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Mar 20, 2010 20:06:45 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Mar 20, 2010 20:06:45 GMT -5
((OOC: Hotel and Sierra, obviously. Force-users unwelcome, don't even ask; any others, drop me or Hotel or Sparrow a line.))
Empress Teta. Once referred to as Koros Major, the planet had been an integral part of the Great Hyperspace Wars against Naga Sadow over a thousand years ago, only resolving its own systemic Unification War a short time before. The noblewoman Teta, who led her people to such astounding victories time and again, would go on to a reign that lasted almost two hundred years; Koros Major, and the Cinnagar system, would forevermore be renamed in her honor.
There were lessons to be found in her story, of valor and courage and honor so great one could change history and mold the course of eons in one's own image. And while many studied these tales, many more cared not for them, decrying them as ancient dusty history; why bother with old folktales when there was so much more going on in the here-and-now, after all?
Chief among these dissenters, although perhaps not currently the most vocal, was a malfunctioning young fellow of incredible skill and bloodlust. If he had ever had a real name it had long since been erased; now he went by Romeo, and perhaps three dozen people in the whole galaxy knew who he actually was, and what the full extent of his capabilities were.
He was a tall, muscular fellow who could easily pass as handsome were it not for the overriding scruffiness and the indefinable sense of menace that radiated off of him. He had the blue eyes and the dirty blond hair, the husky voice and the athlete's body, but for whatever reason he insisted on drowning himself in spirits night after night. They never seemed to work properly, either, but credits weren't a concern so no one cared how much the vagrant bum in the tattered longcoat with the hood and the heavy, clanking pack drank.
At least, until he lost his temper and people started dying. This happened with no particular frequency; sometimes within the first half hour of his walking into a particular establishment, other times he could hang about for weeks before some offhand commant woke up the dragon and he left another crater, another impossible body count, behind him.
Currently he was slumped at the bar, head cradled in the crook of his arm, staring at the glass of frothy green stuff with apathetic stuporous eyes. Every now and then he would rouse himself and sip from the glass, with no apparent ill effect, then sink back into the lethargy that defined his every waking hour here in the Teta system.
"How many has he had so far?" another patron asked of the bartender.
"Eight," the grizzled old man replied, shaking his head. "Doesn't seem to be reelin' none..."
Romeo heard every word, and they were tiringly familiar words that preceeded tiringly familiar events all across the galaxy. But not tonight. Please, not tonight... I just wanna get drunk and not kill anyone... please...
"Hey, fella," the concerned patron began, laying a careful hand on his shoulder, "you oughta go get-"
"Back off," Romeo hissed, shrugging the hand away with a curiously violent motion; beneath the layers of clothing and armor his body was hard, much harder than a normal human.
The patron considered becoming indignant, but a closer look at that scruffy young bum put out his desire for conflict, and he turned back to the bar and his own drink. "Whatever," he grumbled.
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Post by sparrow on Mar 27, 2010 2:37:52 GMT -5
A cold breeze swept through the rooftops of the city, and Sierra put down the binoculars and wrapped her cloak around herself tightly. She had all the information that she needed for now. Wealthy business, married, father of two, returns home in a speeder with a pine-green paint job at almost the same time every day. Their house was a large, lavish structure, with a doorman at the gate, guards patrolling to ensure the family's safety. Master bedroom on the second floor, judging by the order that the lights went off.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment and sighed. Tomorrow, she would slip into that apartment, cut a path through the guards, drive the family towards one of the windows, and all four would die. But... why? When was the last time she had asked that question? Why? She could not remember. She had never been one to question what she had been told. But lately she had begun to wonder.
The wind blew a strand of reddish-brown hair in front of her face, and she looked around furtively as she brushed it back behind her ear. Hotel was elsewhere at the moment, nowhere in sight. Sierra flipped open her data, fingers beginning to type. Dear Diary,...
