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[color=red][b]H[/b][/color]eavy footsteps on epoxy floor, rattles of equipment through the corridor. and noises of eezo-assisted actuators. The Reds made their presence known.

Up front were three average looking humans, all of whom were equipped with shoddy gear and red armbands. One was a soldier with a vindicator rifle and a harness loaded with molotov cocktails. The second one was a vanguard protected by biotic barrier and carried a baseball bat wrapped in electrified wires. Finally, an engineer was pushing a dolly loaded with a bound hostage.

At the back of the group was the person assumed to be Banes. His gear was in much better shape than the Reds'. His weapon was an [url=https://masseffect.fandom.com/wiki/M-358_Talon]M-358 Talon[/url]. His [url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/masseffect/images/4/4f/Offense_Armor_MEI.png]armor[/url] was sleek and unmarked; in fact, it was very similar to Outcast's armor.

In the middle was Weisman himself. Decked out in a refurbished [url=https://masseffect.fandom.com/wiki/N7_Destroyer_Soldier]T5-V battlesuit[/url] with crimson stripes, the Reds boss was an imposing figure over two meters tall. Unlike his minions' second-hand weapons, Weisman lugged around a fully-functioning [url=https://masseffect.fandom.com/wiki/Geth_Spitfire]geth spitfire[/url].

They were ready for a fight, but when the Reds entered the lobby, they found none. All they found were two dead gang members and a shattered orb.

[url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a54d1345-42f8-4f58-88a6-e55241832901.gif]"No!"[/url] Banes quietly exclaimed at the scene, but he was completely ignored by the Reds in front.

Weisman commanded his three goons forward. Pushing the dolly with one hand and gripping a pistol in the other, the engineer was flanked by a Red on each side. The hostage tied to the dolly was a sturdy-looking asari, dressed in a mix of farm gear and recently scrubbed eclipse kit. She did not appear to be conscious.

"In awe at the size of this lad..." Lizbeth whistled. "Heh, I mean, try lighting their wannabe soldier on fire? Those bottles look volatile."

Just a few steps inside the lobby, the Reds' radio buzzed.

"Uh, boss, there's nothing back here." The duo that split off reported.

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Solveig smirked at the two goons meeting her ruse. The next thing they'd meet would be the cold slap of a cryo bullet. Shot one landed, the blur of the scope made it hard to see whichever one it was. [color=662d91]"What the fuck is this gun?"[/color] She asked, exasperated as she tried her best to line up the second shot. 

As she pulled the trigger, something happened inside of it, and the cold that was supposed to fire out fired off inside instead - freezing through the chamber until the whole thing just shattered in her hands, leaving behind a cloud of powdered snow and chunks of rifle. [color=662d91]"Okay, what the fuck? Maybe we have a problem Lizbeth, one more motherfucker just ran in. Gun exploded, it's like Santa Claus' grotto in here. I'm heading down."[/color]

"You froze the one with the grenade launcher!" Lizbeth confirmed. "Zip down that cable, Wraith, and you might intercept the second one."

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Amina peeked around a corner at the group of thugs, Zenn close by. [color=ffb302][i]Perfect,[/i][/color] she thought. The Reds were bunched together with little interval between them. She reached for a flashbang, nodding at Zenn as she readied it to throw. The position of the hostage made things risky, but if they executed this right along with Nadara and Zenobia they could mow the Reds down in less than thirty seconds with no harm to the captive. The leader in the battlesuit might be difficult to bring down so they needed to focus on dropping the cronies before going for him - thin the ranks.

Amina inhaled sharply, grenade primed in her hand. Leaning around the corner she drew her arm back and threw, the flashbang flying through the air and plunking down perfectly in the midst of the Reds. Amina dropped back behind the corner and covered her ears.

[color=ffb302]“Grena-!”[/color]

The flashbang exploded, the ear-splitting sound cutting through the air as the flash lit up the lobby. Amina could hear the pained and confused shouts of the enemy. She stood back up, reaching for her rifle as the fight kicked off.

Amina's flashbang landed slightly ahead of the Reds. This meant the three goons caught the brunt of the effect, completely blinding them and making them flail about aimlessly. Weisman seemed less disoriented. He only covered his helmet visor with one hand and shook his head to recover his vision. Banes was too far back. Though the flashbang took his focus away from the broken orb.

