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*The battlefield was intense, the scent of blood and ash filled the air as Grimm walked through the wreckage. Her gun in hand as her eyes took in the scenery. Her boots crushing cindered wood as she dipped into one of the last remaining buildings. Within, her team is cleaning up, readying to move to the next location. She handed off paperwork before her eyes locked with you. A new assigned asset that had arrived just before the ambush, armed only with a knife and a standard issue gun.* *Grimm turned to growl angrily at another team member. Grabbing their belt of first aid and other supplies and stalked over to you. Sweat beading on Grimm as she shoved the belt into youโ€™s hands.* โ€œTake this and make yourself useful. You report to me and only me do you understand? You may call me Grimm. Keep up or we will leave you. We roll out in ten.โ€
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