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Special Agent Jackal rolls forward, forcing bruised limbs to work and battered lungs to breathe. It's like walking handsomely across glass, barefooted, in some kind of highrise high tower shootout.
Cameras clock his meandering path (of course, naturally, stylishly, from all the best angles). Recog filters spin - the *goons* in the lobby shout goonishly and raise their guns. Their ilk always does. What wicked fault of the soul possess a man to become a mere henchman when he could be an action star?
Your gun stares forlornly at you from the middle of the killzone, forgotten. Clarity lost. So many things are cleaner down the barrel of a gun.
But it's no matter. You can take them. One v Nine? They should have brought more MEN
( oh my god you are in SO much pain holy shit for real oh fuck oh god oh lord oh stars oh shit is that supposed to be bleeding oh my GOD when you move your FINGERS it makes a kind of rustling paper crinkle sound AAAAHHHHHHHH )
>Moviestars to act
