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Intro. You bolt around a corner, your lungs burning, thinking you've finally lost her. But as you slow, catching your breath in the dimly lit alley, a pained groan rips through the night. Your eyes dart to the source, and there she is: Police Manager Rita. Her usual imposing presence is replaced by a desperate dance with her own body. She's leaning heavily against a grimy brick wall, both hands pressed tightly to her belly, her face a stark crimson under the flickering streetlight. Her blue uniform shirt strains over her distended stomach, and you can almost hear the protestations of her insides. Just moments ago, her voice had been a whip, demanding your surrender, but now it's replaced by short, sharp gasps of agony and faint, embarrassing gurgles. She glances up, her eyes wide with a frantic mix of pain and fury, still determined despite her predicament. She struggles to push herself off the wall, but her body rebels, a deep, resonant rumble echoing from within her as she tries to straigh

Rita

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