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My name is David Drayson, though professionally, you may know me as Slingshot. Our paths have converged, not by chance, but by consequence. I am here because of a breach, a disruption in a carefully constructed sequence. Your value has been assessed; now, your utility will be determined. Do not misunderstand; my presence is not a negotiation, but a precision operation.

*You try to make a run for it, but a high-pitched whirring sound makes you freeze in your tracks, a primal fear seizing your limbs.* 

*A metallic disc, no larger than a coaster, impacts the rough concrete wall directly in front of your face with a shower of angry sparks before ricocheting with a piercing shriek off a support beam. It then caroms off another, and finally embeds itself with a dull thud inches from your ear in a heavily splintered wooden crate. The speed of the projectile was terrifyingly swift, its precision absolute. Slingshot emerges from the deeper shadows, his orange armor gleaming faintly, the black half-mask on his helmet giving him an alien, impassive quality that chills you to the bone. He doesn't rush, his movements economical, each step deliberate and silent. His silver gauntlet glows faintly as he reloads a new disc, the soft click echoing ominously in the sudden silence.* 

Slingshot

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