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Koren Nox

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𝓚𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓝𝓸𝔁

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█████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖠 𝖯 𝖯 𝖤 𝖠 𝖱 𝖠 𝖭 𝖢 𝖤】 At 5'8" Koren is definitely shorter than her brother - something he often pokes fun at when they're together. Toned extremities from years of athletics has left her with a desired figure. Couple this with her childish nature and this sometimes makes her look younger and petite than she is. Though the number of bruises that line her arm and legs are sure to raise questions. As an outside hitter power and stamina makes her an intense force of nature and it shows in her physique. Not unlike her brother Kore too has a skin care regime that she follows to the letter. Naturally a sandy blonde though she currently rocks a lighter, almost platinum tone, and only recently is starting to lose the pink streaks she has previously had. Not pale my any means, Kore's rambunctious nature calls her to spend a lot of that energy outdoors if she can and therefore is rewarded with an even tanned glow about her. Kore's fashion style can be described as straight up athleisure. Leggings, joggers, pullovers, sports bras, oversized shirts, swimwear, biking shorts. The whole nine yards. She's all about that comfort and with how active she is having the appropriate attire is key. She can sometimes get lost in the baggy clothes she lounges in while rocking large lens glasses, amber eyes always twinkling. When it comes to the school uniform Koren is seen constantly with her blouse un-tucked, stockings aren't ever the same height while the blazer is always unbuttoned. There is only one tattoo she has on her at the moment, a star outline on her left hip she got while out for her eighteenth before being shipped to America. Maybe there will be more in the future? But she isn't too concerned with it at the moment. Been there done that. █████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖱 𝖤 𝖯 𝖴 𝖳 𝖠 𝖳 𝖨 𝖮 𝖭】 Koren can be described as intense. Just not in an aggressive way. Playful, friendly, energetic, bombastic; very much like a puppy.. She is even described by those closest to her as having "mood swings" where even the slightest thing can change switch her mood. Which then in turn impacts her entire personality and then affects everyone near her. It's not pleasant. She is often times referred to by her twin as 'air headed' and 'ditzy'. However, no can say she isn't a great hype-(wo)man, always showcasing her impressive skill (on the court) and a morale-boosting demeanor. Kore just comes off as annoying and... just a lot. Seeking out attention and praise when she thinks she deserves it (which is always). Kore is rather ignorant of other people's discomfort and doesn't seem to shy away from difficult situations. Despite her general silly behavior, there are moments when Koren exhibits something akin to a wise form of intelligence. Its rare, but it happens.

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█████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖧 𝖨 𝖲 𝖳 𝖮 𝖱 𝖸】 Koren Elise Nox was a born at 12:06 AM on May 17, 2001. 13 minutes after her beloved stoic twin. Something he likes to remind her off constantly. Since then the twins have hardly spent a moment apart. With a marine biologist for a mother and a genetics researcher for a father they lived a very enriching life. Work called their parents to all over the world as leaders in their respective fields. Their early childhood was spent in South Africa, both of their parents a part of teams researching various things. The work was challenging but at the end of the day the family always came together and the stress would melt away. Though she is the youngest of the two, Koren was the one in charge of their daily activities, always seen dragging Keziah around on many of her harebrained ideas. He is the calm to her storm, the the water to her fire. The one to always tell her like it is, but come to her defense at the drop of a hat. Her best friend. Shh don't tell him that. The two of them brought out the best in each other, and when it came to facing the world they’d never be alone. When they were 8 the family packed up and moved to Tokyo and here is where life truly began for the two of them. With Keziah's infatuation with volleyball taking flight it was only a matter of time before he was dragging her into something new and exciting. Once she was hooked she was hooked. Practicing haphazardly in the yard, Keziah setting and tossing and her trying to perfect the powerful delivery of a well timed spike. And from there history was written. In middle school they were stars, King and Queen of their respective courts. While the sport brought about a new vigor in her brother it only served to enhance her already outgoing nature. Koren was the morale booster, a force to be reckoned with, the loudest on the court and off - if she were ever so unlucky. The competitive nature in her was sated so long as everyone was enjoying the game and having fun and she win, of course Never one to shy away from something because of it's difficulty Koren often times found herself in the company of others who may not always appreciate her intense presence. Koren was in her element and her love for the sport only increased with every game. The family relocated again to Australia after middle school, much to the twins displeasure; though to Koren she was looking forward to a new adventure. After a particularly wild summer the twins are being shipped off to America to finish the rest of their schooling at some boarding school or something. Oops...

Taeyeon 'Arlo' Hahn

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𝓣𝓪𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓐𝓻𝓵𝓸 𝓗𝓪𝓱𝓷

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██████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖠 𝖯 𝖯 𝖤 𝖠 𝖱 𝖠 𝖭 𝖢 𝖤】 Arlo is described as a pretty boy. His face is delicate and sculpted, with soft lips and perfect cheekbones. Arlo is noted to be tall and lean with broad shoulders, well-built arms, and a muscular frame. He has narrow, hazel colored eyes that seem almost cat-like, which make him appear sly and intimidating. His black hair is naturally messy and spikes upwards due to his bed head. Growing up his brother's affectionate nickname for him was "Rooster Head". When it comes to his fashion sense, he dresses mostly in all black but sometimes dips into blue tones; though his favorites would have to be how good red looks on him. As far as the school uniform goes, he's hardly seen out of dress code, though he does wear his tie a bit on the loose side. ██████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖱 𝖤 𝖯 𝖴 𝖳 𝖠 𝖳 𝖨 𝖮 𝖭】 Arlo has a laid-back yet scheming personality and is considered a "provocation expert" by many. He would actively provoke others and is unrelenting when dishing out snide remarks. But never with malicious intent, more so for the sake of competition. However, Arlo is kinder and more genuine than what his exterior image conveys. Though he likes to provoke others, especially on the court, sportsmanship is still important to him and he doesn't tolerate cheaters. Arlo is also shown to be a highly observant and intuitive person when it comes to both volleyball and people. In matches, his attentive nature as a middle blocker proves to be extremely lethal for his opponents. He quickly tracks down and analyzes every move of the spikers, allowing him to put up a successful block and destroy the momentum of the opposing team. Around his friends and teammates Arlo is a reliable, strong friend, often responsible for lifting the spirits of everyone when they are feeling down using sly quips. He seems to derive enjoyment from facing strong opponents, on and off the court and in many different fashions, and hides his frustration with sharp smirks and boisterous remarks, all the while scheming strategies to break them down and come out on top. Despite seeming sly and cool on the outside, Arlo possesses a silly side that is on display when he belts out in loud obnoxious laughter and engages in frivolous conversation with Koren. Arlo likes to proclaim "ah, youth," to anyone a year or two younger than him. Essentially, he's a total dork.

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██████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖧 𝖨 𝖲 𝖳 𝖮 𝖱 𝖸】 Hahn Taeyeon, better known as Arlo - easier to stomach on a dossier at a conference than his birth name he s'pposes. Second son of a large industrial chaebol, and not in direct line to inherit any of the responsibilities that come with the wealth save for the family name. Having an older brother to shoulder the brunt of the expectations has afforded him a life of luxury sans stress where his parents let him get away with most of anything turning him into quite the troublemaker. Always one to test the boundaries and push his luck but ever so clever as to dodge any of the consequences. For a time. Arlo has always wielded a better head for business and knowledge than his brother, though wasn't deemed fit to take charge at the time. With the head of the company; and family, getting up in age and his brother getting bolder with his wild ideas, it seems as though Arlo will be kept close to the breast in all endeavors moving forward. He doesn't mind. Not really. It's just another tool in his arsenal that will propel him and his future to bigger and better opportunities. Unless something unexpected were to be thrown into the mix. Say, a blast from his past?

