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[color=8dc73f]"If that's what you wanna call it,"[/color] the scarred woman said as a green light shone from behind her mask, visible only through the eye holes. A quick evaluation of the minds in the place caused the woman to lessen her tension. She could tell everyone in there was an assassin, or associated with the UAA. That would cause most more tension, but for this particular assassin, it meant opportunity to rise in her rank if situations went south.

Dream manipulation was a hell of a power.

And this was a hell of a drink. Heck, maybe that's what caused her tension to lessen. She didn't really know the difference anymore.

A buzz from her cellular phone caught her attention as the woman pulled her phone out of her pocket, participating in the newly obtained text messages.

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[b]"Maiden."[/b]

[right][color=8dc73f]"Falion."[/color][/right]

[b]"Our research is proving ineffective for the current moment."[/b]

[right][color=8dc73f]"Why had you felt the need to tell me this now? I was aware prior"[/color][/right]

[b]"I am telling you that one of our interns, mister... Flint, had possibly found a breakthrough."[/b]

[right][color=8dc73f]"What do you mean?"[/color][/right]

[b]"I do not know just yet. He is being very vague with his actions.[/b]

[right][color=8dc73f]"... put him in a room and give him what he requests and a few corpses."[/color][/right]

[b]"Right away."[/b]

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The Maiden returned to the world as she turned to the "boy" sitting beside her (he was drinking juice for fuck's sake), leaning over to him to whisper something. [color=8dc73f]"Would you believe me if I told you that there's somebody on the roof?"[/color] she asked before she returned to her seat, leaning over on the barside.

[@TheRedWatcher]