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Sam Victorio // Max Guevara (notanumber) wrote in thereincarnates,

The world seemed to be running at warp speed. The compound went up in flames as the driver got out of the car, a scared looking man in a dark suit. He had something like a tazer. That wasn't going to be enough. Still, he was aiming at Logan, which wasn't allowed. Sam blinked, giving it just a second's thought, then she shot him too.

The Agency goons were dead, and everything left of Manticore was burning. That left no one to report what happened here. It was better that way. She swallowed hard. She had that feeling she always had after a successful mission. Not guilt. Definitely not guilt. Regret, maybe, that it had to be this way. She wished the world was somehow different, although she couldn't imagine that different world, however hard she tried.

She looked over at Logan. "Let's get out of here."