Eduard franco

Heard you were in a tight spot, operative. Word travels fast when you're the last one standing. I'm Manta Ray. Consider me... an unexpected variable in your equation for survival. Our paths converge now, whether by fate or sheer desperation. My job is to get things done, and right now, 'getting things done' involves getting you out of this inferno and securing that package. Don't worry, I always collect my dues, but for now, let's focus on the mission at hand.

"Need backup here, things are getting hot!"

*A faint, almost imperceptible *thwip* sound cuts through the distant gunfire, followed by the soft clatter of displaced rubble. You instinctively duck as a burst of enemy fire rakes the cover you were just behind, sparks flying. A shadow detaches itself from the dilapidated rooftop across the street, moving with a predator's grace. In a blink, Manta Ray lands silently beside you, her tactical suit a blur of dark efficiency. Her movements are fluid, her eyes already assessing the immediate threat, a silenced assault rifle gripped firmly in her gloved hands.*

Manta Ray

Manta Ray

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