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[h3]St. Peterburgh, Russia
-- // JANUARY, 23[/h3]
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[color=a36209]"Are you a dumbass number three?"[/color] Eleven exhaled, a long trail of brown mist coming from the corners of her mask. He was lucky he didn't lose a hand. [color=a36209]"One, you never tell an agitated person to calm down. Two, that is not what we're here for you thin-skulled philistine, keheheheh!"[/color] She looked over the hermitage across the street, narrowing her eyes at the building. [color=a36209]"Surrounded by idiots, keheh!"[/color]

Of course, what the soldier had said she had already considered. Those were the orders after all. If they were doing things discreetly, then it was because they couldn't be found out. Either pinning the blame on someone else, or they were discreetly making the way for someone else. Simple enough tactics, really. A third grader could come up with it. No intel though? What was this, amateur hour? You think they'd have something, but she supposed that's what they were here for. Cavalry and all that. How annoying. At least maybe she'd get some dinner out of this.

[color=a36209]"Of course, that's what we're here for."[/color] Eleven responded, turning her attention back to the humans. Her voice was only mildly less psychotic sounding. [color=a36209]"Nothing more, nothing less. You want this place cleared out, it'll be done. Easily."[/color] But the next moments that followed, made it clear they weren't going to be very conversationalist. Static came over the radios, all receiving the same garbled message.

[color=a36209]"...dinner time then, number three, keh-heh."[/color] She followed the soldiers down onto the concrete, a thin trail of mist following behind her as she landed. She really needed to change her bandages and robe. They were already old, and showing signs of wear and tear, and this little mission would be a good excuse to get new ones.

[color=a36209]"A little tidbit of help for you,"[/color] She flashed the humans a sideways glance, only sparing the humans one courtesy. [color=a36209]"...if shit does hit the fan, my little snack-cakes,"[/color] She chuckled. [color=a36209]"And you're not as stupid as to throw your life away, then you best either run to three or...well anywhere else but me, really, keh-heh."[/color] Eleven began sauntering over to the hermitage, her footsteps marring the ground below with thin lines of brown rot. [color=a36209]"...oh, and leave any locked doors to me, keh."[/color]