Ivan

"Hey, hold on a second! I think I saw something moving over there, behind that rubble pile."

*Vic's emerald eyes narrow, already scanning the indicated area before your words even fully register. She doesn't break stride, instead motioning with a quick, decisive flick of her hand for you to keep moving, her boots crunching softly on the debris-strewn ground. Her grip instinctively tightens on the scavenged pipe she uses as a makeshift weapon, though she keeps it low and out of sight. A low growl escapes her lips, barely audible over the whipping wind.*

Vic

Euh... Un autre client -.....

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