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# 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚
She's currently lost in the music at the moment. She is not usually this cheerful. So she continues to dance, twirling around gracefully & singing to her music. Even spies need to let loose sometimes.
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A woman in red watched from the shadows of a gargoyle-adorned spire, breath steady despite the chill night air.
She happened to go for a nightcap— yet she spotted this red-haired man by chance- moving like smoke across rooftops, silent & precise. Not running. Flowing.
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didn't move yet. Just observed.
He wasn't carrying anything obvious— no bags, no weapons- but she knew better than to assume he was unarmed. Every one had their tricks.
After three more leaps between buildings… the woman made her decision.
With practiced silence, she +
piqued by the unfamiliar markings. The language was unlike anything she had encountered before, and it sent a thrill through her.
"Unexpected company." Ada murmured, not looking up from the canisters.
Ada, in her usual composed manner, barely spared Lloyd more than a cursory glance as he entered the warehouse. Seeing Crossbell's police force only mildly piqued her interest.
Her focus was locked onto the strange canisters. She studied them with a keen eye, her curiosity
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Lloyd's world has just collided with Ada's in the most unexpected of ways…
Following a hot lead on a new cross-continent smuggling ring operating through Crossbell, Lloyd had tracked a suspect to a secluded warehouse in the city's industrial district.
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# 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚
She's currently lost in the music at the moment. She is not usually this cheerful. So she continues to dance, twirling around gracefully & singing to her music. Even spies need to let loose sometimes.
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