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With the nazi on the run, Lilliane had a moment to collect herself and survey the damages to the cafe. It wasn't pretty. Gunfire everywhere, holes in walls, and the destruction of enough property to bankrupt the owners. The place wouldn't open for a long time, that was certain. The rest of the group had decided to stay around and question the man. He wasn't to be trusted, of course. He worked with the Nazis and who was to say that this wasn't some kind of elaborate ruse.

Lilliane, however, was the one that had to think about and deal with the outcome of this. Numerous cusses came out of her mouth as she paced back outside, lightly kicking. Some in French, some in English, and even one in Spanish. Just thinking about how she had to fix all of this gave her a headache. Sabotage was easy to cover for. Someone's ineptitude, a plain accident, things along those lines. A full on gunfight resulting in an injured Nazi asset? It was a pain.

[color=E1DAD0]"In for a penny..."[/color]

She ran out. Well, if that asset disappeared, the Nazis wouldn't exactly have a full picture on what happened, would they? She ran after the woman. When she reached the hole at the back of the building, Taras' yelled at her through his stand. Damn, she knew already. All she had to do was... incapacitate her. She was injured, how hard could it be.