[It's like a sixth sense, her intuition - she's sure of it.
In truth, it's obsession. Entirely in her head and as driven as any addict out there dropping more change on some dismal, distant street corner. But does it really make a difference when the results speak for themselves?]
Besides, they're not exactly slowing down. Better to get what we can before they've got security on lock down.
[Which won't be long now. Not if they keep this up— which, of course, she plans to. Her eyes drift downwards to the lip of his shirt where it's soaked with faded blood when he comes back out, collar tinged a faintly glowing pink.]
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[It's like a sixth sense, her intuition - she's sure of it.
In truth, it's obsession. Entirely in her head and as driven as any addict out there dropping more change on some dismal, distant street corner. But does it really make a difference when the results speak for themselves?]
Besides, they're not exactly slowing down. Better to get what we can before they've got security on lock down.
[Which won't be long now. Not if they keep this up— which, of course, she plans to. Her eyes drift downwards to the lip of his shirt where it's soaked with faded blood when he comes back out, collar tinged a faintly glowing pink.]
You erase the camera feed like I asked?