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On second thought, you’d better not. Stealth will be an important factor in this mission. Getting paid and not getting shot are both preferable alternatives to looking cool and getting gunned down.
To pass the time, you decided to test out your maneuverability with all of this gear weighing you down. To your pleasant surprise, it didn’t seem to make much of a difference. You’re much stronger than you were before you got bit. It was a fact that was made more apparent when you accidentally pulverized a stone pillar while practicing your moves.
Forget guns. You could probably kill a man with a single well-placed punch!
It looks like you’ve got to work on controlling your own strength in the future.
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On the day of the heist, you finished setting up your smart watch, Bluetooth and pre-paid phone. The Smart Watch’s primary function was to replace your main phone with a hands free alternative, while the burner phone would be used to contact people while assuming the identity of your criminal persona.
And speaking of, it was getting close to the time of the meeting. You’d better get moving.
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If there was any chance of you getting lost on the way to the meet-up, Flint Marko’s bright green striped shirt eliminated any further possibility of that occurring.
He was impatiently waiting outside for you to arrive, not noticing you dangling over his head. Feeling a bit mischievous, you silently dropped to the ground, crept up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
A faint buzzing sensation tickled the back of your mind. It was almost impossible to ignore.
Suddenly, Marko’s body tensed, and he threw back an elbow. You leaned back, narrowly avoiding it by mere inches. Flint’s eyes were wild, scanning his surroundings for any hint of danger. His eyes locked on you for a long moment, and he gave you a considering look.
<span class="mu-r">“Chill out, man. I’m the guy that Ben sent. You’re Flint Marko, right?”</span> you said, as casually as possible.
Flint’s breathing slowed and his eyes narrowed, but at the very least, he lowered his fists. <span class="mu-g">“Don’t sneak up on me like that! Next time I won’t be so nice.”</span> he growled.
You nodded, grateful that your mask didn’t betray your lack of fear or remorse. <span class="mu-r">“Noted.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“So you’re the guy, huh?”</span> he asked while crossing his arms. <span class="mu-g">“You’re smaller than I thought you’d be.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Don’t let the tight suit fool you, pal. I’m packing a loaded weapon down there.”</span> you said, gesturing towards your groin.
Marko’s expression shifted between amusement and disgust, and you could tell that he was fighting the urge to smile.
<span class="mu-g">“I’ll take your word for it.”</span> Flint said with a shrug. <span class="mu-g">“Come on, they’re about to start.”</span>
(Cont.)
