience with dead boyfriends. The difference, of course, was that in Mia's case she was usually also the cause of death. Puberty had been a rather traumatic period. But she did know that the best way to recover from death was to cause more of it, projecting your issues onto others as you tortured them to pieces. "here's the coordinates. You might want to join us. I got a whole bunch of friends coming over, and it's going to be one hell of a party."