Soleil Toussaint; TW mentions of drug use and suicide

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^{Nyane Lebajoa || #cd9575}

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███████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖠 𝖯 𝖯 𝖤 𝖠 𝖱 𝖠 𝖭 𝖢 𝖤】 A dark-skinned young woman, on the lighter spectrum naturally. However, due to her consistent exposure to the sun her complexion fluctuates. Growing up, Soleil sported long, curly sable lock; it wasn't until she was a little older that she found the love for dying her hair unnatural colors. Tall and lithe, toned and athletic, she wields a model's balance and a swimmer's body. Sol puts forth the effort to be healthier in what she eats and works to maintain her figure. Though she does indulge every now and then in sour candies and drugs if she can find 'em As far as the uniform goes Sol is definitely disgusted by the colors. gold and blue? It's so American, only overshadowed had the colors been red, white and blue. But she digresses. The style and cut isn't terrible, but it is what it is. Sol wears it as is with accessories to heighten the ensemble; especially a pair of shades. Everyday looks can find her in chic casual, or designer threads. Make no mistake, Soleil is always dressed well. X X ███████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖱 𝖤 𝖯 𝖴 𝖳 𝖠 𝖳 𝖨 𝖮 𝖭】 Soleil, at face value, is the epitome of poise and French elegance. From her posture to the way her accent slips by, Soleil exudes a type of proper. Though she prides herself on being all these things, Sol also knows that she can be better. She is her biggest critic and will always reflect on how to be better. Her personality changes, ever so slightly, depending on the friends she finds herself in the company with. Outside of friends Sol comes off as callous, sarcastic, vain and oh so dramatic. She is French after all. She is known to bite back at any injustice thrown her way with a well thought out retort. Though not always does it go her way and she has been known to take drastic measures to secure her "win". There is a caring nature to her, as demonstrated when she tends to the plants in the gardens and greenhouses, as well as showering those closest to her in material love giving and quality time are totally her love languages. She absolutely hates the mundane and is always interested in trying new things. Once someone gets the chance to know Soleil, they'll come to find out that she can be goofy just like everyone else.

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███████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖧 𝖨 𝖲 𝖳 𝖮 𝖱 𝖸】 When Soleil was born it was a cause for commotion. Model Gisele Toussaint was at the height of her career when she attended an after party during Fashion Week in Milan, there she met with Nathanael Bishop. And the rest they say is history. They had a tumultuous relationship. Ups and downs abound. Abuse in all forms took root within their lives and manifested from little inconveniences to heavy substance abuse. It wasn't long before Gisele found herself pregnant and instead of having an abortion, like they had planned, they kept the baby. Being born of two junkies wasn't ideal. For any parties involved. What made it worse was that at the ripe age of three Soleil was used as a bargaining chip in order to gain more money from her maternal grandparents in order to fund a drug habit and was "missing" for nearly five days. When Isidora & River Toussaint discovered what exactly was going on and that their daughter and her boyfriend were up to, they removed Soleil from the environment immediately and took custody of her. Gisele was in a cushy rehab facility that took care of her in all the right ways. Including feeding that nasty habit of hers. And when they finally ceased, Gisele went off the rails, committing suicide. Soleil didn't know hardly anything of her mother growing up. Aside from the small fragmented memories and small burn marks that dot her forearms and inside thighs she has from when she was much, much younger. Growing up under the care and tutelage of her grandparents has been like a dream. Isidora Simone Laveau - Toussaint was also a model in her prime and now consults for fashion shows while her River Toussaint is still creating wonderful masterpieces to be worn on mortal flesh around the world. Learning from the best, Sol has been on a straight shot to greatness. Plucked and tutored and molded into perfection to follow in their footsteps. It's what she wants. She's damn good at it. Because of that pesky itch that gnaws at her every so often, calling her to take another hit, another pill, another tab - Soleil has been sent to Marble Heights as an alternative to rehab. It's gonna be an adjustment but she's sure she can make it work in her favor.

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███████████████████████████████████████████ 【E X T R A S】 ☀ @solful is her handle all across social media platforms ☀ Grandfather's fashion line is called: espérer ☀ Dreams to rise above whatever title her mother formally held when she was at the height of her career and to create and wear the most masterfully crafted pieces the runways of the world have ever seen. ☀ Sol adores plants and spending time in gardens, sipping a cool drink with her sketch book. ☀ Speaks French when she's irritated, stressed or to avoid dealing with people. ☀ Bright Hair Color ☀ Septum & Ears are pierced ☀ Henna tattoo on her hand, she plans to get it permanently inked once she hit 18. Really just seeing if she likes the design and placement at the moment ☀ Sour Candies are the way to her heart

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Soleil Toussaint; TW mentions of drug use and suicide

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^{Nyane Lebajoa || #cd9575}

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███████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖠 𝖯 𝖯 𝖤 𝖠 𝖱 𝖠 𝖭 𝖢 𝖤】 A dark-skinned young woman, on the lighter spectrum naturally. However, due to her consistent exposure to the sun her complexion fluctuates. Growing up, Soleil sported long, curly sable lock; it wasn't until she was a little older that she found the love for dying her hair unnatural colors. Tall and lithe, toned and athletic, she wields a model's balance and a swimmer's body. Sol puts forth the effort to be healthier in what she eats and works to maintain her figure. Though she does indulge every now and then in sour candies and drugs if she can find 'em As far as the uniform goes Sol is definitely disgusted by the colors. gold and blue? It's so American, only overshadowed had the colors been red, white and blue. But she digresses. The style and cut isn't terrible, but it is what it is. Sol wears it as is with accessories to heighten the ensemble; especially a pair of shades. Everyday looks can find her in chic casual, or designer threads. Make no mistake, Soleil is always dressed well. X X ███████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖱 𝖤 𝖯 𝖴 𝖳 𝖠 𝖳 𝖨 𝖮 𝖭】 Soleil, at face value, is the epitome of poise and French elegance. From her posture to the way her accent slips by, Soleil exudes a type of proper. Though she prides herself on being all these things, Sol also knows that she can be better. She is her biggest critic and will always reflect on how to be better. Her personality changes, ever so slightly, depending on the friends she finds herself in the company with. Outside of friends Sol comes off as callous, sarcastic, vain and oh so dramatic. She is French after all. She is known to bite back at any injustice thrown her way with a well thought out retort. Though not always does it go her way and she has been known to take drastic measures to secure her "win". There is a caring nature to her, as demonstrated when she tends to the plants in the gardens and greenhouses, as well as showering those closest to her in material love giving and quality time are totally her love languages. She absolutely hates the mundane and is always interested in trying new things. Once someone gets the chance to know Soleil, they'll come to find out that she can be goofy just like everyone else.

