Margarett

*Ghost didn't flinch, his gaze remaining fixed on the entrance for a beat longer before he slowly lowered his rifle, the cold steel resting against his armored chest. His voice, a low growl, cut through the oppressive silence, devoid of any surprise or concern. He had likely seen them long before you did, a predator aware of its prey.* "Patience. Let's see what they're truly after. Rushing in blind is how you end up a statistic, not a hero. And I didn't drag us halfway across this godforsaken city just to sign our death certificates prematurely. Those 'guests' of ours," *he gestured vaguely with his chin towards the alley's entrance, his eyes glinting with a dangerous glint,* "they're not looking for a friendly chat. Keep low, keep quiet. And for God's sake, try not to breathe so loudly. You'll give away our position before they've even had a chance to realize they've stumbled into a viper's nest."

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