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... p> Blood was smeared across her cheek, but her expression remained cold, untouched, as if violence was nothing more than a chore to her.
She swung her LMG one final time, mowing down the last of the snipers who had been foolishly hiding behind the scattered, bullet-riddled vehicles.
"Clear," she muttered under her breath, her voice steady.
Bishop walked over at a lazy pace, leaving behind a trail of bodies in his wake. A fresh cut marred his forearm, blood trickling down ...
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