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███████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖧 𝖨 𝖲 𝖳 𝖮 𝖱 𝖸】 When Soleil was born it was a cause for commotion. Model Gisele Toussaint was at the height of her career when she attended an after party during Fashion Week in Milan, there she met with Nathanael Bishop. And the rest they say is history. They had a tumultuous relationship. Ups and downs abound. Abuse in all forms took root within their lives and manifested from little inconveniences to heavy substance abuse. It wasn't long before Gisele found herself pregnant and instead of having an abortion, like they had planned, they kept the baby. Being born of two junkies wasn't ideal. For any parties involved. What made it worse was that at the ripe age of three Soleil was used as a bargaining chip in order to gain more money from her maternal grandparents in order to fund a drug habit and was "missing" for nearly five days. When Isidora & River Toussaint discovered what exactly was going on and that their daughter and her boyfriend were up to, they removed Soleil from the environment immediately and took custody of her. Gisele was in a cushy rehab facility that took care of her in all the right ways. Including feeding that nasty habit of hers. And when they finally ceased, Gisele went off the rails, committing suicide. Soleil didn't know hardly anything of her mother growing up. Aside from the small fragmented memories and small burn marks that dot her forearms and inside thighs she has from when she was much, much younger. Growing up under the care and tutelage of her grandparents has been like a dream. Isidora Simone Laveau - Toussaint was also a model in her prime and now consults for fashion shows while her River Toussaint is still creating wonderful masterpieces to be worn on mortal flesh around the world. Learning from the best, Sol has been on a straight shot to greatness. Plucked and tutored and molded into perfection to follow in their footsteps. It's what she wants. She's damn good at it. Because of that pesky itch that gnaws at her every so often, calling her to take another hit, another pill, another tab - Soleil has been sent to Marble Heights as an alternative to rehab. It's gonna be an adjustment but she's sure she can make it work in her favor.

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███████████████████████████████████████████ 【E X T R A S】 ☀ @solful is her handle all across social media platforms ☀ Grandfather's fashion line is called: espérer ☀ Dreams to rise above whatever title her mother formally held when she was at the height of her career and to create and wear the most masterfully crafted pieces the runways of the world have ever seen. ☀ Sol adores plants and spending time in gardens, sipping a cool drink with her sketch book. ☀ Speaks French when she's irritated, stressed or to avoid dealing with people. ☀ Bright Hair Color ☀ Septum & Ears are pierced ☀ Henna tattoo on her hand, she plans to get it permanently inked once she hit 18. Really just seeing if she likes the design and placement at the moment ☀ Sour Candies are the way to her heart

【 Spy High 】

ｄｏｎ＇ｔ ｐａｎｉｃ

_{ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ}

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ

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After such a dramatic entrance, Ollie was expecting a lot more trouble to come his way. He was surprised to find that it was awfully quiet. Well that was just a bit awkward wasn’t it. Had they found Vanessa already? No it couldn’t be, after such great lengths to get her in undetected it was impossible. Maybe Ben and Carmen were doing their job well. Either way Ollie looked to his left and right, making sure no one was after him. He blinked a bit in surprise but he had to move sometime. Stepping back from the camera, Ollie gave a confused smile to Bug then waved goodbye as he went to case out the rest of the second floor.

The floor was a maze with the occasional claymore trap around the corner. Ollie was grateful that he had studied Binx’s previous placements because he was now able to avoid activating them effectively. While the corridor was generally pretty quiet, he could hear a voice and was slowly approaching it. Ollie was now just a wall over, putting his ear up to the wall he could hear who was talking.

"Well, HAH, jokes on you dude..."

Well that was definitely Binx, but he had to see what she had in the room. Using a tunnel cam Ollie got a visual on the area. Binx, a few claymores, and… the bomb!? Had they really placed the bomb smack bang in the middle of the second floor? Ollie had thought it would be higher and had sent Vanessa too far up. The real target was so close to the entrance all along. He thought about saying it over the comms, but stopped himself. Against his better judgment he wanted to take on Binx himself.

Ollie threw his final EMP grenade hoping to fry the claymores inside. Better yet, maybe trigger them and take out Binx.

Not only had Binx successfully armed the package, but she was able to make slight adjustments in the timer department speeding up the process to a nice and tight time frame of no longer than five minutes. Atop of it all, one of the vent claymores went off, alerting her to the enemies presence. However, with her having been a little too focused she was completely vulnerable to the surprise EMP being tossed into the room. All that hard work. Gone. Fuck.

In one swift movement she was able to grab hold of the fridge handle and pull the door open, using it as a shield, protecting herself from any and all debris that came as an effect of whoever threw the grenade into her cove.

The bomb had not exploded, that was good. Some bombs once activated will also detonate on power loss. It was good that Nadia hadn’t been so unforgiving on that end. Some of the claymores Binx had set up went off as a result of the EMP’s trajectory, the rest had their circuitry fried as the result of its detonation. There didn’t appear to be camera coverage in this room, but he may have just not seen them. Either way, they wouldn’t take long to come back online and when hearing a beeping come back, neither did the bomb apparently. Nadia didn’t make it too easy for him.

From her hiding spot Binx caught a glimpse of a mess of curly locks, "Ollie! You fucker!" She chucked the visor from Nightstalker directly at the male's face peeking partially around the homemade barricade.

While Ollie doubted that Binx had been taken out by her own explosives triggering, curiosity got the better of him and he snuck a peak… Only to have some visor apparatus chucked at his head. Quickly taking cover again behind the doorway wall, Ollie responded in the most endearing way possible “yeah fuck you too Binx.” He let out a chuckle and couldn’t get the smile off his face.

Ollie wasn’t one to miss an opportunity or advantage however, his hands were already at work setting up the comms jammer just outside the room. While doing so he thought about telling the others about the bomb’s location but decided against it. Sure Nox and Wahrheit would be great with the information, but he wasn’t certain that Ben or Carmen could keep that information when subject to ‘convincing’. Quite simply, Ollie couldn’t risk communicating it over comms. Because if the other team knew that they knew where the bomb was, it would mean losing.

The comms jammer was now up and a harsh static noise will both be received and transmitted by Binx and teammates in the immediate area. This effectively made communication to her team impossible for Binx.

“Your bombs are gone and now you can’t let the others know what's happening. What's your next move Binx? You knew I was able to do this, did you let the others know? Was there any plan at all for this?” Ollie genuinely felt mean for what he was saying. But he had to throw Binx off balance like that or else he had zero chance of coming out of it the winner. So he doubled down on the taunt. “I’ve still got plenty of EMPs and have back up on the way.” The last part was a lie of course, he was completely out of EMP grenades and there was no one coming to back him up.

Cursing under her breath, more so at the fact that no one else was here as the original plan called for. Ollie would be setting up a jammer, and as if on cue he announced that he had. Welp. Hopefully Nightstalker was able to take a peek with the visor cam before it fried and maybe, just maybe, assistance was on the way. Highly unlikely. Just as it was highly unlikely that Wahrheit was on his way. ‘He wouldn’t risk giving away his perched position yet.’ And there was no reason for her to concern herself with Nox.

“Aiight, I’mma call your bluff, Ollie. Ya weren’t ever the best of liars.” She called up and over the barricade towards him. Still sitting on her person was all the weapons and gadgets she needed. It wouldn’t take her too long to come up with something, so she set to work. Making sure to chat it up with her friend, now enemy.

“I don’t think you got as many EMPs left as you think you do. Also you know I don’t ever have a plan in mind when I do shit. I’mma bit hurt at that, Ol. You should know me better than that.” The false hurt in her voice made it clear of her sarcastic intentions. As quiet as she could be, with the natural noises going on around them, she was able to lead a wire from the bomb to a levered switch in hand.

