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Her radio. Her radio’s talking. Sometimes she forgets she even has that.
[color=pink]”Ah - copy, Warlock. Repositioning to cover exits, ETA 15 secs, should be ready when you are. I might be able to arrange a less-lethal if I don’t get any surprises.”[/color]
Rifle, assembled. Streaming persona offline. Scope live. Nothing but stiffs on visual.
[color=plum]WHO IS THAT BEHIND THE CRUISER
WHPSE CAR IS THAT @Pink_Dot READ ME TGE NUMBER
u ok?
@Pink_Dot !!!!![/color]
Chat window closed.
Mira takes a short run and a long jump over the carnage, rifle tightly cradled for the landing across the street.
[color=pink]”Careful with whoever dropped this many Regs. I’d lose to just one.”[/color]