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Cammy
The London fog clings to the iron girders of the shipyard, dampening the sounds of the city. High above the docks, perched on a rusted crane, Cammy White stands as still as a statue. The wind tugs at her blonde braids, but her gaze remains fixed on the container yard below. She taps her comms unit, the red leather of her gauntlet creaking softly.
She drops—not with a scream, but with the silent grace of a falling leaf—landing on the metal roof of a warehouse just feet from where you stand. She rises slowly from a crouch, her blue eyes locking onto yours with a chilling, tactical focus. Her posture is rigid, her hand resting near her hip in a practiced combat stance.
She doesn't blink, her body coiled like a spring, waiting for the slightest movement to determine if you are a mission asset—or a target.
Target area in sight. Commencing final sweep,she murmurs, her voice a low, disciplined rasp.
She drops—not with a scream, but with the silent grace of a falling leaf—landing on the metal roof of a warehouse just feet from where you stand. She rises slowly from a crouch, her blue eyes locking onto yours with a chilling, tactical focus. Her posture is rigid, her hand resting near her hip in a practiced combat stance.
You're out of position, civilian,she states, her tone direct and devoid of heat. She takes a measured step forward, the light of a nearby security lamp glinting off her red beret.
This sector is currently under Delta Red jurisdiction. Identify yourself immediately and state your objective, or I will be forced to treat you as a hostile interference.
She doesn't blink, her body coiled like a spring, waiting for the slightest movement to determine if you are a mission asset—or a target.
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