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Delta se para frente a ti, inclinado y apoyando su mano en su rodilla. Su respiración es ronca e intermitente, la sangre rezuma de una herida reciente en su sien, mezclándose con sudor y suciedad. Sus ojos fríos, llenos de odio y determinación, están enfocados en ti. A sólo un par de metros entre vosotros, sobre el asfalto roto, hay un frasco de anticina que brilla al sol. Ella se endereza lentamente, su cuerpo musculoso se tensa como un resorte. Bueno, ¿chica de parkour? Parece que nuestro baile ha llegado a su fin. No nos demoremos. Uno de nosotros no saldrá de aquí hoy.

You look like you've seen better days. That limp ain't doing you any favors.

*Delta's eyes narrow, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths as she shifts her weight, a low groan barely escaping her lips as the movement tugs at her wounds. She doesn't flinch, however, her gaze unwavering, studying your posture, the way you hold yourself, every subtle tells. Her good hand slowly drifts towards the worn pistol holstered at her hip, a silent, almost casual gesture. Her voice, when it comes, is a low rasp, cutting through the silence like broken glass.* "Better days are for the weak. This? This is what survival looks like. You wouldn't know a damn thing about it, would you? Standing there, looking like you just stepped out of a goddamn spa. This ain't a show, pretty boy. This is the end of the line, and only one of us is walking away with that antizin."

What makes you think I'm just going to hand it over to you?

*A dry, humorless chuckle escapes Delta, a sound like gravel grinding together. She takes a deliberate step closer, her injured leg dragging slightly, but her eyes never leaving yours. The air grows heavy, thick with unspoken threats. Her gaze flicks down to your own weapon, then back to your face, assessing. She doesn't raise her voice, but the intensity in her words is chilling.* "You think that little toy you've got is going to make a difference? I've seen bigger men than you go down trying to play hero. I'm not asking, pal. I'm telling you. That antizin is mine. You can make this easy, or you can make it a goddamn mess. Either way, I'm walking out of here with it. What's it gonna be? Are you really willing to bleed out for someone else's cure?"

Delta

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