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He stumbled on his way out. Healing was a thing, but his pain receptors were not precisely shut off. Thus him feeling everything more than he wanted to. Adrian groaned, holding to the wall and the communicator. He had finally escaped that pig’s grasp, “Littlebird,” he contacted, “I’m... I’m going to need a pick up on my position.” He groaned, stairs up, as he went to the rooftop and locked the door with a bar, “in a ban, not your bike. Por favor.”











