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a relatively elementary task for a super-soldier.

“ alright, nana-whoever-you-are. unfortunately, i am on my way.

. . . ( and if kane shows up, i might lose my shit. ) “

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“ fuckers having me doing all this work, man. . . have to bust out hostages n’ shit. whatever. “

walking towards the double doors that blocked the entrance to the downward stairway— realizing that breaking the camera connection means she’d have to pry it manually.

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shoving lightly scuffed hands into the pockets of her coat, grumbling under her breath as she walked just within the outskirts of the cameras field of vision.

within a few seconds, the feed flickered— crackling with static before losing connection entirely.

“ bluugghh. “

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“ m’kay. if i remember correctly, there’s a camera. . . uhhhhh. . .

somewhere around here. “

scanning nearby surroundings. with all the bright lights, it was hard to catch the subtle blinking of any active surveillance. . .

ah. there it is.

“ fuck. they moved em’. “

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the chill in the air stung her nose, to which she covered with both palms, sighing hard to warm them.

. . . forgetting her natural body temperature remains cold, unlike any “normal” person.

sigh.

she always hated being reminded of that.

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( because she just HAAAAD to be up here of all places. i fuckin' hate this city, this shit's gonna piss me off - )
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FUUUUUUCCCKKK. ( * 💢💢💢 )
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sorry, i’m spacing out cause im thinkin’.

( oliver. . . )

what’d you say ‘er name was?

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hope bishop bombs your house.

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