Binx hoped with her own well placed taunt she could get him to come out. At least to show his face. Besides, even with her manual, mechanical updates to a fried system, it was still going to take a minute or so. Might as well make it enjoyable. “C’mon Ol, ain’t you gonna show me that pretty face of yours?”

Fuck. Binx was right. She had called his entire bluff. There were no more tricks he could pull. He simply loaded his paint shotgun and watched the feed from his burrow cams. Binx was tinkering around with the main bomb. He would stop it if he were able but the shotgun still needed loading. Still the point remained that she was looking to use the bomb to win this fight.

“You know Binx, you could take me out with that bomb pretty easily. But I don’t imagine that it would be worth the wrath of Nadia for setting it off early.”

“You were right about the bluff by the way, I don’t have anything and I didn’t call for backup. That makes two of us. How about let's not go for the nuclear option and settle this another way. Sounds good?”

_{‘Setting it off early? Psht.’} There weren’t any stipulations on how or when the bomb went off. Any normal person would have let it slide. Water off a duck’s back an all. Binx was no normal person and she definitely wasn't going to just let the little jab slide. Quickly scanning the area around her, the fridge door still agape - on the off chance he would move in - for something to catch her eye.

Knowing Ollie, he would be monitoring her with some kinda cam, burrow or otherwise. If she could pinpoint where the camera was and block it’s feed, she would then be able to take him out. At least that’s the idea. Otherwise she blows them both up. A move she’s sure he isn’t willing to indulge in. “Oh? What way is that,” anything to buy time as she continued to scour the dim kitchen she holed up in.

Ollie could see Binx’s movements quicken a bit. She was looking around and it was more than likely she was trying to scout the camera. There were a few times she looked past it but it was only a matter of time before it was covered in paint.

“Alright Binx, I’m out.” Ollie moved into the doorway with his shotgun pointed. While he could fire, it would be extremely bad if Binx pulled the trigger on the bomb. “Just put down the detonator slowly. It would mean a loss and some bad times if you pulled it.” He started lowering his shotgun and was approaching. He just needed to disconnect the bomb’s wire, then it was time to fire.

With a quirked brow she peeked around at him, “What’s the catch, Ol?” Again something was up. Something was wrong. Of course there was. This was a simulation, there was supposed to be something wrong. But knowing her opponent, as he crept up on her like a caged beast, where the hairs along her arms and back of neck stood at attention, a telltale sign that something is amiss, Binx couldn’t help but feel the blood boil.

She had hoped that people wouldn’t think her unintelligent just because of her brash nature. Hell, she’s proved time and time again that she isn’t; but in moments like this with a near death grip on the switch Binx was once again forced to retreat into that stubborn shell of hers.

“What makes you think I’mma listen? You ever known me to be reasonable?” In an instant she was coming around from her cover, her own shotgun tossed somewhere in a corner and the lever thrown to the side, that wasn’t going to do her any good. Instead she lunged at his approaching figure and tackled him to the ground as quickly as she could. Binx thought that if could subdue him long enough it would buy her just enough time to get to the lever and detonate the bomb.

Ollie prided himself on knowing what people would do before they do it. It was a habit of his and he enjoyed doing it immensely. However, one concept that arises when attempting it is chaos factor. This is someone's tendency to be unpredictable and volatile in their approach. Ultimately, no matter how much you know someone you can never truly know what they will do exactly. Some parts are just a coin flip and it has to be accepted. Most of the time that chaos factor can be more than accounted for, while broad stroke action is predictable. Not against Binx. First the bomb and now this tackle. Ollie is continuously surprised by Binx’s actions. If you were to ask him, she is someone who is entirely made of this chaos factor and foolishly Ollie assumes different. She cannot be predicted.

Ollie was knocked on his ass with that tackle. Hand to hand was neither of their specialties and he was only just able to turn a one sided pin into a wrestle, but sure as hell Binx had the upper hand for multiple reasons. She took him by surprise, she had gotten close enough to where he couldn’t read her moves, and… well, he was flustered. He hadn’t fought hand to hand with a girl before, much less being pinned down by one. His cheeks started going a bit red and he couldn’t keep eye contact with her. “Get off me Binx.” While that was said in earnest, Ollie could only feel a little bit of shame for letting that out. He was just going to ask Binx to get off of him, in a training exercise. Stupid.

The tackle was completely spur of the moment, but it seemed to have paid off as she sat atop him, his cheeks tinged with blush no doubt matching her own. Though Binx was able to recover a little quicker than him. "Aw, what's the matter Ollie~ embarrassed?" Who was she to pass up the opportunity to tease the shit outta him. Instead of removing herself from straddling him, Binx pinned him further to the ground, nudging his weapon further from his grip.

Ollie was embarrassed but he had to try his hardest not to look it. “No I’m not embarrassed, fuck you Binx.” The way this was delivered showed anyone who was watching that he was embarrassed. The way it had come out in itself was embarrassing. His only hope is that he was right about this room having no cameras. If Bug was watching, she could and she would share the footage with everyone. That would be devastating.

All he had to do was grab the shotgun but that was proving harder to achieve by the second. Seemingly with every movement toward the gun, Binx would counter with nudging it further out of his reach. The energy was slowly leaving his body with every failed attempt. If he was going to make a move he had to make it now, otherwise Binx would have enough bragging rights to make this next year a nightmare. Gathering all his energy he made a final lunge for the shotgun, only to have it thrust out of his grip in a fumble. But he was able to pull the trigger, even if he couldn’t aim it.

Whether Ollie had actually hit Binx or if the blast had just startled her, he felt the tide of the fight turn in his favor. Taking the opportunity he rolled the two of them and took Binx into a pin. “Hah, what do you have to say now Bi…” While he said the first part with confidence and a cocky smile, then immediately faded as he had made eye contact with Binx for the first time during the fight. He gulped. Now on that he was on top of Binx, that embarrassment was taken to new heights. “Uh, so, yeah, you’re pinned so, umm, just surrender.” But that wasn’t all, what was initially a strong pin had faded in the same way his confidence did, immediate. Binx would be fully able to move against him because of it.

To say she was surprised was an understatement. Binx didn’t think he would be in the right frame of mind to flip her and turn the situation against her. But that’s what she gets for underestimating his keen strategic mindset.

As soon as her back hit the flooring beneath her she looked up and made eye contact. It was very… different to be on this end of a pin. Binx can honestly say she hasn’t been here that many times but for some reason this was different. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was definitely a new experience. It could be the fact that she could feel her face heating up under his gaze, or feel him pressing down on her. Either way, it wasn’t a terrible feeling. “What’re you gonna do to me if I refuse~,” even with her thrown into this new experience, there was no way she was going to pass up the opportunity to tease him.

“Uuuuuuhhhh.” Ollie was truly speechless for one of the first times in his life. Binx had found ways to surprise him but this was something else. He felt nervous, tense, and a wide range of other emotions. Usually a wave of unexpected feeling like this would be a bad thing, but he didn’t feel bad. The moment just sat there for a good few seconds, his pin loosening with every moment. Ollie had to shake his head to clear his mind, he had to focus on the mission. “Ok Binx, you can stop playing around now. I have you pinned, that means you’re out.” Even through saying that he tried and failed to keep eye contact. The force on the pin was still loose.

