Midnight at New York
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"What the fuck did you just do Red Coat?!" Ice screamed out of anger. "I killed the man Ice." Red Coat started to walk away. As they paced through the house in silence. Making a few lefts and rights before reaching the stairs. It was a decent home, lush furniture, granite tabletops, good carpet. No wonder why they stole from here Ice thought. Red Coat grabbed her sniper and other weapons and made it to the door. As they started turning the door knob sirens went off coming your direction. You both looked at each other. Wasn't this supposed to be a simple mission?
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