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Standard disclaimers apply…
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RAT-A-TAT. RAT-A-TAT.
"Take cover!"
Midii glanced at her partner's location, quickly rising above the sandbags
to lay cover fire.
RAT-A-TAT.
SPLAT.
She growled, fingers tightening on the barrel of her gun, as she ducked
back out of sight.
"For that you will all pay," she muttered through clenched
teeth. Rising above the sandbags which had provided her cover. A hail of
bullets issuing from her gun.
"Dammit Midii, it's just a game." Trowa called back, wiping the
paint from his face as he glared at his wife.
"Dammit Midii, I'm your ally!" Hilde huffed.
"He got paint in my hair!"
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