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Mantis had encountered several familiar faces since his foray into a third or fourth chance to live-- whether they were men he had nearly forgotten or men he had loathed, hardly ever were they wonderful gifts to stumble upon. But to catch a flash of bleached-blonde hair, a familiar cold expression... he would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel pleasant surprise upon seeing Sniper Wolf again.
“Wolf,” Mantis called out, before his former coworker could disappear into the winding streets of the Golden Ward. He had been floating aimlessly in the opposite direction, but his boots hit the pavement with the confident grace of a man who had done this thousands of times, and he strolled with great strides to catch up with her.
His pace slowed as he neared, suddenly unsure of accosting what could be a stranger; the more he peered at the back of her head, the more he wondered if he was mistaken-- and how he loathed contact with the masses.
“Is that you?”