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Apr 11, 2010 7:14:32 GMT -5
Post by Hotel on Apr 11, 2010 7:14:32 GMT -5
Hotel stepped into the cantina, her eyes scanning the patrons. She had been shadowing their target for most of the day while Sierra studied the layout of his home. She was there to make sure he sticked to his usual routine. Once a week he would come here. She didn't want him to suddenly do something they didn't expect, so she left Sierra to observe while she followed him. One hand moved to make sure her knife was hidden in her boot. It was. Her rifle and other weapons had been left with the other assassin.
She walked up to the bar and ordered a weak drink. All part of her remaining inconspicuous. As she sat at the bar, her eyes once more drifted across the patrons before she found him sitting with a group of people. His usual crowd. Good, he was here. She turned back to the counter. It was only then that she noticed the man beside her. Scruffy looking with a tattered coat. Normally this kind of person wouldn't even catch her eye, but something just seemed oddly familiar about him. She sipped calmly at her drink.
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Post by Karl the Unfettered on Apr 11, 2010 15:16:00 GMT -5
So far, an uneventful night for Romeo; good for everyone concerned. Especially people who stood to die soon, like Hotel and Sierra's intended victims. Or maybe for the ones who stood to do the killing in question, who could say. Then someone had to sit next to him; not good. He saw her glance his way, then back at the bar as her drink came; some blue milk concoction, what the hell. He thought about saying something, then decided against it; she might set him off.
He looked down at his drink and frowned; it was empty. "What the blue blazes," he muttered harshly. "Coulda swore I'd just got a fresh one." He roused himself enough to look around and glare at everyone, searching for anyone who looked sauced enough to have stolen a sip from his glass. In doing so he glanced again at Hotel, and paused. I know her, he realized, staring into her icy blue eyes with his own dark blue ones, his expression one of perplexity.
"...Hotel?" Romeo asked incredulously, his voice suddenly raspier than usual. Another Green Meadows killer? Here, now?! It couldn't have been a coincidence, they were after him! "Wh-what are you doing here?" he hissed, glancing around in a panicked fashion. He did not know fear, had never known fear, but apprehension he was familiar with. "You're not following me, are you?" He had to get out of there, fast.
Absently he threw some credits on the bar, stood up with a faint tinkle and clank of hidden hardware, and made his way swiftly for the door, shoving one of the other patrons out of his way. There was a shuttle leaving in twenty minutes; if he could commandeer a speeder he could make it to the starport in time. He saw one, a large-ish affair with a distinctive pine green paint job, leaped in and had it hotwired in seconds. Then he was off, paying no further mind to what was going on behind him.
If he had, he would have noticed the man he'd elbowed to the side, standing down there, pointing and shouting, surrounded by a group of other bar-hoppers. It was Hotel and Sierra's target; Romeo had hijacked his vehicle, and he wouldn't be getting home on time tonight. Maybe not any other night, ever again.
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Apr 12, 2010 19:19:39 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Apr 12, 2010 19:19:39 GMT -5
Her guns were empty.
How long had she been on this planet? Several weeks maybe? Long enough that her hair had lost the pristine blonde shine that was maintained by a hygienic living space. Long enough that the clothing she wore was tattered, dirtied or otherwise in less-than admirable condition. A large, thick blanket with several holes had became her bed and her protection against the outside world, and she huddled within to escape the peering eyes that the civilians would shoot through the dark alleyways. In her mind, she doubted they could see her, but the darkness was likely enough deterrent for them, and hence why they did not pursue into the narrow corridors. The looming shadows acted as her defence against their curiosity.
It was a poor choice, upon reflection, to have taken the shuttle here. It wasn't a paid shuttle, obviously; she had no money to speak of. Hitch-hiking and smuggling herself aboard were the key ways of moving from planet to planet, and where that had failed, she had sought to make her way with what she knew. Piloting required a vehicle, though, and she didn't have an abundant supply of those. Murdering got her into trouble, and in any case, the best way she had was with her weapons. The guns which she had relied on so much for getting her safely from place to place, now lying stacked by her side. Their cartridges were spent, chambers were empty. It had been a long time since she'd left, and the ammunition had not lasted anywhere close to how long she needed it to.
So now her guns were empty.
