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[/row][/table][color=f49ac2]"Why they███ after me, huh? █ gues█ you could say they want my head."[/color] SIGINT's words came across the radio calmly, as she stretched out her left arm. It was beginning to feel better after the impact, but it would probably still be sore for a few days. [color=f49ac2]"Well, that██ ████ me being coy with the truth, so █f I'm wanting y█u t█ trust me, I guess I should say somethi██ ████ straightforward, like, 'there's a computer in my brain that they want to take'. Or █s that [i]too[/i] str██ghtforw█rd?"[/color] The girl frowned a bit dipping her head back and forth as she weighed the matter. Her mouth hadn't moved the entire time, so to an onlooker, it might appear that she was simply thinking to herself very emotively. [color=f49ac2]"To be h█nest, I'm missing s█me piece█ of the puzz███ myself. This can't be th█ [i]only[/i] Neural Implant in dev███pment, or ev██ on the market. [i]Something[/i] mus█ be special about it, but...eh, th█y [i]are[/i] a bunch ██ fat cats, so maybe they're j██t being vindictive, for al█ I know."[/color]

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[i][color=f49ac2]"Why did you come after me!? I told you to stay home!!"[/color]

[color=92278f]"We want you back, Anna! Please—"[/color]

[color=f49ac2]"You idiot!! They followed you here!!"[/color]

[color=92278f]"I...no— I— I was sure that—"[/color][/i]

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...She knew that wasn't it. It had gone way too far to be simple vindication, even by the most wealthy person she could imagine.

There would have been no reason for [i]her[/i] to be involved, if that was the case.

With a long sigh, the young girl cracked open a can of beer that she had picked up on the way here, from a roadside vending machine. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually put money into one, let alone valid identification. The factory and maintenance codes were things she could track down online, so she just had to ask it for its model number and run a search. Hardly even counted as hacking.

It was then that the explosion rattled her eyes and ears. Slowly turning towards it, Anastasiya rested her elbows on the railing as she gazed out over the reddened water, reacting with an impressed whistle at the scope of the destruction. [color=f49ac2]"Wow, things are getting pretty explodey over here, huh?"[/color] She said out loud, straightening her glasses. [color=f49ac2]"...I should [i]prooobably[/i] skip town after this."[/color]

Reason was beginning to return to her, slowly. Up until that point, she had still been in the mindset of accepting an imminent death, like the last player in a board game doing everything they can to screw over the person in the lead just out of spite. She wouldn't have done something as hopelessly reckless as plastering her face over the airwaves if it hadn't been for that. It was only now that she was realizing, that thanks to Kate's interference, she actually [i]did[/i] have a chance to get out of this alive. Probably. Maybe. Eh.

In either case, abandoning her to corporate goons after all of this wasn't the kind of dick move she had in her playbook — although she certainly had quite a few others.

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Pinging the sniper's radio for a z-coordinate-inclusive location marker, and quickly downloading the blueprints of the nearby building from public records, it didn't take too long to figure out what door she was talking about. There was a slightly worrying period of silence while that information was compiled, though — internally, the girl was cursing that she didn't have her bag of robots with her. Not having visual on anything she was doing was making it a lot harder, and take significantly longer...not that she'd ever let someone else see her sweat.

[color=f49ac2]"You g█t it, act█vat█ng voodoo. Just lemme m█ke a doll █f the buildin██"[/color] Kate's radio crackled, followed by a short chuckle. A few moments later, the garage door opened by exactly a foot — and then immediately lowered again, about halfway, as though it were going to slam shut. [color=f49ac2]"Kkkkhhhehehehe...nah, j█st kiddin██"[/color] After a short delay, the door was raised to the interloper's requested height. [color=f49ac2]"You've gotta b█ th█ only angel I know who rolls ar█und █n the ground, though. Not that I me██ many angels in my l█ne of w█rk."[/color]