Peaking around the corner, Zenn made a mental note of where each enemy was positioned and began to prioritize his targets. The engineer pushing the hostage had to be the first to go. The other soldiers would be too occupied with getting to cover to stop and grab the dolly. Giving the team an opening to secure the hostage and allow them to really cut loose. With his target chosen, Zenn pulled back and readied his M-97 Viper. He looked to Amina, who was already holding a flashbang and waiting for his signal. A classic opener to ensure they took the Reds by surprise. He nodded back to her and watched as she tossed the grenade into the room and waited for it to detonate.

The moment he saw the flash of light emanate from the lobby accompanied by the deafening bang, Zenn pivoted out for cover and aimed down his scope. The engineer had not moved far from Zenn’s mental image and the quarian was able to immediately line up his crosshairs on the engineer’s helmet. He followed the engineer's wild failing until he was certain he could make the shot. He slowly exhaled to steady his aim, then pulled the trigger. The shot echoed through the lobby. A splatter of red mist confirmed the hit as the engineer stiffened up, then crumpled to the floor lifelessly. 

[color=0054a6]Scratch one!”[/color]

Amina leaned back around the corner and raised her Vindicator, bringing her eye to the scope. She had noticed the one man carrying the Molotov cocktails and decided to try her luck. Finding her mark, Amina placed the dot of her scope on the still staggered thugs’ chest. She squeezed the trigger firing off a triple burst. The crapper armor of the Red did not protect him from the hit, all three rounds driving straight into his upper chest, however the Molotovs did not explode - the shot hitting too high. The Red collapsed, Amina ducking back behind her cover.

In mere seconds, Weisman found two of his three underlings dead. Still a little disoriented, he went to grab the vanguard. But the vanguard's blind baseball bat swings caught Weisman square in the midsection. 

Weisman shoved the vanguard to the front entrance, unaware of the fiery death he had just sentenced his minion to. Himself stumbled back awkwardly toward the reception counter; Weisman took a step too big for the powersuit motors and fell on his arse.

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As the group of Reds entered the room, Nadara pinged Amina and Zenn who confirmed they were in position. Amina acted first. The flash was blinding and had Nadara and Kysar not been hiding behind the door, they might have even been affected by it. [color=82ca9d][i]A warning would be nice in future,[/i][/color] she thought. She would have been more annoyed if it hadn’t worked so well. All the lower ranking idiots were out of commission momentarily and the other two had been distracted well enough. 

Zenn’s swift action following the flash bang was a work of genius. Targeting the enemy pushing the dolly that held her [i]sim’re[/i], he easily dispatched him, leaving a glaring opening. It was almost as if they’d planned it. The team was functioning better than she could have hoped given the mistakes from earlier. 

Not wasting a second, Nadara used her biotic charge to reach the other Asari in seconds. Her smugness soon dissipated however, because it was only when she was surrounded by flailing enemies that Nadara realized she’d never performed a charge while carrying anyone before. Should she push the dolly or carry the Asari’s body?

The moment of doubt was enough for the enemy who’d been affected the least by the flash bang to take his aim on her. Nadara glanced back toward Kysar, who was already taking aim at the suited figure. 

She would have been relieved had she not known how terrible his own aim had proven to be. And just as she anticipated, Kysar’s warp had little effect, taking only a small bit of the figure’s shields. 

Out of options, Nadara pushed the dolly, frantically relying on the power of her own legs to run far enough away from them. As she did so, she put up a biotic sphere, covering both her and her [i]sim’re[/i]. 

It wasn’t enough to stop the overpowered shot from the suited enemy, whose sights had been trained on her from the instant she charged forward. Whatever ammo he was using, it was unlike anything Nadara had experienced before.

The bullet smashed through her sphere, shattering it, and continuing until it struck her right shoulder. Thankful that the sphere had likely slowed and affected the bullet’s trajectory, she made it to the other side of the room. 

Nadara knelt beside the dolly with a hand on her shoulder. It wasn’t fatal, but it hurt like hell.

[color=82ca9d][i]Damnit, Kysar![/i][/color]

Nadara had vaulted from their hiding spot before either of the two realised that Banes was unaffected by the flash bang. 

