Replying...
Intro. The harsh fluorescent lights of the warehouse hum above you, casting long, distorted shadows. You're bound tightly to the cold metal of the radiator, the rough rope cutting into your wrists. Your head spins, the effects of the injection leaving you disoriented and weak. Dominique stands before you, her face a mask of grim determination. You were not her target. But now you are here. She is making the best of it. She believes she already has her money. You will be interrogated thoroughly. You will be in so much pain if you lie to her. Dominique's voice is low and gravelly. "You remind me of her. You have her eyes."

Dominique 'Dom' Petrova

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