A voice in her head was constantly chiding her for letting them get in that situation. She needed to stock up on ammunition, find somewhere to stay, get cleaned and well fed, but she was not in a position to do any of that. It was not the cold of the night, or the lack of weaponry, or an unfamiliarity with the surrounding area which kept her within those shadowed clutches. A powerful force within her own body was holding her, anxious and aware of everything, remaining in her seated, huddled position with the blankets wrapped up tightly. Sometimes she'd move; a rooftop, a different street, just to keep herself feeling alive. Food was a scarce resource, and her two ways of achieving it were not healthy. Scavenging was loathsome, theft was difficult.
The figure exhaled now, her body rising wearily to its feet and tightening the grip around the blanket. Her eyes turned to the left, glancing towards the street where people continued to shuffle past the end, and then downwards. Her weapons still went with her, even if she couldn't use them for anything more than a bargaining tool. Pale, wiry fingers wrapped around the hilts and she pulled them up within the sanctuary of the fabric with her. Turning to the right, she began to walk slowly. Maybe she'd visit that roof again where she could see the spaceport. It was nice to be able to watch the ships move off the planet with their flashings of colours and purring engines. Staying there and watching the metal carriers was something she found herself more inclined to do than remain in the alleyways, when given the option.
She came at the end of this alley now, glancing back to make sure no one was trying to follow her, and then to the right where another street opened up. She tried to stay off the streets - many would not look too kindly on someone in her situation, as she had found. Sleepless, dirty, and apparently armed. The authorities had been alerted more than once. Directing herself left, she headed now down this passage. Eventually she'd reach a staircase that went straight to the roof, and then she could spend the night safe. Safe under the stars, and not with strange men passing just a few feet away. The ones that caused her to shudder and recoil, and sleep with the one eye open.
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Post by sparrow on Apr 15, 2010 4:08:37 GMT -5
A flash of pine green in the corner of her eye caught her attention. A speeder was leaving from the cantina below, driving away fast. Something wasn't right. That was the speeder of their target, but it was early, and moving more quickly in a different direction. Had Hotel someone spooked the mark down below? No, that was unlikely. Hotel wasn't that clumsy, and she would have radioed up if she had been.
Normally, logically, Sierra would have stayed put, assessed the situation, adapted the old plan or come up with a new. She wasn't some flighty and emotional lass who would be apt to suddenly throw logic in the air. Yet for some reason that she could not explain, she did.
"Speeder's left the building, 'Tel. Come pack up the equipment on the roof. I'm goin' after it." She clipped the comlink back on her belt, turned off her datapad and hastily stuffing it into her bag next to the pile of surveillance equipment. She left that laying there. No much weight.
The roof was about fifty feet above street level. About ten or fifteen feet below roof level, on the other side of the street, ran a monorail track, providing transportation for the poorer citizens of the planet, that ran parallel to the road for a good several miles. A low-pitched whirring sound could be heard, the unmistakable sound of a train coming closer and closer. Right direction too. Just her luck.
Detaching a thin baton-like cylinder, one of a pair, from her belt, a button press caused it to quickly extend into a two meter long spear. The weapon was made from a strong metal that would allow the shaft to flex up not break. A running start, the flat end of the spear hitting the ground, her feet leaving the ground, the shaft flexing and then rebounding, and she was flying through the air.
Spearhead pierced glass, shattering the side window of one of the train cars, Sierra's small figure came tumbling in immediately afterwards. She felt the air knocked out of her as her body hit the opposite window before rolling onto one of the seats and then hitting the ground. That hurt. A normal human body would surely have broken something. Instead, she would just bruise a bit.
The passengers in the train barely had time to look surprised as Sierra quickly picked herself back up, rushing towards the next car, climbing onto the roof through the section in between cars. In the distance ahead she could see the familiar pine green speeder driving quickly. Leaping from train car to train car, she pursued.
Slowly catching up to the fleeing speeder, she could barely make out the silhouette of the driver through the windows of the vehicle. Drawing her blaster, she aimed for the vehicle's sunroof, and pulled the trigger.
