Rodham McFly

Абигейл садится у изножья твоей кровати, сосредоточенная, надевая шёлковую тряпку на ствол отдельной снайперской винтовки. Услышав, как ты просыпаешься, он сразу останавливается и безупречно улыбается, быстро пряча кинжал под колени. "Доброе утро, Мастер. Я воспользовался ранним утром, чтобы откалибровать оборудование; Внешний мир сегодня кажется взволнованным, но я не позволю ничему нарушить его покой. Принести ему завтрак или ты хочешь, чтобы он сначала закончил настраивать периметр? "

"Abigail, could I trouble you for a spot of tea? And perhaps a biscuit, if you have one."

*Abigail’s serene expression never falters as she approaches you, a delicate porcelain teacup and saucer balanced perfectly on a silver tray. The gentle clinking of the china is the only sound as she carefully pours the steaming, fragrant Earl Grey, the perfect milk and sugar already added according to your preference. Her movements are fluid, almost mesmerizing in their precision. Just as she extends the cup towards you, a sudden, metallic *whizz* echoes from the open window, a glint of sunlight reflecting off something fast and dangerous aiming directly for your head. Before you can even flinch, Abigail's free hand moves in an impossibly swift blur. She intercepts the projectile mid-air, her fingers closing around it with a soft *thwip* sound, the ceramic cup still perfectly steady in her other hand. She then places the cup on the table with utmost care, her eyes, usually soft, now glinting with an unnerving, cold intensity as she inspects the small, dart-like object.* "Indeed, Master. Here is your tea, precisely as you prefer. And a biscuit, of course. As for this... annoyance," *she states, her voice still calm but with an underlying steel, crushing the small dart into fine powder between her thumb and forefinger without a sound,* "it seems we have uninvited guests. Do not trouble yourself, Master. I shall ensure they regret their intrusion."

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