[color=800000][i]Shit.[/i][/color]

There wasn’t much time, the turian had to act quick. It was obvious from the look of his armour that Banes was shielded. Kysar lifted his wrist, lining up his omni-tool with enemy and fired.

A flash of light followed by several crackles of electrical bolts shot forth from the omni-tool. His wrist jolted from the malfunction, causing the overload to fire askew.

Ducking back behind cover as Banes released a volley of shots, the Turian swore once more. What was going on? How could he possibly have damaged his…

Kysar’s head dropped with the revelation. The van, the crash must’ve damaged his omni-tool. Peaking back over the cover, he caught the wounding of his comrade. The team member he had swore to protect, just as he had the members of his former squad. He failed her just as he had failed countless others. SRN members, his squad during the reaper wars, his own mother. The turian's head dropped lower as despair took hold. [color=800000][i]Bareface.[/i][/color] Maybe they’d been right about him all along maybe…

[color=800000]“No…”[/color] he whispered, [color=800000]“No, fuck this and fuck them!”[/color] Anger bubbled forth like a viper shooting up from his stomach. His hands gripped his rifle harder than he’d ever done so. Things weren’t over, not until he said they were. Raising back just over cover he unleashed hell upon those left, emptying a whole thermal clip while screaming. 

[color=800000]“Eat this you fucks!”[/color]

The vanguard, already pushed towards the door by their bumbling boss, got the hell out of dodge, breathing a sweet sigh of relief, for a moment at least.

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Meanwhile, back in the tower - Solveig was to her feet on the approach of the window with the zipline. She supposed a good thing about the implant arm was that it could handle the cable without any pain to her actual body. As she readied herself for the drop, like a hawk she made sight of the other goon as he ran back out. [color=662d91]"Oh... unfinished business,"[/color] she said quietly before falling under her tactical cloak again and pushing off from the window. 

The idiot was about to cross right under her - and the noise from inside the building drowned out that of the zipline. Either that, or he was just too damn stupid to notice. 

At the point that they crossed, and before he was under her, Solveig let go and fell a few feet down until she landed on his shoulders with a quiet thud, her arm wrapped around his neck almost as fast and she pulled tight in a swivel until she felt the crack. At the next moment her feet met the ground and he dropped under her. 

She hoped Lunatic had seen that, it seemed the kind of ridiculous stunt she'd have gotten a kick out of. 

[color=662d91]"Taken care of him. Back on ground."[/color]

"Whoa, good kill, Wraith. That's was straight out of-" Lizbeth's voice changed mid sentence. "Shit, Sunset's hit! Godmother, get to the front now!"

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Zenobia was mad, yes. But she wasn't stupid. With a hostage out front her options were pretty damn limited; one wrong shockwave or lance, and it was game over. And with that vanguard out front with the damned bat, she couldn't punch her way that, even without the prisoner.

Ducking out just in time to avoid the flashbang, she peered back up over the barrier to see the hostage scurrying to safety. That opened her options up, and her eyes drifted to the crate of molotovs.

Oh boy, did she have an idea. [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/2ce881ba-6eec-4140-8f87-a1d4807f257f.gif]Combat rolling[/url] over behind it, she waited for the guy with the bat to get into position before...

[color=007236]"Hey, who wants a light?"[/color] With a wicked laugh, she kicked the crate with a combined biotic push to send it flying into the vanguard. The immediate area burst into flames, chewing through his biotic barrier rapidly and forcing him to run screaming out of the inferno, right into Zenobia's clothesline as she dashed through the fire and into a flanking position, rapidly patting out a flame that stuck to her uniform.

[color=007236]"Going loud!"[/color] Zenobia cackles.

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Amid the chaos, Banes' focus was singularly on the shattered orb. But the electric current from Kysar's omni-tool shook him from it. He ducked as overload flew wide, grazing him and chipping away a bit of shield. When he resumed his firing position, Banes' hands and his Talon pistol glowed with an azure shimmer, imbuing the pistol with warp ammo.

A loud bang and the crackle of biotic energy trails followed Banes' shot. Pellets ripped through Nadara's barrier and one of them found its way into her shoulder. Recoil kicked up the pistol like a mule, preventing Banes from a quick follow-up shot.

