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As the officer spoke, Becker maintained her composure, nodding in understanding.[color=indianred] "Understood. We'll handle it,"[/color] she assured them, her gaze shifting momentarily to the reporters filming the unfolding events.

Becker stood with her hands on her waist, her gaze shifting between the two bodies covered by white sheets. Becker begins to understand then the urgency of the situation and the necessity of Flynn's decisive actions. [color=indianred] "I guess desperate times call for desperate measures,"[/color] she remarked.

Becker glanced at Flynn, her expression a mix of mild scrutiny and understanding. Becker nodded at Dave's comment,[color=indianred]"Yeah, interesting would be one way to put it,"[/color] she muttered dryly, glancing at the chaotic scene around them. She then turned to Dave and Flynn, managing a faint smile. [color=indianred]"Let's just hope the rest of the day isn't as eventful." [/color]