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[color=8882be]"Whoa! What the fuck!?"[/color]

Unlike Luke, who had so few women in his life before this month that the sight of them from out of nowhere could still surprise him, Lauren was not taken aback specifically by Sangue's presence. Rather, what surprised her was the quiet girl's surprising acumen for the art of the con. How did [i]Sangue[/i] know what the hell a finder's fee was, and the importance of getting a [i]primo[/i] one?

She found herself looking at her beloved teammate with new eyes. Was she going to be a threat to the payoff?

And what the fuck was on her--

[color=8882be]"Sangue, babe, are you [i]bleeding?"[/i][/color]

A second later, she remembered Sangue's venoms and felt slightly sheepish...though, to be fair, if anyone was going to stand there and casually let herself bleed from the mouth like a nerve toxin victim, it would probably be Sangue Naga.

[color=8882be]"Never mind. C'mon, babe. C'mon, Luke."[/color] She stepped out of the lift and led the two down the hall, back to where the drums had been stored. There wasn't anything particularly special about them, as far as Lauren could tell - just blue containers that were heavy as a motherfucker to even try and lift from the top or bottom. So Lauren set two down and gently nudged each with a foot, pushing a barrel further towards the lift with each step. If each person brought two drums with them in the same fashion...and there were three people here...

[color=8882be][i]Oh we are gonna be   s w i m m i n g   in lien![/i][/color]

She took it all back.

She loved this job.