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Olivia's peaceful slumber was ended by the loud din of the alarm. The screeching sound echoed through the warehouse. She grumbled slightly, getting to her feet and sending two empty bottles skidding across the floor. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the screen. A big red dot pulsed gently on the screen. Death Row. Of course it was Death Row. The large city section was filled to the brim with crime. 

Her eyes adjusting to the light, she found that two other vigilantes were, in fact, in the room. She must have missed them on her way in. She was far too tired to have noticed before, but luckily she had regained some energy from her nap.

"Not many more of us, are there? Let's just get this over with. Quick and easy." She stretched, removing her butterfly knife from a jacket pocket. "Maybe a midnight snack run afterwards?" she added, though it wasn't hard to tell that she was joking. Sometimes, in such a serious business, you just needed a little joke here and there. 

[@Silvan Haven] [@hagroden]

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