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[h3]--The Carmine Hall--[/h3]

[@BrokenPromise] [@Ponn] [@Crusader Lord] [@FamishedPants] [@SilverPaw]

At Binky's revelation, the brunette took a slow, deep breath via her mouth, then made a long, drawn-out sigh with all the resignation of a convenience store employee, a sigh capable of draining dry the energy from even the liveliest of parties. Plenty of thoughts gradually formed into half-coherent words inside Valkyrie's mind, but she nipped it at the bud, pushing them to the back of her head. It didn't matter, she was here to follow orders and get paid, not play politician. Just follow instructions and take the money, which was convenient considering a bulk of those instructions involved purging monster filth.

As long as Fritzi had the money and the monster hunt list, then she would have Valkyrie's allegiance. The doctor being a sociopathic piece of work was irrelevant, no one's perfect anyway. 

For the duration of the ride, Valkyrie simply listened to the cabbage-haired esper's answers on the various questions that her co-workers raised. None of those sound unreasonable, she could provide fire support wherever she's needed. One thing though... [color=ff991c][i]Stall the freelancers, huh?[/i][/color] Yeah she could do that, but no promises. If there'd ever be a situation in which she had to choose between a comrade's life or a freelancer's, she'd not even have the slightest hesitation to pull the trigger. Those freelancers had made their opportunistic allegiance clear after all, they were as likely to work for Maverick as well as Gemini, a wildcard could be useful in some circumstances, but in others, well, nothing personal really. 

Soon enough, the Gemini convoy arrived at the mission location as Lada immediately used the bodies of dead Cobra Gang members to conjure the barrier, convenient and good riddance, [i]finally[/i] those scum could be useful in death where they lacked in life. Upon hearing the first shots being fired, Valkyrie mentally engaged 'combat mode' as her orange eyes no longer involuntarily blinked. As the only primary ranged fighter in the group (Avenir was more of a caster), the sniper decided to disembark last from the van, a logical maneuver really. As soon as she did, however, she wasted no time in following the group to charge into the mansion, its double doors proved inconsequential in the face of Leroux's warhammer.

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The interior was... incredibly stereotypical of a vampire-owned dwelling. It was so stereotypical that Valkyrie couldn't help but wonder if Justin was the type to see all of these ridiculous portrayals of fictional vampires and decided to embrace them wholesale. Would he appear in an 18th century nobleman's suit along with an oversized black cape to greet them in a Romanian accent too? Heh, to be honest, that'd be neat, at least they could exchange pleasantries before she put a sabot straight through his cold unbeating heart.

Though the markswoman's eyes scanned the whole hall for any targets as was standard procedure, her attention glossed over the details; the scarlet carpet, grand organ, its eye-rolling spooky mansion music, the morbid statues, and everything. Contrary to what others might believe, nope, she didn't get chills running through her from this glorified haunted house attraction, what [i]did[/i] give her chills was the sight of [i]live[/i] hostages being chained to pillars, faces covered by sacks. Oh... so this was how it's going to be, huh? Hmmm... a show of cruelty or... desperation? Might be neither, these people might just be Justin's food stockpile, you know, bloodsucker and all.

[i]Good[/i], this blatant display of inhuman savagery assured that everyone here should have no moral objections to hunt these monsters down to the last creature.

Her eyes locked onto the only non-agent, non-hostage, individual in the room, the finely-suited broad-shouldered vampire, likely a member of Justin's coven. She casually took aim at the creature's heart, his poem entering one ear and spilling out the other as his words became nothing more than ambient noise, though she did catch a few words by virtue of her murderous attention being locked onto him.

How about we take a third option, hmm? We live, the hostages live, and [i]you[/i] die.

[color=ff991c][b]"Permission to cull the vampire?"[/b][/color] Valkyrie inquired, her voice relayed through the team's comms. 

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21 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | The Faceless
Teslic Gauss | Long Gun | Physical | Nibelung Valesti
Northern Sentinel | Government Agent
Electromagnetism | Lightning | Static Shock 
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Pull (2), Piercing (2), Bend (0)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | Max Mana: 500
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