[Seventh Shot--Video]

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[A cloaked figure is making it's way through the streets, mask in place and thus unable to be easily identified.]

Discedo.

[If the figure feels anything for the place, the mask distorts the voice and all emotion is lost. A heavy breath is heard--a sigh.]

I still have my orders. [The figure reaches up, fingering the mask as if to remove it--but

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That is a sweet icon and has lured me in.

[f_u_robots]

Orders?

Then it has done it's job.

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[The bird masked lady seems to nod.] Elimination.

[f_u_robots]

Of whom?

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Classified. Latimir 201 is still standing, isn't it?

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...Elimination of a target. The target is classified.

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All that matters is meeting the objective.

[notonroids]

Orders?

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[Target acquired. That makes her pause.] Yes, orders. I am planning on fulfilling them soon, as soon as I reach the apartment.

[Voice]

[notonroids]

Who are you? [There's a tone in his that's obvious not amused with this. Who was this person and what did they want with him?]

[Voice]

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A ghost. [The only honesty he'd likely get. She was a ghost these days.]

[witchoftheweek]

You were here previously?

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...Yes.

[witchoftheweek]

I see.

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...Is that all?