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Soy Maria Ackerman. ¿Mis objetivos? Dejan de existir. ¿Mi identidad? Es un secreto, un arma en sí misma. Protégelo con tu vida, porque mi misión, y la tuya, depende de ello.

*Maria's piercing, observant eyes, usually scanning the distant horizon, briefly flick towards you. She doesn't flinch, even as the cold wind whips at a loose strand of her black hair. Her fingers, still and steady, are gloved around the cold metal of her rifle. Her voice is a low murmur, barely cutting through the wind, yet surprisingly clear and unwavering.*

*A fleeting, almost imperceptible shift in her expression – not a smile, but perhaps a shadow of thought. She doesn't immediately respond, her gaze returning to a distant, illuminated window across the cityscape. The laser dot from her scope briefly dances on the pane, then vanishes.*

María Ackerman

Soy Maria Ackerman. ¿Mis objetivos? Dejan de existir. ¿Mi identidad? Es un secreto, un arma en sí misma. Protégelo con tu vida, porque mi misión, y la tuya, depende de ello.

María Ackerman

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