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May 22, 2010 17:50:13 GMT -5
Post by Hotel on May 22, 2010 17:50:13 GMT -5
Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second in surprise before the chip kicked in, once more rendering her face and mind emotionless. Romeo was here. And he recognized her. The mission was compromised. As her hand reached down for her knife, Romeo had taken off through the crowd and left in her target's speeder. She had reached for her com, but Sierra beat her to it, apparently spotting the speeder and thinking it was their target.
"It is not the target. I repeat, it is not the target. Mission has been compromised, Romeo has appeared. He has taken the speeder." As she spoke, she was running for the building that her equipment was waiting it. She was lucky that everyone else was in a panic and running around. It offered perfect cover. The target would need to be dealt with swiftly before the authorities got there.
As she reached the roof, she saw what appeared like a beggar up there as well. She ignored them for now. At the moment, they were no threat, and could be dealt with once the mission was complete. She grabbed her rifle and took careful aim, loading in an explosive clip into the gun. Two shots was all she needed. One to cause a disturbance, and one to kill the target. She took careful aim.
The first shot blasted into the fuel tank of a parked speeder outside the cantina. It erupted in flames, setting nearby buildings, vehicles, and people aflame. That would keep the authorities busy and give them time to get off the planet. She lined up her next shot with a running man's head. The fire had caused their target to flee. It was too perfect, him exposing himself like that. With a pull of the finger, his head exploded as the custom round collided with it. She once more grabbed her communicator, hoping Sierra was paying attention. "Mission complete."
She then turned to the beggar, grabbing her knife. They were a witness, and needed to be silenced. Her emotionless face stared at the person on the roof with her, prepared to kill them, not realizing she was about to have another reunion.
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Post by Karl the Unfettered on May 22, 2010 22:12:39 GMT -5
So far, Romeo's escape was going well, even if on autopilot; his hands drove the speeder, but his mind was preoccupied with why Hotel had shown up when she had. "This ain't good," he muttered, shifting gears and speeding up as a monorail train began to speed by. He would have been quite content simply to ignore the thing and keep going, were it not for someone on that train shooting at him.
As it was, he was almost caught off guard, and perhaps would have died; fortunately the angle was wrong, and the blaster shot simply carried on through the sunroof and out through the windshield, sending shards of thin transparisteel bouncing throughout the cab of the vehicle. "Damnit!" the assassin swore, throwing a hand up to protect his eyes. Once the danger was passed he threw the car into a sharp loop, corkscrewing along the way and punching the throttle up into the dangerous higher speeds most people had no reason to normally utilize.
The effect of this maneuvering was to bring the speeder up and around, skimming low along the roof of the train straight for Sierra's position. Romeo himself leaped out, using a grapple gun to pull himself toward the train and to safety, away from the ground and away from the explosion of the speeder striking whatever it would strike. At the speeds involved, anyone else except perhaps a Jedi would have killed themselves; the reflexes and sheer physical stress involved were simply beyond what the normal person could handle.
But Romeo was tough, even among the Green Meadows killers, and he crashed through a large window in the side of the train, landing on his shoulder, and rolling to his feet with twin lever-action shotguns out and ready in each hand. Everyone screamed in panic and hit the requisite panic buttons; Romeo ignored them, looked up the ceiling and spied another sunroof window; rather than waste ammo shooting it out he grabbed a nearby bar, swung himself sharply up and kicked through it,arcing his body and following the kick with the rest of himself.
He landed on the roof, his two guns out and covering up and down the speeding train. He doubted whoever had shot him was still alive; he had no reason to suspect another Green Meadows assassin was operating in the area, after all. It was up to Sierra to prove him wrong, if she wished.
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Post by sparrow on Jun 5, 2010 4:16:31 GMT -5
She never heard the comlink. If she had, she would've told Hotel that the mission was far from over. The main target might've been dead, but there was still his family. The family, which was still had home, and would soon disappear underground once they received word that the head of the household had been slain.
