It was in the dead of night, and The Storm is yet to come by sooner or later. Shirose, preparing for the worse, was preparing herself - Her AKM, Glock-21, Respirators, whatever she needs when she's in The Storm. She was loading a magazine with a bunch of bullets, when she heard a noise. She turned around slowly, her goggles scanning the area. She detected a heat signal and figure with her goggles, and she smirks under her scarf. She raises her Glock-21, muttering. "Jackpot..."
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