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[sub][color=111111][b]Outskirts of Frixion Prime — Drawbridge[/b][/color]
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[/row][/table]This was it. Her one chance.

SIGINT had put her hands up reluctantly (though, not reluctantly enough to wipe that stupid smile off her own face), when the man with the handheld and Doggo came into view. Even if her stealth suit had been functional at that point, it wouldn't have mattered. Thermo-optic camouflage doesn't stop you from being sniffed out, and she sure as hell wasn't outrunning the little guy either.

The hydroelectric dam, upstream, the source of the canal...it was part of the same water control system that she had broken into in order to control the drawbridge, but that didn't mean that it lacked its own protections. It was a major piece of city infrastructure, after all. She could do it, but there was no time frame. The "Keep Them Talking" plan had held out for just shy of long enough to hack into [i]a pair of ocular implants[/i] (which were, admittedly, pretty sweet, now that SIGINT had their specs...[i]damn[/i] that's a lot of input, though...) It just wasn't going to buy that kind of time.

The agent coming up the side, and the stealing of one of her assailant's eyes, made the best window she could have had in this situation. If she was lucky, she could turn tail and book it while the two groups fought.

...But, she hesitated.

The drawbridge, half-raised, creaked and groaned as if under the weight of her own uncertainty.

Which direction to run?

 
[color=f49ac2][i]It's...strange.

Talking with someone just to buy time, and realizing that you treasured such a short exchange.

Having your plan foiled, not with a gun to your head, but with an open hand.

I guess I just...got used to people trying to shoot me all the time.

Or only talking to me because they needed a favor, or wanted some kind of leverage.

 
Heh...

Hey, that little argument we had, back there...

...Did you have fun...too...?[/i][/color]

 
That moment of hesitation saved her life. Had she backed away immediately, those explosive rounds would have been a direct hit. Instead, they threw up dust and debris behind her, as she ran forward.

In a way, she wasted her chance. She had played her last card in a bid to escape, only to run right into the arms of her pursuers.

But, in another way...wasn't this a chance within itself?

[color=f49ac2]"Not often I get outsmarted...! Normally, when I lose, it's because the other guy brought a gun. This is actually fun!"[/color] The girl called out to Colin, the battered soles of her stealth suit pounding against the groaning bridge. [color=f49ac2]"Hell, if it's you or the drones, don't expect to pull my arm too haOHSHI—"[/color]

Speaking of drones, the girl ducked to the side as a spray of ballistics covered her shoulder. The bullets didn't penetrate her armor, but [i]god damn[/i] did that shit hurt. [color=f49ac2]"Motherfucking— [i]I am so done with this bridge.[/i]"[/color]

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[color=f49ac2]"St█tus update.█Got shot on th█ bridge again█"[/color]

[color=f49ac2]"Gon██ try not st█nding still on █t this time██I'll let yo█ know how that goes█"[/color]