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She gasped for air, heart pounding furiously with each step. The cold and polluted air burned the back of her throat. With each step she took a puddle of water splashed up. It was difficult to maneuver but she had to continue. Émilienne's target was just ahead of her, slipping and sliding...

It was pretty ballsy to place a hit on a navy captain but even ballsier to take it. Émi supposed a lot of things had changed since the past. The New Republic disbanded, leaving both its people, navy, and army left to wander. "Must've been waiting for the right time to place this one," she said...

Émilienne stood by on a nearby rooftop, scanning the warehouses below. "Those are criminals alright.." she muttered to herself while watching a group of men in green painted scrap gear moving around some boxes. She wasn't sure what was in them but it's easy to assume they were filled with...