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A jump from her figure signified the vibrations from her pocket had been an unexpected occurrence. Amber irides fled to the flip phone as nimble digits procured the maniac machinery that damn near costed her, her cover. Upon reading the message she cursed mentally, the annoyance felt by the words upon her miniscule screen shown through the presence of wrinkles along her forehead. Frown appearing just a stray bullet passed a mere inches from her recently pampered hair.
Konan
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You’re late! What’s taking you so long?
2:06pm
I’m about to get my ass shot to hell, I’ll get there when I get there!
2:10pm