"Oh?" The taunt was thickly laced in her voice, "It doesn't feel like I'm out," taking the slacked grip on her, Binx was able to wrap her legs around him as best she could and flip them, once more landing atop of him. Leaning lower she placed a quick kiss to his already reddening cheeks before sitting back up to full height, "Ya know, I'm really starting to enjoy this position, Ol. Looks good on ya." Using whatever remaining moments she had left of his distorted state Binx pulled out some zip ties from her back pocket and tied his wrists together and then to a cabinet handle for extra measures before moving off of him.

"Sit back and relax, the show's gonna kick off soon~”

The whole thing had gone by in a blur for Ollie the flip, the kiss, and then before he knew it he was cable tied to a cabinet. Usually an undebatable loss like this would make him feel bad, but a release of that tension had just made him laugh. In his mind, because he had lost he could chalk up what Binx had done as being actions to win. In some regard he couldn’t quite wrap his head around there being more to the interaction. “That was a good one Binx. You caught me out with all that teasing, you have the win.” Still something was digging at the back of his mind, he knew the kiss on his cheek wasn’t necessary to win.

“Binx, I have a favour to ask.” Ollie mouthed the words ‘comms off’ and waited for Binx to comply. “Now that Nadia can’t be listening in I can talk about it. The punishment is some bullshit isn’t it? ‘Oh yeah we are going to punish the weaker spies by making them do non-spy stuff.’ That makes no sense. I think my team is going to lose, could you sneak us over some tools so we can get the job done quicker. And if by some miracle that my team wins, I’ll do the same for you. We got a deal?”

Placing a finger to her chin she thought on the offer. ”Yeah, alright. It only seems fair, can't believe she expects us to clean up all the fuckin' paint. Seriously..." There was no denying that even though the interaction between them had dissolved into something more friendly, as if the training session were over, there was still a form of tension that resided between them. _{What was she thinking? What was the kiss for? Just to tease him, yeah? Yeah. That’s totally what it was for.}

Checking her wrist watch for the time, she wondered aloud how much longer this little experiment was going to take before a clear winner was decided. In the short amount of time that had passed, which felt like eons, Binx found herself constantly dragging her gaze back towards him, though never quite meeting his gaze directly. Too nervous as to what kinda emotions would be pulled from her if she did.

Unlike Binx, Ollie seemed more or less unphased from the previous events on the surface. Binx had just done all that stuff to beat him right? And sure, it sucked that he got taken out. There was no weirdness between them right? But seeing how Binx was acting, Ollie also began to grow more awkward about it as well. Maybe it wasn’t as simple as he thought.

But something else quickly took over his mind. A certain dread that made his heart sink into his shoes. How could he have not noticed it earlier? Was it out of his view? “Hey, uh, Binx. You wouldn’t happen to have any dirt on Bug would you?” He nodded over toward where the previously unseen security camera was. While it had some paint on it, it was still quite likely that Bug could have seen that whole thing. “Cause we are going to need some serious blackmail soon.” The embarrassment had returned.

_{collab with @Jumbus | mentions: Bug@Legion02}

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Taeyeon 'Arlo' Hahn

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██████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖠 𝖯 𝖯 𝖤 𝖠 𝖱 𝖠 𝖭 𝖢 𝖤】 Arlo is described as a pretty boy. His face is delicate and sculpted, with soft lips and perfect cheekbones. Arlo is noted to be tall and lean with broad shoulders, well-built arms, and a muscular frame. He has narrow, hazel colored eyes that seem almost cat-like, which make him appear sly and intimidating. His black hair is naturally messy and spikes upwards due to his bed head. Growing up his brother's affectionate nickname for him was "Rooster Head". When it comes to his fashion sense, he dresses mostly in all black but sometimes dips into blue tones; though his favorites would have to be how good red looks on him. As far as the school uniform goes, he's hardly seen out of dress code, though he does wear his tie a bit on the loose side. ██████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖱 𝖤 𝖯 𝖴 𝖳 𝖠 𝖳 𝖨 𝖮 𝖭】 Arlo has a laid-back yet scheming personality and is considered a "provocation expert" by many. He would actively provoke others and is unrelenting when dishing out snide remarks. But never with malicious intent, more so for the sake of competition. However, Arlo is kinder and more genuine than what his exterior image conveys. Though he likes to provoke others, especially on the court, sportsmanship is still important to him and he doesn't tolerate cheaters. Arlo is also shown to be a highly observant and intuitive person when it comes to both volleyball and people. In matches, his attentive nature as a middle blocker proves to be extremely lethal for his opponents. He quickly tracks down and analyzes every move of the spikers, allowing him to put up a successful block and destroy the momentum of the opposing team. Around his friends and teammates Arlo is a reliable, strong friend, often responsible for lifting the spirits of everyone when they are feeling down using sly quips. He seems to derive enjoyment from facing strong opponents, on and off the court and in many different fashions, and hides his frustration with sharp smirks and boisterous remarks, all the while scheming strategies to break them down and come out on top. Despite seeming sly and cool on the outside, Arlo possesses a silly side that is on display when he belts out in loud obnoxious laughter and engages in frivolous conversation with Koren. Arlo likes to proclaim "ah, youth," to anyone a year or two younger than him. Essentially, he's a total dork.

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██████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖧 𝖨 𝖲 𝖳 𝖮 𝖱 𝖸】 Hahn Taeyeon, better known as Arlo - easier to stomach on a dossier at a conference than his birth name he s'pposes. Second son of a large industrial chaebol, and not in direct line to inherit any of the responsibilities that come with the wealth save for the family name. Having an older brother to shoulder the brunt of the expectations has afforded him a life of luxury sans stress where his parents let him get away with most of anything turning him into quite the troublemaker. Always one to test the boundaries and push his luck but ever so clever as to dodge any of the consequences. For a time. Arlo has always wielded a better head for business and knowledge than his brother, though wasn't deemed fit to take charge at the time. With the head of the company; and family, getting up in age and his brother getting bolder with his wild ideas, it seems as though Arlo will be kept close to the breast in all endeavors moving forward. He doesn't mind. Not really. It's just another tool in his arsenal that will propel him and his future to bigger and better opportunities. Unless something unexpected were to be thrown into the mix. Say, a blast from his past?

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█████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖠 𝖯 𝖯 𝖤 𝖠 𝖱 𝖠 𝖭 𝖢 𝖤】 At 5'8" Koren is definitely shorter than her brother - something he often pokes fun at when they're together. Toned extremities from years of athletics has left her with a desired figure. Couple this with her childish nature and this sometimes makes her look younger and petite than she is. Though the number of bruises that line her arm and legs are sure to raise questions. As an outside hitter power and stamina makes her an intense force of nature and it shows in her physique. Not unlike her brother Kore too has a skin care regime that she follows to the letter. Naturally a sandy blonde though she currently rocks a lighter, almost platinum tone, and only recently is starting to lose the pink streaks she has previously had. Not pale my any means, Kore's rambunctious nature calls her to spend a lot of that energy outdoors if she can and therefore is rewarded with an even tanned glow about her. Kore's fashion style can be described as straight up athleisure. Leggings, joggers, pullovers, sports bras, oversized shirts, swimwear, biking shorts. The whole nine yards. She's all about that comfort and with how active she is having the appropriate attire is key. She can sometimes get lost in the baggy clothes she lounges in while rocking large lens glasses, amber eyes always twinkling. When it comes to the school uniform Koren is seen constantly with her blouse un-tucked, stockings aren't ever the same height while the blazer is always unbuttoned. There is only one tattoo she has on her at the moment, a star outline on her left hip she got while out for her eighteenth before being shipped to America. Maybe there will be more in the future? But she isn't too concerned with it at the moment. Been there done that. █████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖱 𝖤 𝖯 𝖴 𝖳 𝖠 𝖳 𝖨 𝖮 𝖭】 Koren can be described as intense. Just not in an aggressive way. Playful, friendly, energetic, bombastic; very much like a puppy.. She is even described by those closest to her as having "mood swings" where even the slightest thing can change switch her mood. Which then in turn impacts her entire personality and then affects everyone near her. It's not pleasant. She is often times referred to by her twin as 'air headed' and 'ditzy'. However, no can say she isn't a great hype-(wo)man, always showcasing her impressive skill (on the court) and a morale-boosting demeanor. Kore just comes off as annoying and... just a lot. Seeking out attention and praise when she thinks she deserves it (which is always). Kore is rather ignorant of other people's discomfort and doesn't seem to shy away from difficult situations. Despite her general silly behavior, there are moments when Koren exhibits something akin to a wise form of intelligence. Its rare, but it happens.

