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Shiloh crouched, her back pressed up against the building. Listening to the footsteps approaching. There was no flashlight beam illuminating in front of them. It wasn't Sentinel. They always needed flashlights. Wolf or Ghost. As they came to the corner, she shot a leg out. Causing them to fall face-first toward the ground.
A small tussle ensued and Shiloh sat on the other's stomach. Knife in hand, she looked down. "Oh -- you know this could have ended a lot worse."
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Keener chuckled walking around the room. Eyes shifting from a sleeping corner with a perfect line of sight on the door and nearby windows. But if you angled yourself properly no one could see you in the room. An organization to supplies in the opposite corner with what looked like a clipboard with writing. Most likely, he was keeping track of what he had supply-wise. This was a military man who now just ran as a gun-for-hire.
"Word of mouth. You can thank that drug dealer you carted through the Dark Zone earlier this week. Spoke very highly of your services."
Keener was watching his movements. He didn't want to make Acer twitchy. He made sure his hands stayed where they were seen and kept his movements slow.
"I need you to put those military days to use. JTF is keeping an eye on someone, and I need someone to keep an eye on the JTF watching this person."
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"Catch up? My ass has been ahead of you since day one!" He knew Tristan would crack a joke about his height. 1-inch difference, and the man would never let it go. "You are just lucky you finally hit puberty and grew facial hair. Can stop being called baby face now."
"What have you been up to? Probably something stupid." All in good humor.
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Keener's azures flickered to the Malinois then back to Tristan, making a mental note about the dog. " How do you feel about working with criminals under a former police officer? " Keener had formed a plan, he had the rogue agents he needed. Now he needed someone with outside of the scope of an agent, Tristan Acer was who he needed.
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The idea of her just showing up out of the blue, was hilarious to her. Especially when it catches others off guard. "Good would hate for you to lose your line of sight, big boy." She jokingly uttered, quickly moving from one cover to the next. The slow pulsing of her tattoos began to illuminate. "FREEZE!" Her outstretched arm moved like an invisible force, shifting the area around the victim on the wrong side shaping a bubble around like a black hole grasping others.
Out of place, probably. Released from her chains a while ago. There was a rage pent up within her, the mere fact that other humans could do what was done with her. She needed an outlet to just release it. These invaders seemed to be hired to do something. But what?
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"So what is your least favorite and favorite blood types to sip?"
"... Did you just ask me favored blood types? Really?"
"I mean fair enough, considering the topics earlier... My least favorite are those heavily drugged, and have a more sour blood type with that. Depending on diets. I prefer the robust flavorings. But sometime,s feeding off a drinker can get me drunk as well, so I gotta watch who or what I feed on."
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❝ You're not going anywhere. ❞ Placing her hand on the door before Tristan could even make an attempt at opening it. ❝ Not like this–now go lay down on the couch. You're sleeping it off here. ❞
She didn't give him much room for argument, in fact, she was already guiding him toward the living room. ❝ And don't even think that you could slip outta here when I'm not looking. ❞ Warning him right off the bat. ❝ We can go get your car in the morning when you're sober. ❞
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Shiloh smiled, reaching up to Kal on top of the vehicle. "I wouldn't be where I am today if I made noise." Looking back at Tristan as he rubbed his head. A questionable look between him and the engine of the car.
"Do I want to know what you are looking for?" As he finished what he was doing, she was looking in the car windows. Nothing of value in there. She was hoping to find a few extra supplies to take back with her. But this job was something else, and her eyes weren't focused on food.
Looking around the area the map in her graphing the area. Giving the best path for where she was heading.
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@tristanacer asked ✿ HAPPINESS headcanon
Reb.ecca is always happy when she is surrounded by those she calls Family. People maybe labeled as friend to others, but they are family. Doesn't matter if they are blood related or her found family.
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anonymous asked What people make you happy when you see them on the dash?
@the-wild-card-hand, @bladesout, @tristanacer, @vehxmence, @tornsaviors, @roguevanguard
This is just a shout out post at this point.
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I love your art so much!
Thank you sm! :,D
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They had thrown this male into her cell had originally caught her off guard. Normally, no one would have been thrown with her. Especially when they tried to deem her useful after finding the basic info provided by the reports from Umbrella.
However, here was a person who need some help. Perhaps it was time to put a plan in motion. Time to break out. But first try to help him. "This a first. But let's see what I can do for you."
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they were almost in the clear.
it was supposed to be an easy mission, get in, get out. but it had taken a turn for the worse. they were finding that the getting out part to be a little more....difficult. running low on ammo as well as energy, enemies were picked off strategically and quietly. taking a breather to come up with a plan once deeming the area clear.
�� “ what the hell just happened back there. “
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"Ow! That really hurt!"
❝ I warned you it would sting. ❞ Her tone held a tinge of annoyance, Tristan had shown up at her doorstep a drunken and bleeding mess. How he got to her house lingered in the back of her mind, she would have to ask him about that later. For now, she continued to clean the cut above his left eye.
❝ You really need to stop getting into these messes. ❞ The blood was gone and she tilted his head in order to get a better look. She wasn't about to bust out the sewing kit at 3 o'clock in the morning, so butterfly bandages would have to suffice.
Patching up wounds.
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