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Carmen sneered as she listened to the officer talking. Not so long ago she'd have been listening intently to the briefing, making sure to take note of every deail in case it turned out to be pivoital to her mission later on, but not anymore. After being betrayed and discarded the former specialist had had to learn to survive in the cramped military prisons she'd been dumped in and her disrespcet for corrupt and self-serving officials had grown significantly.

Idly her hands dropped to her waist, and she plucked one of the pistols she had been given from her holster. Almost as second nature she released the clip, cleared the chamber and checked the barrel sights before slamming the magazine back in place. It felt good to have the weight of the weapon in her hand again, and her palm formed itself around the familiar pistol grip as if it was part of her body. Repeating the actions with her other pistol Carmen began to zone out, letting herself fall into the calm meditative state she normally adapted before a mission as her body prepared itself for action.