[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center] 
[center][i]front parlor[/i][/center]

Dareen cringed as suddenly almost everyone outside was the dead and Gen patted her on the back. Good job, everyone! The Reaper was here, sadistic as ever. He had created a little fighting to ring to murder everyone inside. Still on edge, Dareen glanced over at Mikhail.[color=c4df9b] "Lots of experience, yeah." [/color] She quietly affirmed his suspicions, her eyes flicking between the blood on her blade and the corpses before her. Grim work. She wondered how many people would miss them.

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"Whatever their plan was, it's a stupid one. Now we've the chance to escape. Whatever three dimensional game of checkers they're trying to play, it's bullshit. When you have the location of the target, it's best to gather as much strength as possible and ambush them as soon as you can[i] before[/i] they have the chance to escape. A Black Widow on the run is...well...nevermind."[/color] She trailed off, compressing her lips.

Stepping over the bloody remains she made her exit and tapped her crimson sabre against the dome.

More people were drawing near. She pressed her nose against the dome. [color=c4df9b]"You boys ready to give up yet?"[/color] She shouted, not sure how much sound get could through the dome. Hopefully there needn't be any more bloodshed. There was nothing these men could say that their superiors didn't already know. One could surmise the Reaper was here by the human paste sinking into the mud.