"You got it." Amy got up, carefully picking up her used dishes as to not drop any of them on the floor. With one leg, she pushed the chair into the table and made her way across the kitchen. She was somewhat exhausted, but also curious as to why Grayson wanted her to go down there, so she would make her way to the armory to meet with him in a couple of minutes. For the moment, Amy stacked the dishes in the dishwasher, her mind randomly alluding to the worst case scenario regarding their upcoming mission. The level of bloodshed she imagined was unlike anything she'd seen before.

"Damn..." she whispered, slightly disturbed by her own thoughts, but she was able to smile just as easily as she headed for the exit. "See you guys later."

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"Hey, you wanted to see me?" Amy leaned on the doorway, her arms crossed in front of her, "This better be important because you're cutting into my nap time."

[@Crossfire]