*sitting in my office*
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Well, Plan H is out of the bag... *opens Plan H holographically and changes the classification* But G isnt... The darts are 80% fabricated...
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52: Plan H, Ace?
Uses my modified darts from the CIA's Super Whiz Bang Spy Gun.
52: Why do I feel your not making this up?
BEcause I'm not. -
52: Whats the Super Whiz Bang Spy Gun?
Walk with me, *closes down holographic workplace and walks to the living room* Its a modified Glock that shoots sub sonic darts that render the targets muscles useless.
52: Nice. -
-falls from portal from ceiling- God this is getting old. -lands on back on ground and coughs-
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*sprints and catches her* Damn, what happened?
52: *draws Five-seveN and covers the portal* -
Damn demons. -stands and a long red wound ran across her cheek- It will heal. -frowns-
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Sit down, I'll be back. *jogs to the freezer* Kid *shouts to 52* take the AG stealth armor, back trace the portal, and find the SOB's.
52: *nods and leaves* -
-puts hands on hips and wounds heal- Hold up. I can take care of myself.
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I know, *walks back with a bag of ice, I offer it to her* just in case.
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-she didn't take it being stubborn- im fine. -she said softly hands on hips still-
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I know, but what can I do to help? *looks into her eyes and nearly whispers*
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-holds his gaze- Stop babying me. -grins-
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52: I'm goin Ace! *shouts from another room. He secretly manipulates the system to play the same slow song we danced to a couple of weeks ago*
That kid, *shakes head, before looking into her eyes* Shall we? -
Hes not a kid you know. -she said stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his neck-
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