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[color=8882be]"Look at this,"[/color] Lauren said, waving a hand dismissively from Grat to Gren's efforts at cutting down timber. [color=8882be]"Look at this shit. Look at this fuckery on our hands. You'd think we didn't all have superpowers, huh?"[/color]

Lauren tilted her head backwards at Grat as she approached from the beach, giving the cold Mistralian girl a dazzling smile and tossing her hair up from over one of her emerald eyes. 

[color=8882be]"So Luke says you that bitch, huh? He's always talking about how you're 'bout that action."[/color] Lauren looked Gratia up and down, appraising the merits of the Vignoble girl for her plan before shrugging to herself and beaming wider. [color=8882be]"So look, we know how these rich bitches rock. We've been in this sim for what, fifteen minutes? This girl Stella, love be upon her, she's got an hour and a half of class to fill, right? I don't see her letting us skate out of here an hour early unless we're [i]done[/i] an hour early, and monsoon season don't take too kindly on these niggas out here. I think Stella's banking on that. So look here."[/color]

Lauren leaned forward and grinned conspiratorially, lifting up her jacket and displaying to Gratia what she was keeping underneath the garment. Her eyes were twinkling now - the look of the salesman making her pitch.

[color=8882be]"I'm going up there and I'm gonna finesse that motherfucking airship right from the sky. I got the ordinance to get us up there, but I don't know how many projections might be programmed to crew that bitch. I need a girl who packs some heat in case things go wild up there. Ain't like we're shedding any real blood up there, right? We're killing video game characters. Like running over hookers or whatever. You gun 'em down, toss 'em into the ocean, whatever you gotta do, and [i]I[/i] will take the ship down onto this here beach, pick up the kids, and we'll split the extra credit for not using any of this silver screen bullshit to try and flag the airship."[/color]

She was staring at Grat intently now, eyes boring right into the listless onyx gaze of the Mistralian girl.

[color=8882be]"Even before Luke told me about you, I could tell you were a shark. I could see it in you in Armory. I can appreciate that. And I always appreciate another girl looking to fuck over a zillionaire."[/color] Lauren covered up her package again with a casual brush of her jacket over its surface, and then pulled her hand away from the white leather and held it up to Grat to shake. [color=8882be]"So you come up there, be my shooter, and let's get this A-motherfucking-plus, the two of us. Then let's be friends."[/color]