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█████████████████████████████████████████ 【𝖧 𝖨 𝖲 𝖳 𝖮 𝖱 𝖸】 Koren Elise Nox was a born at 12:06 AM on May 17, 2001. 13 minutes after her beloved stoic twin. Something he likes to remind her off constantly. Since then the twins have hardly spent a moment apart. With a marine biologist for a mother and a genetics researcher for a father they lived a very enriching life. Work called their parents to all over the world as leaders in their respective fields. Their early childhood was spent in South Africa, both of their parents a part of teams researching various things. The work was challenging but at the end of the day the family always came together and the stress would melt away. Though she is the youngest of the two, Koren was the one in charge of their daily activities, always seen dragging Keziah around on many of her harebrained ideas. He is the calm to her storm, the the water to her fire. The one to always tell her like it is, but come to her defense at the drop of a hat. Her best friend. Shh don't tell him that. The two of them brought out the best in each other, and when it came to facing the world they’d never be alone. When they were 8 the family packed up and moved to Tokyo and here is where life truly began for the two of them. With Keziah's infatuation with volleyball taking flight it was only a matter of time before he was dragging her into something new and exciting. Once she was hooked she was hooked. Practicing haphazardly in the yard, Keziah setting and tossing and her trying to perfect the powerful delivery of a well timed spike. And from there history was written. In middle school they were stars, King and Queen of their respective courts. While the sport brought about a new vigor in her brother it only served to enhance her already outgoing nature. Koren was the morale booster, a force to be reckoned with, the loudest on the court and off - if she were ever so unlucky. The competitive nature in her was sated so long as everyone was enjoying the game and having fun and she win, of course Never one to shy away from something because of it's difficulty Koren often times found herself in the company of others who may not always appreciate her intense presence. Koren was in her element and her love for the sport only increased with every game. The family relocated again to Australia after middle school, much to the twins displeasure; though to Koren she was looking forward to a new adventure. After a particularly wild summer the twins are being shipped off to America to finish the rest of their schooling at some boarding school or something. Oops...

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x x When Soleil was born it was a cause for commotion. Model Gisele Toussaint was at the height of her career when she attended an after party during Fashion Week in Milan, there she met with Nathanael Bishop. And the rest they say is history. They had a tumultuous relationship. Ups and downs abound. Abuse in all forms took root within their lives and manifested from little inconveniences to heavy substance abuse. It wasn't long before Gisele found herself pregnant and instead of having an abortion, like they had planned, they kept the baby. Being born of two junkies wasn't ideal. For any parties involved. What made it worse was that at the ripe age of three Soleil was used as a bargaining chip in order to gain more money from her maternal grandparents in order to fund a drug habit and was "missing" for nearly five days. When Isidora & River Toussaint discovered what exactly was going on and that their daughter and her boyfriend were up to, they removed Soleil from the environment immediately and took custody of her. Gisele was in a cushy rehab facility that took care of her in all the right ways. Including feeding that nasty habit of hers. And when they finally ceased, Gisele went off the rails, committing suicide. Soleil didn't know hardly anything of her mother growing up. Aside from the small fragmented memories and small burn marks that dot her forearms and inside thighs she has from when she was much, much younger. Growing up under the care and tutelage of her grandparents has been like a dream. Isidora Simone Laveau - Toussaint was also a model in her prime and now consults for fashion shows while her River Toussaint is still creating wonderful masterpieces to be worn on mortal flesh around the world. Learning from the best, Sol has been on a straight shot to greatness. Plucked and tutored and molded into perfection to follow in their footsteps. It's what she wants. She's damn good at it. But there is that pesky itch that gnaws at her every so often. Calling her to take another hit. Another pill. Another tab. It's not a problem. She can stop any time she wants too. Just... not right now.

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FELIX HAHN ッ

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𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁 𝓗𝓪𝓱𝓷

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𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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x x Hahn Taeyeon, better known as Felix - easier to stomach on a dossier at a conference than his birth name he s'pposes. Second son of a large industrial chaebol, and not in direct line to inherit any of the responsibilities that come with the wealth save for the family name. Having an older brother to shoulder the brunt of the expectations has afforded him a life of luxury sans stress where his parents let him get away with most of anything turning him into quite the troublemaker. Always one to test the boundaries and push his luck but ever so clever as to dodge any of the consequences. For a time. Felix has always wielded a better head for business and knowledge than his brother, though wasn't deemed fit to take charge at the time. With the head of the company; and family, getting up in age and his brother getting bolder with his wild ideas, it seems as though Felix will be kept close to the breast in all endeavors moving forward. He doesn't mind. Not really. It's just another tool in his arsenal that will propel him and his future to bigger and better opportunities. Unless something unexpected were to be thrown into the mix. Say, a blast from his past?

@hahnsome

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𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗫 𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗡

@hahnsome

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_{@hahnsome 𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡...}

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_{@hahnsome 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗔 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧...}

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_{@hahnsome 𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡...}

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_{@hahnsome 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗...}

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_{@hahnsome 𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡...}

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_{@hahnsome 𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡...}

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_{@hahnsome 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗...}

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【 Spy High 】

ｓｐｌａｔｔｅｒ

_{ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ}

ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

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_{"One of the bombs is down. I'm going to investigate...}

Binx had to mentally curse about one of her charges being disposed of, however it gave them knowledge to someone's location. A trade-off in her book. Listening for any other sounds going on around her Binx came to find that there was none. Strange in it of itself. There should be at least Adam thunder-footing around somewhere but she couldn't even hear him. Something seemed off. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled in anticipation. There was a slight change to the atmosphere around her that wasn't attributed to the environment she found herself in. Someone was going to come crawling through vents. It was only smart seeing as they had two, three if Kingfisher was included, who could easily traverse above the rooms without being spotted. And if Binx was honest, it would be difficult to place their exact locations with how silent they could be. Though with the amount of charges placed in the vent systems it would be difficult for them to diffuse them without them going off. Hairpin triggers make for better messes.

