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Agent Mammoth lights a pack of coffee filters on fire, and hucks them into the burgeoning thermal smoke. One of them bounces off of Agent Butterfly, who has chosen to flap his wings and is practically flying across the hallways, running low and gunning for the exit. Agent Thorn follows, at a much more stately pace, wheezing from the smoke.
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In the hallway, a transgenic experimental subject (??) looks up, liquid twitch quick, and locks oddly purple-sheened yes on Agent Evans, who hollers. Yes. She wants to live. She very, very much wants to live.
And strangest of all: The hollering accent reminds her, of longer safer nights, watching strange creatures frolic on the flat window to the world. She liked those nights. She felt safe.
Red Crane Operator Tarosi Nakam, four year veteran of urban encounters and with two outstanding distinctions for courage under fire screams as he falls back. Some part of him is probably thankful for his healthcare. He's going to need it. That sword almost took his arm off at the shoulder.
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>Reaction Phase [1/xx]
>Agents that haven't acted can act.
