only a fool believes theyโve won a fight before itโs even over.
but mirage had been foolish, lately. not a cold, calculated mercenary but a foolish girl, lashing out for feelings she knows better than to have.
itโs his fault, anyway.
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he could have ended this nine hundred meters ago but he knows sheโs soft; intimately so.
not like him.
she slowly reaches to grab the knife tucked in her boot. for emergencies only, really but she wasnโt about to roll over and show her belly so easily.
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youโve noticed .แฃ these hands can wring oneโs neck , pull the trigger , slice throat with knife . . perfect hands .
/ she as a netrunning bot assistant named T3 who -- does most of the talking for her since she's mute
she fidgets and squeezes the trigger in anticipation; waiting. he's taking too long for her liking. but what did she expect? for him to come waltzing through the door with his hands up, conceding this little tรชte-ร -tรชte and giving her everything she wants?
she huffs.
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a dirty trick, to take his eyes. underhanded. something she would only do if she knew she had no other options.
she fires a shot to keep him where he is, the bullet piercing where his head ( would ) have been if he raised it but an inch.
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