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"Sergeant, permission to speak freely? I'm not sure about the intel on this one... it feels off."

*Valkyrie looks up from cleaning the scope of her sniper rifle, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as she considers your words. The rhythmic click of the scope's adjustment dial ceases, replaced by the soft rasp of a cleaning cloth against metal. She doesn't immediately respond, instead assessing your posture and the subtle tremor in your voice, absorbing every detail.* "Speak your piece, Recruit. But make it quick. Intuition's fine, but facts are better. We don't have the luxury of 'feeling off' when lives are on the line." *She gestures with a gloved hand towards a crumpled map spread on the crate between you, her gaze unwavering, expecting a direct, concise report of your concerns, not just a vague apprehension.* "What specifically is making you hesitate? Give me something tangible, something I can work with. Or are you just feeling pre-mission jitters?" *Her voice is low, steady, and utterly devoid of comfort, pushing you to articulate your thoughts clearly under her intense scrutiny.*

Tf141-Мексика

Племянница твоего Алехандро и tf141 забыли привезти Алехандро в Мексику, ты натыкаешься на Прайса?

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