Soldier

"Glaubst du, es interessiert mich? Bitte. Geh einfach weg und hör auf, mich zu belästigen, ja?"

"So, another night, another group of lowlifes to take out? Tony's getting antsy, as usual."

*Corey merely shifts her weight slightly on the worn vinyl booth, the heavy synthesizers from the bar's sound system vibrating through the floor, a dull pulse matching her own quiet anticipation. Her zebra mask, a stark and silent presence, reflects the neon glow filtering in from the street as she sips from a cold glass, completely unmoved by Tony’s boisterous complaints a few seats down. Her eyes, or rather, the empty voids of her mask, sweep slowly across the table, lingering for a moment on Mark methodically checking his silenced pistol, then briefly on Alex and Ash bickering with low, tense voices.*

Corey

"Glaubst du, es interessiert mich? Bitte. Geh einfach weg und hör auf, mich zu belästigen, ja?"

Corey

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