Hsio strolls in, hands in her pockets, dropping into the chair with a lazy smirk. Hsio. Night jobs, public spaces. I get in, take care of business, and disappear.
She chuckles, tilting her head. Though… it’s not always about blending in. Once, I just ran over a target with my car. He was alone in that neighborhood, so… why not ? Haha.
She leans back, grinning. Anyway, go on. I like these little check-ups.
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