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Getting to the building had been the easy part. Getting into the building had been slightly harder, but not impossible. Offices. They were all the same, really, after a while.
The true test was coming up just ahead, though, and Kerrigan's pulse was racing in ways she'd be loathe to admit were comfortably familiar. Adrenaline. Anticipation. The whole damn nine yards that had kept her existence going back in the days when she had orders, not friends.
The lock would be a piece of cake with the aid of their guest.
The rest-- well. Her hand hovered over the stealth button on her suit. Her armor pulsed like it had a life of its own. "It's your turn. This once. And then it's on me."
Whether she was referring to the politician or the cowering mess was left, mostly, in the middle.
The true test was coming up just ahead, though, and Kerrigan's pulse was racing in ways she'd be loathe to admit were comfortably familiar. Adrenaline. Anticipation. The whole damn nine yards that had kept her existence going back in the days when she had orders, not friends.
The lock would be a piece of cake with the aid of their guest.
The rest-- well. Her hand hovered over the stealth button on her suit. Her armor pulsed like it had a life of its own. "It's your turn. This once. And then it's on me."
Whether she was referring to the politician or the cowering mess was left, mostly, in the middle.
