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cassidy
dead man walking [m]
POSTED ON Jun 17, 2024 6:47:53 GMT
in the league's eyes, there was no innocent rocket. that much, she thinks, is something they can agree on. there was no redemption for them either, and for many, prison would be a rocket's last stop.
but hopefully it was not the case for this target—elio delarosa, a rather high ranking researcher who, as with most of his colleagues, conducted morally dubious experiments. rockets do not normally go through such lengths to break out prisoners, but this particular target had sensitive information, and it was their job to ensure that it stayed out of league's hands by any means necessary.
what was interesting about this mission though, was not the means of which they accomplished it, but the person that accompanied her. the quinn's other half; cillian.
underboss.
no less terrifying than tempest quinn—in fact, he had more power and leverage than his counterpart. but in the least, cassidy found herself somewhat comforted by cillian's straightforwardness, and that he speaks with his words worth its weight in gold, ever concise. what she saw is what she received. in a sense, that could also be a flaw; for he was a recognized and wanted criminal. there are multiple ways to accomplish this mission, not all equal.
standing just on the outskirts of the prison, she quietly considers all of them, and asks, "how would you go about this, sir?"
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