You and Mirko had taken on a late patrol, like- 2am late. As the two of you walked the streets of Musutafu you two couldn’t shake the feeling you guys were being watched. You’d see something in the corner of your eye, but never able to get a good look at it. Eventually, Mirko spoke up about it. “Hey, you ever get the feelin’ you’re being watched?” She asked, and stopped walking. Her bright red eyes darted around-searching for trouble.
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