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Diana crouches on a roof of a tall building nearby, her finger tapping impatiently on her arm as she waits for the signal. She had refused to ride with the others; crowded backs of trucks made her claustrophobic. Besides, from here she had a clear view of her colleagues and outward cameras and security. She flicks a finger and a mechanic bird flutters around the building, looking in. She taps her temple to comm with the others, her tone lightly teasing. [color=8493ca]”Relax, Mars. All clear.”[/color]