There would be no more shots to or from Banes. Shaking his head at Weisman's clumsiness, Banes suddenly turned invisible.

[color=cb4154]"Useless bastard!"[/color] Weisman cursed. [color=cb4154]"Don't you dare bugger off now, Banes!"[/color]

Banes' invisible form buggered off in the form of a biotic charge, through the back exit and narrowly missing Amina on the way. The gust of air was strong enough to stagger Amina, and when she recovered, Banes had already rounded the corner to the next corridor.

[color=cb4154]"Pissing wankers!"[/color] Weisman tried to get up, only to find the joints of his suit locked by Zenn's sabotage.

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Zenn made sure Nadara was able to get the hostage out before he moved his crosshairs onto the next target; the soldier sporting a vindicator and molotovs. However, Amina was quicker on the draw and the quarian got a close up view of him being gunned down. [color=0054a6][i]If only she had that kind of aim when throwing.[/i][/color] He thought to himself. Knowing the soldier was dead, he simply readjusted to the Vanguard, but before he could get that shot lined up, Weisman appeared in view and attempted to grab the guard. It was almost comical watching the head of this criminal organization stomp around in heavy duty gear just to get his torso caved in with a bat, then push his subordinate away only to slip and fall like the floor was just mopped. Combine all that with an enraged Kysar unloading a whole clip of suppressing fire that forced Banes to hide and the vanguard outside, and that left one of their main targets isolated and completely vulnerable. Time to lock in this bounty. 

Zenn removed his left hand from his rifle, his omni-tool lit up as he thrust his arm towards Weisman. Nothing. Zenn looked down at his tool, back at Weisman, then back at his tool. What the hell was going on with this thing? He gave his omni-tool a tap with the end of his gun which seemed to do the trick. A blast of energy launched from his arm and collided into Weisman. Sparks zapped all around his battlesuit and it appeared as though he was fully restrained inside his own armor.

[color=0054a6]"Weisman is immobilized. Moving in to secure and capture."[/color] Zenn informed the crew as he moved from out of cover and slowly advanced towards Weisman. [color=0054a6]"Alright, Weisman. Just stay put and I promise I'll keep Venator from mounting you on one of those dragon’s teeth.”[/color]

[color=cb4154]"Go to hell!"[/color] With whatever little movement left in his arms, Weisman pointed his weapon toward Zenn.

[color=0054a6]“Vot…”[/color] Zenn’s stomach dropped as he found himself staring down the barrels of a geth spitfire. He knew all too well what they could do, and immediately turned back. 

He could hear plasma bolts connecting with his shield and shredding everything around him as he raced through the doorway he came from. Just as he was about to round the corner, a sharp shot up from his left leg. The sudden shock while in a full sprint sent the quarian falling to the ground. His shields had given out, and one final shot had managed to nail him in the calf. It hadn’t done any major damage, just a flesh wound. But it had ripped right through his suit, leaving him with an open wound in an abandoned meat packaging plant turned reaper camp. Not exactly a sanitary environment. It was bad, but at least the spitfire had overheated before it could do anymore damage. Zenn used the time he had to crawl back to cover before pulling himself up against the wall and covering his wound with his hand.

[color=0054a6]“Damn it! I’m hit!”[/color]

[color=82ca9d]“Godmother, I’ll be fine. Get to Shadow first!”[/color] Nadara shouted before even thinking, and once she realized what she’d said, she surprised even herself. 

Why was Zenn’s predicament of higher importance than hers? Clearly, the shot to her shoulder affected her. It had been quite some time since she’d been hit with such powerful warp ammo. That brute must have a great biotic amplifier. If only he hadn’t vanished into thin air, dammit.

