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[sub][color=111111][b]Outskirts of Frixion Prime — Drawbridge[/b][/color]
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[/row][/table]Anya wouldn't hear SIGINT snickering to herself, like some sort of madwoman atop the bridge. [color=f49ac2][sub]"Oh man, bullet-filled piñata, that's a good one..."[/sub][/color] Some 'angel'. Well, although the girl didn't have visual on her anymore without the security cameras, it sounded like she had met a friendly, at least. [color=f49ac2]"The backup g█nerators in that building ar█ probably done revving up by n█w, so I think you and y█ur new friend should hurry █p and get a ro█m. A [i]different[/i] room█"[/color]

[color=f49ac2]"Als█— oh, hey, th█t's new."[/color] The radio came on shortly, before suddenly cutting off again. [color=f49ac2]"Rem█mber how you told m█ not to get shot on th█ bridge again? I [i]might[/i] be ab█ut to get shot on the bridge agai██"[/color]

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A hooded person, wearing a slightly dislodged mask and bearing the unmistakable shape of a gun, pointed to the opposite side of her, at the building she had been staring up at a moment before. SIGINT turned to face them, still with one elbow on the side of the bridge, returning a wide-toothed, brace-bearing smile that was somewhere between curious and manic. Seemingly unabashed of her orthodontics, as Giggles approached closer, the facial stain of a not-insignificant degree of acne could be seen, previously hidden with some strategically-applied concealer that had been washed off during her waterslide adventure. Between that, and the dirt on her face (it wasn't a very clean waterslide), the six was beginning to look more and more like a four. Or maybe a three.

...That bodysuit probably had an abdominal brace in it, too. Two?

[color=f49ac2]"Oh come on, I've been scurrying [i]all day[/i]. Gimme a break, will ya? I'm just here to grab a beer and watch the fireworks."[/color] The girl returned the same pose, placing a hand on her hip in a mocking gesture. [color=f49ac2][i]And meet a friend, but she's running late...oh well. Guess I gotta handle this one without the help of the Flying Window-Shagger.[/i][/color] Even though the person in front of her was carrying a weapon, she didn't seem at all afraid. It was less of a poker face, and more like the obvious tell of someone holding a full house — as long as they were reading their cards right, of course

[color=f49ac2][i]Opposite side of the bridge...perfect. As long as they don't cross the divider in the middle...[/i][/color]

She leaned forward, wet bangs sticking to her forehead and leaving brownish, muddy outlines where they did. [color=f49ac2]"Also? People in glass houses shouldn't throw headwear, [i]masky[/i]."[/color] As SIGINT adjusted her glasses, the brief moment where the lenses reflected the moonlight hid the movement of her eyes. That ocular equipment was definitely advanced...she could tell at a glance that it wasn't civilian gear. Looked like it was hooked up to more than just the eyes, too, but the olfactory segment was switched off at the hardware level. Nothing she could do about that.

In any case, those eyes...could she steal those eyes? Well, even assuming she could, it was really more a matter of [i]how quickly[/i]. If they were just really fancy civvie binocs, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that getup almost looked military-level. If she started now, and kept the person talking long enough, then [i]maybe[/i]...

[right][sup][i]Endpoint Address 8dc7:00ae:39b5:aba0:0076:662d:f797:9e0b "Kate" Bandwidth Priority Medium → Low
Endpoint Address fd34:fe56:7891:2f3a:3fef:4a00:a391:399d "Masky" Bandwidth Priority Added → High[/i][/sup][/right]
[color=f49ac2]"You don't look like police. [sub]Not that I'd listen to police anyway.[/sub]"[/color] The girl squinted, an overeager motion that made it clear that she was giving Giggles a thorough inspection. An exaggerated level of emotiveness was clear in almost all of her actions, but it seemed to come naturally to her. Like an alligator's jaw, the moment she began speaking again, her metal-clad teeth took part in a vile smirk. [color=f49ac2]"Heh, you look more like you should be inspecting the sewage drain way downstream. If [i]you're[/i] the 'big girl' in town, I gotta wonder, are they just leaving everything to bounty hunters these days?"[/color]