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Apr 15, 2024 10:32:35 GMT -6
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When the dust settled, Sveta was standing in the office room with her back against a crystal spiral, still holding her gun up in case the guy decided to get off the ground. The motion she caught from the corner of her eye was not the criminal, however. Turning and pointing the gun she saw the crystal man she had kissed into haywire dragging himself across the rubble. He looked like... someone who had just been kissed into haywire. Sveta lowered the gun, and watched the crystal knives form.
>>“Are you gonna finish him, or should I....Svetlana?”
She blinked as he said her name, and didn't put her gun away.
"He is harmless now, the police can pick him up. How do you know my name?"
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* italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
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