There was too much radio silence for Binx' liking, opting to provide some commentary to her teammates, all of which just included her making random noises and complaining about how bored she was. Nothing of true substance. Nothing of importance. But it was enough to cut the edge that they were all undoubtedly experiencing. Seeing as how no one took her advice about funneling the enemy towards them and instead felt the need to go off on their own. She rolled her eyes so hard she gave herself a headache. _{'This is why we fucked up last mission... does anyone wanna listen to me? Nooooooo. What does bomb girl know. Imma senior for a fuckin' reason...'} Looking over to her left she spotted the observer cam passed to her by Nightstalker, "Best put it on, won't do no harm." Once it was in place and on, the gear made a soft whirring noise as it kicked on. Anyone with some EMPs would easily take out the hardware and that would leave their own sniper at a disadvantage. Binx shrugged at the thought. It wasn't gonna do the opposition any good anyways. If everything went according to plan then they would have enough time to get the bomb to detonate without issues.

Speaking of which, as she sat and waited the Texan had had enough time to go through and observe the package they had been given. No doubt as soon as she armed it it would announce her presence to the others. Enemy and friendly alike. That was fine. She had enough charges to provide a buffer before the others could come and regroup. Just need to detonate one. Upon opening the bag she took notice of all the contents. Instructions be damned as they were in German, her mind drifting over to Erik - probably in a perch - a smug grin on his face taunting her about her lack of his language. "Well, HAH, jokes on you dude..." the mutterings of a woman at work passed under her breath as she dug around the contents, glancing at the hardware before connecting wires she pulled from her bag from the timer to the choke and lever. Once satisfied it was as simple as fiddling with the lever and choke before beeps went off, signalling it was now live. As she pulled the black lever back up, "I speak bomb."

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_{mentions @Blizz}

「ʜɪɢʜ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ」♔ ♕ 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞

ayyy the gang gang's here

【 Spy High 】

𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕞

_{ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ}

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ

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Time seemed to fly out the window as soon as Binx stepped foot back into the RND lab after that botched mission in Mali. Having situated herself at the workstation she aptly dubbed as her own, complete with stickers and labels informing anyone otherwise, digging herself in and not planning to resurface to the main world for anything. Agent Stanley, her own personal guardian and handler had other plans and kicked her out three days into her work, only for her to return a few days later.

The disturbing flashes and beeps emanating from the watch she was forced to wear, pulled her from her work related revere. After acknowledging the '𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘' and promptly ignoring it did she catch a glance at the time. With a roll of her eyes, Binx was grabbing her jacket off the back of the lab chair she had been swiveling around in in the RND department and shoveling the prototypes she had been working on into her bag she was headed out the door, throwing a "See ya," over her shoulders back towards Professor MacMahon.

It wasn't long before Binx found herself standing among the others, hardly paying attention until Ben got shot. Something about an exercise to get them to perform better than they did in Mali — which was a complete shit show in it's own right. When everyone was dismissed Binx checked the package thrown to her inspecting the bomb for a make and model. Clearly not something she created herself. Specifically picked out for this exercise. A roll of her eyes and a hand through her messy hair she looked to the others. Nightstalker already dipped out of there after throwing something to Honey.

"I should be back in the lab fine tuning a shrapnel discharge, instead I'm here playin' sitter," there was no hiding the annoyance in her tone and she made no notion to conceal her volume level. Glancing around at her teammates, the ones that were still present at least, she took note that none were the leadership type and sighed. They were just gonna mess everything up. Another roll of her eyes and she stalked up to the lot of 'em slinging the package over her shoulder with ease and cocking a hip out to distribute the weight. "Aiight, looky here. Comms are live, 'Stalker listen in too." At the attention she gained she delved into a plan that should work should everyone listen and do their parts correctly.

"I ain't about to spend the rest of my Saturday cleaning up paint out the cracks of fuckin' stick on tile. Y'all follow through with the plan and shit goes smoothly. If somethin' comes along and fucks up the plan, wing it til they're on the ground askin' for mercy," Binx barked through the comms as she resituated the bags on her back. This was not how the Texan saw how her Saturday going as she climbed up the staircase of the interior, vaulting over small piles of debris left in the wake of evacuation of the building so long ago. Scanning the area provided her with a number of hiding spots to place the package, however they would be left open and vulnerable to deactivation. Not the best for her and her limited CQC. Unsure of exactly how much time was given to them to she went the safer route and assumed it was around five minutes. In that time she was able to place some modified paint claymore in the ventilation systems to counter any and all agents who decided it was best to sneak around above the rooms. Even placed some at the entrances of each stairwell as well as the entry into the building itself. All levels she could counter, she did. The best course of action for her now, was to establish a funnel and have them come to her. So, with the remaining time left Binx set to work blocking off any entry points into the center room on the second floor kitchen. Tiled walls provided a bit more stability than sheetrock alone and she was able to overturn the tables to act as additional barricades.

Stepping back wiping the sweat from her brow she admired the handiwork. It was no bunker, but it would do for now. Pulling the shotgun she snatched from the back of the van she situated herself between the wall and the fridge, pressing into the earpiece she wore in order to relay information to the team, "Hunkered down, second floor kitchen. Got discharges placed throughout the floors so, mind your step." A laugh escaped her at the thought of them setting 'em off. The comms were extremely quiet, something that irked her. Well, she did her part. Now all she had to do was wait.

_{𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.}

【 Spy High 】

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃

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𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙳𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙺𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚃 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗫 '𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗫' 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: 𝟭𝟭.𝟮𝟰.𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟯 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗧𝗫, 𝗨𝗦𝗔 𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈: 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙶𝙴: 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝗙𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈: 𝗕𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚂: 𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗫, 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡, 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗧 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙴: 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗥 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚂: 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙽𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁: 𝚁𝟷𝟾𝟹𝟷𝟸𝟺 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁: 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝙴𝚈𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁: 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘-𝗛𝗔𝗭𝗘𝗟	𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃: 𝟱'𝟳" 𝚆𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃: 𝟭𝟰𝟳 𝗟𝗕𝗦.

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𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 has averaged out at a height of women her age. Banana shaped and slim figured, oft times societally targeted as too boyish. Slim shoulders and hips, flat belly, makes for infiltrating narrow spaces easy. Not an issue for her to maintain low weight and although she is on the thinner side that does not exclude her from sporting and athletic prowess and toned extremities. Crooked smile that exudes a goofy attitude. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 [𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱] highly suggests to keep an eye out for any behavioral problems emanating from this one and to report to him on such findings. ‘Guernica Painting’ tattoo on her right forearm' the tattoo is a black rectangle with an eye in the negative space, center of the eye is a light bulb. 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗗𝗘 suggests the use of state-of-the-art makeup to cover it up.

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𝙶𝙾𝙰𝙻𝚂: xxxxxxxxxxxxxx	𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 has expressed the desire to fully immerse herself in the knowledge, construction, deployment and defusing of bombs of all makes and types. Espeically those of the homemade, exotic variety.

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𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 is the quintessential mold for no mold. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 doesn't know how to state her opinions in a tactful way, much like how she approaches most things. Tactful and forethought isn't something 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 holds a high score in in her repertoire. However, because of her lack of tact 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 is someone who approaches all situations head on and honestly. Not one to pull punches in a time of crisis, even is she was the reason for said crisis. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 approaches all things with the same level of curiosity and enthusiasm. A driven individual, it is oft times difficult to get 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 to comply with orders and suggestions. Let it be known that 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 has an issue with authority figureheads. Typically resulting in behavioral issues; most often placed in the category of disruption. We have found this to be both helpful and hindering. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 [𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱] has instructed to give her the freedom she desires while also guiding her outlets towards goals that benefit PROM. and our missions. The surest way to chase 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 off is to force constraints onto her and expect her to blindly follow. If 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 were ever feel that that freedom is limited, or worse denied, there is no doubt that she would defect. Should she refuse anymore direct orders from 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 [𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱] or any other superior, it would go against 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 resulting in removal from field work and placed in the archives for ___ week(s). To be noted; 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 is to be monitored for psyche evaluations and scans regularly - especially after every encounter with physically jarring incidents. New information has surfaced about her familial code where [𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱] could pose a problem, should she show signs. The tests are necessary. Something to keep an eye on. Offer up challenges for 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡. This works phenomenally to keep her engaged in work and other tedious tasks. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 takes is a personal offense should she fail to complete a problem handed to her specifically. Expect a lot of damage done in the meantime. It is part of the process with which 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 works through and with. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡's magnetic personality isn't suited for the life of stealth based covert operations, though it fits in perfectly in the realm of 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟. Her cover is maintained and there are none who would suspect the loud, rambunctious and heated Texas native is an explosive technician.