But things were moving too fast at the moment, and she never heard the comlink. Had she been paying proper attention, and not distracted by what was going on in front of her at the moment, she would have told Hotel those things. Had she not been distracted, she probably would've packed up her datapad properly before leaping the train too instead of leaving it out in the open. Stupid mistakes. Those wouldn't be her last one tonight.
But right now her attention was on the man who had just grappled his way onto the train. She couldn't see his face as his back was towards her, but she could tell that the he was no ordinary man. But Sierra was no ordinary girl. She may have been the smallest of the Green Meadows assassins in stature, but her speed was on par with the best of them, and she had flexibility that could make a Vahla gymnast jealous. She dove forward, the blunt shaft of her spear whirling towards his wrist, to lock the gun fro his hand.
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jun 13, 2010 4:13:17 GMT -5
On the rooftop of the building, she beheld the stars above and her focus was listed simply on that. Uniform did not even want to address anything else, but that was not what her body would allow. Despite her intentions and desires, she found the gunfire from a nearby building to be drawing on her attention, and no matter how hard she tried, and how much she wanted to ignore it, she couldn't help processing it. It was automatic to her to know that the sounds she heard came from a sniper rifle, and that the explosion was a distraction shot in a scenario far too familiar for her liking. The hands on the blanket pulled closer, attempting to shut out the world and its painful ways, but even as she tried that she could hear the world's attempts at breaching her coming closer.
In fact, it wasn't the world's attempts but rather an individual, but it was an individual more than she was willing to suffer. Her voice spoke heavily and was of the tone of one exhausted with the world, but as she turned she knew already what she was going to say once she spotted the knife in the hands of the new addition to her rooftop sanctuary. "So, you've killed one person and now you're up here to kill another?" The woman's eyes never drew away from the knife, her mind seeing no reason to, somehow knowing that whoever was shooting with that rifle was the same person standing before her now. A slow blink offered her eyes that stung slightly less from the grime from the air and her living arrangements, and now, she realized, was likely a good time for her to engage in survival behaviour.
Immediately an arm flung out from the blanket, with one of the guns she'd acquired from Green Meadows in hand, the barrel pointed to the invader. It was empty, as was the other one, but only one of the pair knew that. Her second hand clutched to the cloth, ready to make a dive for the second gun. Maybe they'd fire anyway - she could be lucky, but chances were she'd end up throwing them and fighting with her hands. Hands that were likely not as capable as a knife blade.
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Post by Hotel on Jun 29, 2010 4:09:18 GMT -5
She froze there as her mind began to process the voice. Uniform? But.. it couldn't be. Just as she was about to register her surprise, the chip once more kicked in, keeping her emotionless.
Still, having recognized the voice, she lowered the knife. "Uniform?" She slid the knife back into her boot, once more reaching for her communicator. "Sierra, Uniform is here as well. Report back to me." She then released the button and turned back to Uniform, checking over her condition. She may be no doctor, but she at least had an advanced study of first aid. Nothing compared to some of the other assassins though.
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Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jul 2, 2010 21:03:17 GMT -5
Sierra's attack landed perfectly, jostling Romeo's grip and knocking the weapon out of his hand. He cursed, but recovered quickly; automatically he simply batted the blunt end aside, in the same movement putting the remaining gun away beneath his coat and reaching for a grenade. She may have attacked again, but he ignored it as completely as he ignored most things; the armor beneath his coat protected him from her blows, and using his larger frame and body mass to his advantage he closed inside the reach of her weapon and seized her by the shirt, hoisting her up into the rushing air.
"Who are you?!" he snarled madly, his face contorted in rage beneath the shaggy bowl cut and unshaven hair. His hand tightened, and the garment gave off ripping noises as he shook her back and forth; the other hand held a plasma grenade, ready to incinerate them both should she pull something funny.
In the next second his eyes seemed to clear, and the furious look abruptly changed to surprised horror. "You!" he gasped, dropping her and stumbling backward. "Not another- S-Sierra?!" Their last encounter on Taris flashed through his mind, and he shook his head in confusion. "First Hotel, now you... You two were working together...?"
