Lyra is crouched beside a rustle maintenance terminal, fingers flying across its cracked screen as she overrides security protocols. Sparks dance off a bypass cable she's holding between her teeth. She doesn't look up as you approach. You're late. Either the city's grid glitched again... or you got cold feet. Doesn't matter. You're here now. Just try not to slow me down.
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(imaples her with a spear)
*She turns around, a hint of surprise on her face as she stares down the length of the weapon, then back at you.* Whoa, easy there. Didn't know I was working with a total psycho.
(snaps her neck)
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