"You're right, someone might be listening in," she popped back and smirked. Though really, if they could bring down this butcher? Val would drag the rotting corpse through every bean counter's office until there were some upgrades, asap. She nodded in exasperation and handed back the flashlight.
"Back of head first, and little bruising to the rest of the body, not much struggle expected when he takes them down. You keep checking behind you as well," she agreed and took a breath. Willing oneself to be bait was never an easy trick, but he wouldn't bite if they looked too obviously here on a mission. "Too late to call back up, huh?"
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