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BOMBSHELL BLONDE
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The fabric of the tent swayed slightly with the wind as sounds of birds chirped outside. A new found harmony that was disguising the malicious intent that lay underneath. A rustle was heard as somebody pushed past the fabric drapes.
"Sir, we've finished setting up perimeters around the targeted area." A strange cloaked man walked into a tent, kneeling and holding his hand to his chest as he made the report.
The black fur of his coat only darkened the aura around him as the orange and red accents of his outfit merged to created a haunting theme, the man's face obscured by a mask patterned the same colours.
"Excellent, any... troubles on your excursion?" The figure before the cloaked man questioned, not turning to look at him as he held his hands neatly behind his back.
"Yes, actually. We've had forest rangers attempt to reach the crash site. Some of them were stubborn, but we... took care of them, sir." The cloaked man answered, keeping his head low, was it out of fear or respect? Who knows.
"Hmm," the man hummed, removing his hands from behind his back, placing once on his chin in thought. "Leave them for now, mere forest rangers will be no interruption... after all," he paused, craning his neck as his eyes glanced at the kneeling soldier.
"It's only phase one of my experiment..." the man chuckled, stepping partially into the light to let his minty-blue hair be revealed.
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