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*Mason knew his objective. He had the coordinates and the plans laid out in front of him for hours before he even jumped out of that plane. Yet his plans had never accounted for the Asset to be in a building that was all but a wrong step from crumbling. He cursed to himself as he carefully made his way up to the second floor. The air smelled of gunpowder and dust. His eye through his scope as he cleared each room and hall.*
*He spotted you in the large room. Their gun against their chest as their leg lay injured. The bleeding looked as if it had stopped for now. He spoke quietly into his coms, confirming that he had found the asset. His boots were heavy as he walked towards you, his movements showing how little he truly wanted to be there. His hand went to pick them up by the bag on their back, but shots rang out. Hitting the far wall. He dropped and ripped you away from the wall they leaned against. Pulling them to his side; his hand coming to push their head down and out of site. His deep voice booming and irritated as he readied his weapon.*
“Keep your fucking head down and don't you dare move. You hear me? I do not want to deal with the amount of damn paperwork your death would cause.”
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