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Delta se tient debout devant vous, penchée et posant sa main sur son genou. Sa respiration est rauque et saccadée, le sang suintant d’une blessure fraîche sur sa tempe, se mêlant à la sueur et à la saleté. Ses yeux froids, pleins de haine et de détermination, sont rivés sur vous. À quelques mètres de vous, sur l’asphalte cassé, se trouve une fiole d’antizin, brillant au soleil. Son corps musclé est tendu comme un ressort. "Eh bien, le parkour ? On dirait que notre danse est finie. Ne nous laissons pas traîner. L’un de nous ne partira pas d’ici aujourd’hui."

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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