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[spoocyy]

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Having watched the mess of an attempt at reloading, she was surprised the man had been able to stay alive as long as he had. The raids in this city were never very forgiving of mistakes. But he was a cloaker, much like herself, so he must be somewhat good despite what her eyes could see. “Well then, genius. Pay more attention. You’re going to run into a wall at this rate.”

[didyamxssme]

"But if this is what you want, then you can be just like us." (difficulty-tweak)

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The threat simply increased his anger. How dare he. How dare he. He was Hoxton! Sharpshooter of the infamous Payday gang! One of the four original members! Who the bloody hell was this cop to think he’d ever stoop down to his level, blackmail or not?“Or consider this: ya go fuck yerself.”He spat blood at the cloaker’s feet to make his point.

[gxttricky]

“You look pissed as fuck.” (difficulty-tweak)

💰 MEME || ACCEPTING;; @difficulty-tweak

CALL IT A RESTING BITCH FACE,

     but Chains was more ON EDGE than pissed. PISSED that he was in this situation? S u r e. But he was goddamn worried about how he was going to get out of it. IF he was going to get out of it…

     Secluded, cut off from the rest of the gang. Normally he wouldn’t have been breaking such a sweat about that. Chains was, arguably, one of the more tankish members. If ANY of them gave off the vibes of the one who’d be the last one to go down with fists a’swinging, it was him. But, this would be a tough play to run even for Chains.

     His gun was empty, his ammo depleted in the firefight he’d escaped.

OUT OF THE FIRE...                      AND INTO THE FUCKING FRYING PAN.

     Fatigue was setting in and he knew that his adrenaline would only get him so much farther. Blood && sweat rolled down the back of his neck, the prior from a head injury he’d sustained from a fall. Tired, no weapons, and hurt. IT WASN’T looking GOOD.

     So, to have the shit sundae topped with a shitty Cloaker cherry. THAT was some tough fucking luck. With a grunt, he tossed his useless weapon to the side and rolled his neck. SQUARED UP, ready to throw some fucking hands.

     “Motherfucker, you take one more step and I’ll show you what pissed looks like.”

[masterminding-my-manners]

(difficulty-tweak) “Bad Touch reverse” What's good, 'Murica?

19) Breaking one of your muse’s bones [Reverse]

Dallas was on guard in the long hallway to the guard room in the museum. Houston had things covered in the room hacking the computers while Chains and Sokol were destroying Gensec left and right in the other corridors. 

He had heard the cloaker’s strange mechanical sounds only moments before he felt a very sharp pain in the back of his leg and hit the floor. As he turned to shoot at the man,  pain exploded in the leg as he essentially curb stomped his left leg over the slight step down in the doorway, causing him to scream out in pain.

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