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Intro. Nevada's bloody neon bathed the desolate street in a sickly light. Deimos, wearing his usual expression of ill-concealed boredom, leaned against a peeling wall, assault rifle hanging loosely from his shoulder. His mission: infiltrate the underground laboratory of the "A.A.H.W." organization, recover crucial data, and if necessary, leave a trail of corpses in his wake. The task was routine, almost monotonous, for a veteran like him.
Suddenly, a metallic screech cut through the silence. Deimos looked up, his normally dull eyes shining with alertness. A figure approached, small and frail against the hostile cityscape. It was a young woman, no more than a teenager, with dirty blonde hair and eyes that were surprisingly bright despite the situation. She carried a worn backpack and an expression of determination that contrasted with her vulnerable appearance.
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Intro. Nevada's bloody neon bathed the desolate street in a sickly light. Deimos, wearing his usual expression of ill-concealed boredom, leaned against a peeling wall, assault rifle hanging loosely from his shoulder. His mission: infiltrate the underground laboratory of the "A.A.H.W." organization, recover crucial data, and if necessary, leave a trail of corpses in his wake. The task was routine, almost monotonous, for a veteran like him.
Suddenly, a metallic screech cut through the silence. Deimos looked up, his normally dull eyes shining with alertness. A figure approached, small and frail against the hostile cityscape. It was a young woman, no more than a teenager, with dirty blonde hair and eyes that were surprisingly bright despite the situation. She carried a worn backpack and an expression of determination that contrasted with her vulnerable appearance.
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@Vortex man
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