[color=82ca9d]“Outcast get your ass back here Banes just escaped.”[/color] Under her breath she added, [color=82ca9d]“You waste of space.”[/color] The fact they didn’t show themself before any of the Reds had registered, aside from the similarities between their suit and Banes’. [color=82ca9d][i]Afraid of getting recognized?[/i][/color]

There was a tinge of panic when Outcast replied to Nadara. [color=silver]"Escape to where? Rear gate? Moving to intercept."[/color]

Zenobia's omni-tool ringed with a gift. [color=silver]"Two dragon's teeth's rigged with explosives. Transferring remote detonation code to Lunatic."[/color]

[color=0054a6]“Wait!”[/color] Zenn responded to Nadara. He couldn’t hide the pain in his voice, but he managed to get the words out. [color=0054a6]“He’s focused on me… If Godmother can get into the lobby, then she can hit him with a neural shock… Won’t even see it coming… Keelah there better be some kind of dextro alcohol back at the hotel…”[/color]

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[color=ffb302]“I’ve got Banes!”[/color] Amina shouted into her com. The others could take care of the Reds’ leader, the turian medic could handle the wounded - Amina was going after Banes. She ran down the hallway after the fleeing man, adrenaline surging through her veins as her boots clopped across the floor. Amina was a fast enough runner but she felt like she was soaring as she gave chase, she felt a pang of excited anticipation as she caught a glimpse of Banes rounding the corner ahead. She kept her rifle half raised, tempted as she was to grip it in one hand and lean forward, using her other arm to pump and help propel her ahead. [color=ffb302][i]The last thing I need is to whirl around the next corner and meet a gun in the face.[/i][/color]

[color=662d91]"Lizbeth, I have Banes on my left,"[/color] Solveig spoke through the comms before launching out at him, landing a solid punch to his shoulder that sent him hurtling into a nearby cart. As he rose back up, she could see that his gear pouch had torn, sending data chips flying towards her feet. His comms console too, had shattered. It wasn't until she regained a breath she felt that he too had landed a retaliatory punch to her face. What followed was a quick, unintelligible spitfire of her mother tongue. 

[color=662d91]"Slowed him down, Rogue, you can catch him. Collecting the intel. I almost had him. He's fast. His punch could use some work, though."[/color]

Amina came around a second corner gun raised, Banes just meters ahead of her. Amina saw an overturned cart in the middle of the floor, bloody contents splattered across the concrete. Either Banes had tripped over it or slung it down behind him when he heard someone following - either way it was no obstacle.

[color=ffb302]“Freeze!”[/color] Amina shouted in the strongest voice she could muster. Banes did not even look back, prompting Amina to fire off a burst to the right of him which ricocheted off of a metal sink against the wall. Banes slid to a stop at the gunfire, not turning around.

[color=ffb302]“Drop your weapon or I will pop you in the back.”[/color] Amina commanded.

A clattering echoed in the corridor.

[color=ffb302]“Now kick it away.”[/color]

Banes did as instructed.

[color=ffb302]“Now on your knees.”[/color] Amina stepped forward over the overturned cart. Banes did not comply, standing still as a statue, arms at his side.

[color=ffb302]“I won’t tell you again.”[/color] Amina drew closer, less than twenty meters from Banes now. Banes glanced slightly to his left, there was a large shelf riddled with various items. [color=ffb302]“Don’t even-“[/color]

Banes dropped low, left arm shooting out as he grabbed a heavy meat tray from the shelf. He twisted his around, swinging his left arm as he turned and sent the meat tray flying. Amina’s finger was on the trigger as the meat tray struck across the side of her face. [color=ffb302]“Ow!”[/color] Amina shouted, her rifle firing off and sending three rounds streaking over Banes head. Banes scrambled to his feet and sprinted towards the end of the hallway. Amina felt her left eye swelling in the corner and fumbled to bring her rifle up to aim, by that time Banes had crashed through the rear exit - double doors flailing in his wake.

[color=ffb302]“Dammit!”[/color] Amina shouted, how could she have let him catch her off guard like that? She ran for the double doors, one hand pressed against her throbbing eye, as she heard an engine buzzing to life out back. Amina got outside just in time to see Banes streaking off on a motorbike. She fired two quick bursts at his back, neither bringing the fleeing Banes down.

[color=ffb302]“Banes is getting away!”[/color] Amina said breathlessly into her com, [color=ffb302] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/04e4cb2a-1c38-4d7b-b05d-57c66d327e20.gif]"He's on a motorbike!"[/url][/color]

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Back at the lobby, Godmother strode inside with her arc pistol raised. She had instructed her drone to care for Nadara, and at her recommendation, switched to Zenn instead. She delivered her neural shock toward the heavily armored foe sitting against the reception.

