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Norika let out an impressed whistle, nodding in approval. "Helluva shot, Kim," she said over the comms. "Clean kill. Almost feel sorry for the bastard." She shifted her blades into defensive mode. "So we got that freaky human centipede mopped up, and we don't come home with third degree burns. I call that a win-win. Well, a win for me, a win for Kim, and a lose for the creepy-crawly. Where are we needed next?"