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"Other than cartoonishly ugly rats, it was nice to get some sea breeze in. We'll have to come back here outside of work sometime," Zo replied with a warm smile to JJ. The warm expression she wore was equally for outward appearance as it was to convince herself that all was still well and...
It's the nature of the line of work. If she can prevent it, she will, but she acknowledges that not everyone can make it to retirement. "Retirement" was what her fellow aviators called the end of their tour of duty.
Zo's hair is *kinda* close to blonde, but she is wearing a helmet.
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Zofia had seen some fucked up shit before. A fraction of it was through the thermal imaging camera of her warplane's detection suite, which left only dehumanized flashes of white hot and plumes of black cold to view after a missile strike. The majority of the fucked up shit she had the...
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Zofia locked open her helmet's titanium and ballistic glass visor to get a better look at Red. Sure as shit he was still in one piece, and for falling from the lower troposphere, he didn't look too roughed up. Despite the four graves he had dug himself in the sand, Zofia was confident...
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"This hand goes here."
"And this one goes here."
Fingers danced across the keys of bone and soot; the music was beautiful. In another life, Zofia spoke her soul through a Steinway. However--
ракета ракета ракета
<<missile missile missile>>
The cargoplane's automated combat...
1. "Hmh? Oh blin, is this a test? I received orders, and I follow them. My orders are to provide reconnaissance for other agents and intervene as necessary for this operation."
2. "Zodiac sign? Ah, year of the Horse. Oh, not that zodiac sign? I'm not sure, sorry."
3. "It's embarrassing to say...
I imagined that she had a flight suit of some sort, maybe thermally lined. That, and a sealed flight helmet if the job calls for it.
Orbital dropkicks are in order.