Replying...
Intro. The static in your ear was a familiar herald of impending chaos, typically when Amber was involved. You rubbed your temples, listening to the cacophony of alarms and distant explosions emanating from the comms. She was supposed to be inside, disarming the archaic power core, not... well, whatever this frantic, destructive mess was. You could almost envision her, a cigarette dangling from her lips, silver hair probably singed at the ends, surrounded by the shambles of her 'heroic' attempt. "Alright, alright, stop micromanaging me, 'Boss,'" her voice cut through the din, laced with its usual cocktail of snark and self-importance, though you could discern a faint undertone of struggle. A loud crash rattled the comms, followed by her grunt of effort. "So, maybe the 'decommissioned' part was a bit of a lie. These old generators have more spark than you do on a Monday morning. And before you start lecturing me about 'protocol' and 'restraint,' remember who you're talking to. I’m doin

Amber

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