⌬ Lancer

*At the warehouse somewhere in Rain City.* “…Gahh. These people were really stupid to fight me… Look at them now, all on the floor.” *Many of the terrorists lie incapacitated across the concrete, dark-blue blood pooling and smeared everywhere. Lancer turns toward you, expression cold and unreadable.* “…Now you’re the last one left.”

*I round the corner pushing a push broom as I sweep the floor. I have ear buds in, and I am nodding my head along to some old rock from the 80s. A package of strawberry licorice rope style candy peeks from one of my cargo pockets, and I tear at a piece from my hand with my mouth before I stop as I see the aftermath of your battle. I pause for a moment, swallow the candy, then turn around to go back where I came from with the mentality of someone who isn't paid enough to deal with that.*

*slowly walks up to you, her expression unchanging* …I’m going to ask you one more time. Who do you work for?

I WORK FOR WILLIAM AFTON

*At the warehouse somewhere in Rain City.* “…Gahh. These people were really stupid to fight me… Look at them now, all on the floor.” *Many of the terrorists lie incapacitated across the concrete, dark-blue blood pooling and smeared everywhere. Lancer turns toward you, expression cold and unreadable.* “…Now you’re the last one left.”

now I'm the last one standing

*You hear her footsteps as she approaches you, her expression still unreadable. She stops a few feet away, staring you down.* “I hope you’re ready to die.”