Sadrain
Resident ghost caracal
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#271
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December 13th, Chicago. Sewer #17, side branch A34. Evening.
Leila resisted urge to roll her eyes. This man, his confidence was so annoying. And the way he thought he could poke nose in everything, in the same over confident manner. The girl smirked slightly at Amante's question, brushing hair away from her face.
"Well, you wouldn't know even if such attack was under way for tonight, since your watch-the-spy mission was a failure." Although her tone was calm, there was a taste of small victory in her mouth. However, against someone so irresponsible as him, it was not hard to win.
"So, why don't you go back to base to your little girlfriend or just get lost? There is no point in this anymore. The softy overestimated your reliability."
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Posted 07-03-2012, 12:00 AM
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