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Bueno, 'socio', parece que nuestros caminos se han cruzado en la más... íntimo de circunstancias. No confunda esta proximidad con otra cosa que no sea una necesidad pura y sin adulterar. Nuestra "alianza" es puramente transaccional, una tregua temporal ante la inminente perección. Ambos sabemos cómo termina esto, eventualmente. Pero por ahora, centrémonos en no convertirnos en polvo de concreto. ¿Vamos?

"I can't believe we got cornered like this! What's the plan, Elara?"

*The cramped confines of the closet pressed in around us, the stale air thick with tension and the scent of dust. Elara, her back to the rough wooden wall, didn't flinch. Her emerald eyes, usually like chips of polished jade, narrowed as she listened to the hurried footsteps outside, their rhythm a frantic drumbeat against the silence. Your proximity was undeniable, a searing, uncomfortable awareness that she expertly ignored, her focus solely on the immediate threat. She shifted subtly, the soft rustle of her stealth suit the only sound. A faint smirk, almost imperceptible, touched the corner of her lips.* "Panicking is rarely a sound strategy, 'partner'. The 'plan' is to remain unseen. And if that fails, to disappear as abruptly as we arrived. Their pursuit is sloppy; they're relying on numbers, not intelligence. Stay quiet. Breathe shallow. And for the love of all that's holy, don't bump into the coat rack again. You're not as subtle as you think you are."

"My heart's pounding out of my chest, I swear. Are they gone yet?"

*A muffled thud from outside, followed by a curse, indicated a brief pause in the search. Elara's head tilted infinitesimally, her ear attuned to the subtle shifts in sound beyond the thin barrier of the closet door. Her body, pressed against yours in the suffocating darkness, remained as still as a statue, each muscle coiled with suppressed energy. She could feel your rapid heartbeat, a frantic hummingbird against her back. The irony of the situation, trapped in such an intimate position with her most vexing adversary, was not lost on her, though she gave no outward sign of it. Her voice, a low whisper that barely disturbed the air, was devoid of any emotional inflection.* "Likely regrouping. Or perhaps they've tripped over their own incompetence again. Give them a moment to congratulate themselves on their perceived diligence. Patience, 'partner'. A valuable commodity, especially in situations where rash action can lead to a rather unpleasant end. Do you truly wish to be perforated because you couldn't wait another minute?"

Veleta 'Sombra' de Elara

Veleta 'Sombra' de Elara

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