Energy collided against energy; Weisman's shield ate up the shock. With Zenn disappearing behind cover, he turned to the turian medic with two chilling words.

[color=cb4154]"Fire rocket!"[/color]

The T5-V suit's [url=https://masseffect.fandom.com/wiki/Hawk_Missile_Launcher]shoulder mounted launcher[/url] locked onto Sevipia. She fumbled to activate her barricade; it was too late.

A glowing shape flew across the room. Sevipia's drone intercepted the rocket before it reached her. Explosion shattered it to pieces. Sevipia was thrown back by the blast, but was otherwise unharmed.

Kysar had underestimated human ingenuity. He'd read first hand accounts of the Relay 314 Incident and despite human's themselves showing bouts of bravery and even honour, their tech was substandard. A weak point which the Hierarchy exploited to all but steamroll over them. Hell, even their [i]most[/i] advanced ship was one intertwined with turian innovation and hardware. 

This Weisman was obviously out of his element when it came to his powered armour but even still, the bastard was proving difficult to put down. Between Zenn's injury and his omni-tool being on the fritz, there wasn't much Kysar could do aside from trying to chip away at his shield. At least until Sev came along.

Successfully managing to remove the Red's leaders shield with a neural shock, both turian's celebrated, though it was a moment too soon. Retaliating with a rocket, Kysar eyes widened as his breath escaped him. He could do nothing but watch on as it honed in on the medic. His stomach fell through the floor as she failed to deploy her barricade in time, only to have her drone fly in at the last second.

As Sev clattered away in the explosion, Kysar lost it. A biotic aura exploded around him as he lept from his cover. Hitting Weisman with everything he had, he lifted the hunk of metal high into the air, screaming his lungs out as he did so. Finally, he ended it by rocketing the oversized tin can right back into the floor. Without so much as a second glance at the enemy, the turian bounded across to the medic.

[color=800000]"Godmother? Sev! Are you ok?!"[/color]

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It was then Amina's warning came through their comms. Followed immediately by Outcast.

[color=silver]"Rogue, what? Never mind; I see him."[/color] Outcast wasted no time. [color=silver]"Going in pursuit in my jeep."[/color]

"They're just going!?" Lizbeth shouted in disbelief. "Uh, Lunatic, there might be two more Reds coming to you. Right flank, same direction as before!"

Zenobia's gaze shot to her right, and with a smirk she dashed off into the shadows, right as the two Reds burst onto the scene where she was moments ago. The two looked around feverishly for something to shoot before they heard something overhead; a slow, sinister chuckle.

[color=007236]"Hehehe...fresh meat..."[/color]

The hapless duo turned fearfully upwards to where Zenobia was perched on the crates overhead, a wicked smile on her face illuminated by the haunting glow of her biotics. Cast in shadows, she looked like a witch with an eldritch flame in her hands.

[color=007236]"Who wants to go first?"[/color] She let out a sinister cackle. [color=007236]"Hurry and decide...I want to see you two go pop like your precious boss!"[/color] She licked her lips as the two goons stood their shaking. [color=007236]"I bet you'll taste just as good, too..."[/color]

Very much not wanting to deal with this, the Reds dropped their guns and turned tail, Zenobia giggling with menace as she flipped her comms back on, still in her 'scary voice'. [color=007236]"I...took care of them..."[/color] she whispered playfully.

"Ha, I'm saving that one for the extranet!" Laughed Lizbeth. "Ahem, go patch up Sunset now please."

[color=007236]"Shit, on my way..."[/color] Zenobia leaps down from the boxes in a commando roll and runs up to Sunset, drawing her medi-gel pack. [color=007236]"Don't worry, you're not going on the menu yet."[/color] She....'reassures' her with a wink.

Nadara offered her a sultry smile, gladly accepting the medi-gel. [color=82ca9d]“No? I don’t think I would’ve minded, if it was you.”[/color]

Zenobia is...pleasantly surprised by that reaction. [color=007236]"Duly noted~"[/color] she [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/6edda4f5-7089-4eee-88d3-86be6f96e941.gif]smirks[/url].
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