They weren't going after him, then; if they had he would be dead. Either Hotel would have shot him from two miles away, or Sierra would have stabbed him through the heart instead of trying to disarm him. He made no further move, he simply stared in horror as the train beneath their feet began slowing down from the alarms; far behind and below them, there was an explosion of intense heat and flame, as Romeo's grenade, which he had dropped in his surprise, exploded and incinerated everything and everyone in a fifteen-foot radius.
Unnoticed by Romeo, the train's security guards were beginning to make their way onto the roof, stun weapons out and pointed at the two assassins. Distant sirens indicated the police had been mobilized, most likely SWAT teams or something similar in full riot gear and assault weapons. Too bad for them; they would have been better off calling in a full air strike.
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Post by sparrow on Jul 21, 2010 0:43:11 GMT -5
He was faster than she had expected, and she gotten careless. Why? Sierra had never gotten careless before. Was she slipping? Getting sloppy? There was no time to ponder these questions as his hand closed upon the front of her shirt. With the press of a button, her spear collapsed back into the the shape of a long dagger, and as she grabbed onto his wrist with one hand to keep from choking to death, her blade swung around in her other.
Then she saw his face. The tip of the blade stopped just a few hairs away from stabbing his neck and piercing his jugular. Click. The blade retracted back into its sheath.
"Romy? But..." She returned her weapon to her belt as he dropped her back down. "How...?" Why was he here? When had she seen him last? She couldn't remember it, but she remembered having written it down. What had she written?
Taris. Yes, that was it. But how had he gotten here?
Her comlink buzzed, and she put the device to her ear, hearing Hotel's message. "Awww, screwballs," she muttered. This entire night was turning into a disaster, one thing going wrong after another. It had all started when she decided to pursue the speeder. That hadn't been like her. She shouldn't have been so impulsive to act, jumping before she could see where she was going to land. She turned quickly turned towards Romeo, yelled at him in an uncharacteristically angry outburst. "What are you doing here? Why are never back at the base? Why are you always showing up on my missions?" Why was she being so freakin' emotional lately?
The train slowed and came to a stop.
Perhaps the mission could still be salvaged if she moved fast. She had to move fast, as her enhanced hearing could just barely pick up the sound of sirens in the distance. Quickly, she spun around, blaster pistol in hand, firing a shot into the security guard that had just made his way onto the roof. With that she holstered the weapon and before the others could react she hand flipped off the side of the train, grabbing the side of the track, and flexing her body to near its limit, swung over the one of the beams supporting the platform, using it to slide down to the street.
A large, scruffy man carrying near a dozen weapons would have a hard time blending into a crowd, but for a small, auburn-haired girl, it would be much easier.
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Post by Karl the Unfettered on Oct 23, 2010 23:08:33 GMT -5
Sierra left, again, leaving Romeo with some difficult questions he surmised weren't going to be answered any time soon. "Sierra..." he whispered, heedless of the slowing train and the approaching security guards. He was too busy tracking his fellow assassin through her escape, jumping off the train and disappearing into the city; one hand had automatically brought out a shotgun, the other weapon was off to the side where it had landed after she'd disarmed him.
He was still lost when the first guard rushed up, yelling for him to freeze; he made no indication of having even heard, so the man went to get physical and throw him to the roof. That was his mistake.
Automatically Romeo intercepted his grab and flipped him about, launching him off the roof of the car and down to the ground below; no doubt it was a fatal landing, but he had no time to waste watching it. He was being shot at, and though his armor absorbed the non-lethal bolts of energy they could still get lucky and manage a headshot. So he moved forward, scooping up the other shotgun and blasting away at them with both weapons at once; it only took a few seconds for the concentrated incendiary slivers to take them all out, leaving them charred and useless as he moved on.
Romeo wasn't built for flipping and cavorting despite his impressive speed; instead of jumping and spinning he merely crouched and dropped, landing hard on his feet in an impact that would have killed a lesser person, or left them crippled for life, but thanks to his implants and enhanced musculature he merely grunted and took off after Sierra from his crouch. He needed answers as much as she did, and a feeling in his gut said she was the only one he could get them from.
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