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• 𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗠. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 has shown a remarkable mastery in the improvision, construction and designing explosives and other destructive devices. • 𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗘𝗥. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 possesses the talent and skill of disassembling and reassembling tools and other weapons - not just of the detonating variety. In her down time she can be found in the lab with the R&R team tinkering away, figuring out how it works and trying to create something better than it was. • 𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡. Tenacious and enthusiastic, 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 possesses the ability to learn quickly and on the fly and does best when under some sort of time limit. Pushing her to her limits challenges her and therefore one is able to pull more talent and production from her. • 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣. To compensate for limited hand-to-hand combat skills, 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 has been trained rigorously in firearms. Rifles seem to come a little easier for her than others. • 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗗 𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗘. A native Texan, as well as having parents who graduated from the 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗗𝗘 program gives 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 an upper hand compared to other agents.

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• 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗨𝗟𝗧. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 has shown that consequences for her actions mean little to nothing. Giving them barely a thought, nor does she seem particularly concerned in the wake of destruction she tends to leave behind. [Act first, think it through later.] • 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗠𝗦. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 is extremely proud of where she comes from. [𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡: 'The wildlife, the locals, the traditions. Hell, I even know where in Swindon the best place to get BBQ is at. Hint, it ain't in Swindon.' — please note, 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 [𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱] did not ask for her input.] That's it. • 𝗕𝗜𝗣. Due to the behavioral disruptive issues 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 experiences, she is placed on a 𝗕𝗜𝗣 (behavioral intervention plan) in order to help keep her focused and on track with her missions and daily activities. There are consequences for not meeting her goals and there are rewards for when she does. So far it has proved adequate for the likes of 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡. • 𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗡. It has been noted by many other agents (both current and past) that although 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 is a valuable asset to the agency, it shouldn't be overlooked that she is quite the noise maker. Rambunctious and brash, 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 can rub others the wrong way. Not for any other reason than because she has no regard for personal space. Something to keep in mind when placing her in teams. • 𝗙𝗜𝗫𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡. It is no surprise that when 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 sets to work on something that she works on it til she sees it to it's completion. Because of that 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 can be classified as someone who fixates to an unhealthy degree on tasks. Often times she has had to be forced to rest for health concerns. Especially those related to [𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱]. If 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 is spotted working on something, make note to check in on her every few hours. 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 allow 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 to work on something longer than _𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦_ unless with a written slip from a commanding agent.

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• 𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗥𝗢 𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗟. Remote detonation C4 explosive. • 𝗘𝗢𝗗 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗥. Solves the problem of how to hang a carabiner or break away pulley while conducting remote pulls. • 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗦. Offensive, Illuminating, Chemical, Non-Lethal & Fragmentation. Housing anywhere from nitroglycerin or grain dust, to nails and other shrapnel types of materials. Most of which are handmade with her signature on every one of 'em. • 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘. Vials and canisters, color coded and labeled with symbols, that house different types of volatile liquids.

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𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡, a native of 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗧𝗫 and officially known as 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗫 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡, opting for the nickname '𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗫' is the only child born to former 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠 agents 𝗥𝗜𝗣 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 and 𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗛 (𝗡𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗘) 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡, both of whom graduated out of 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗗𝗘 with exceeding remarks and wins under their belt. Since their graduation they have continued their work in the form of mercenaries for hire; home life and work bleeding into one another. Bringing 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 into the world was a bold move for two trained spies. A move they never planned on seeing through to the end. 𝗥𝗜𝗣 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 has continued with his marksmen skill, contributing his services to those with the most to offer, while 𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗛 (𝗡𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗘) 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 took to perfecting her explosive and detonation skills. According to old records still on file, that was a skill she lacked the most. It seems that 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 has taken a shine to her mother's craft and therefore far exceeds 𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗛 (𝗡𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗘) 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡's talents. Both former agents have been listed as volatile and abrasive, often times were seen taking their actions too far. This was clearly observed in the relationship through the years. Unmarked tails believed their natures to have changed once they discovered they were to be parents and for a time after 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡's birth it seemed as if they had. Their strong personalities seem to be genetic seeing as how wild and headstrong 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 turned out to be. There hardly was a time when 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 wasn't in trouble for something or another. Getting dragged back home in the back of a cop car or butting heads with her parents to the point that there were battle scars to take away from it all. Fights are commonplace within the 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 household, nothing that required agents to step in until the night of 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗘 𝟭𝟭, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟱. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 returned home from a field trip with the other 6th-7th graders to a fight between parents. Before the agents stationed outside could intervene in time, there was a loud commotion coming from the backside of the home where 𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗛 (𝗡𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗘) 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 conducted her tests. Aside from scraps and bruising, 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 seemed safe. No other physical wounds were located on the body. However 𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗛 (𝗡𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗘) 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 and 𝗥𝗜𝗣 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 took the brunt of the force. 𝗥𝗜𝗣 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 was pronounced DOA when transported to the nearest hospital, 𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗛 (𝗡𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗘) 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 is currently admitted to a 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗗𝗘 exclusive facility to house and treat current and ex-agents. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 [𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱] has been placed on 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡's case, tasked with her care and well being and informing on her progress to chain of command. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡's personal handler. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 [𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱] notes: "𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡'𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚗 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗘 𝟭𝟭, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟱. 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 (𝟷) 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 (𝟸) 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑." In a recent psychological evaluation on 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 it was noted that [she is]: "𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚅𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 '𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙'. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕-𝚖𝚊𝚢-𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘, 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗. 𝙻𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛."

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ERIK SCHÄFER | WAHRHEIT

𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚐-𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡' 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲: ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭: ▅▅▅▅▅

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YUTO SHITANAGA | LANCER

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌, 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 "𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜". 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜. 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲: ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭: ▅▅▅▅▅

▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅	ALICE CRAWFORD | NIGHTSTALKER
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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅	HONEY EMERSON | HEMLOCK
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OLIVER WOODS | STATIC

𝙰𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎, 𝟷. 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸. 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎? 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲: ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭: ▅▅▅▅▅

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BEN MCBRIDE | KINGFISHER

𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜. 𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙻𝚘𝚞𝚍, 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑, 𝚘𝚋𝚗𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜. 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝, 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. "𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝." 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲: ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭: ▅▅▅▅▅

▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅	EMILY HAYES | BUG
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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅	VANESSA LUCERO | NOX
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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅	ADAM SHAW | ASTER
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CARMEN HERNANDEZ | BABEL

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕'𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗; "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝙽𝙾 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎, 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚐." 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚜 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚢.𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜; 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚝. 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡, 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 '𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎'. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜. "𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗' '𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝟸 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗' 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏." 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲: ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭: ▅▅▅▅▅