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"à la vie, à la mort" - Amèlie Lacroix
When I was a girl I had I fear of spiders. I was told they felt no emotion, that their hearts never beat. But I know the truth.
Mission 76, 6/11/2084
Target is an Omnix, some petty leader brainwashing the people of this city to believe such lies. I will give him the death he deserves. London is beautiful at night, especially from where I stand on the rooftops. I wrap my wire around my leg, attach the hook to a metal pole and jump. Only to suspend myself half way down the fall and pull out my rifle. I carefully aim at the Omnix target, hold my breath, and fire. From that moment the entire world around me turns into slow motion as my silver bullet slices through the air in the direction of the target, it is this moment that I enjoy the most. Knowing that I have made the shot perfectly, and that each shot I take is one step closer to freedom.
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