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she sat at the bar, listing the glass to her lips as her eyes flicked around the bar. whale she was technically no longer on the run — — for the most part, things had died down. hunter left. all was good for her to go back if she WANTED — — she was still a spy. she still had to be aware of her surroundings. had to be careful. maybe she was being paranoid ( she did dye her hair dark after the last mission she completed a week ago, to make sure she wasn’t recognized ) but she could practically feel like someone was looking at her. she put her glass down as she heard foot steps come toward her, and she spun in the bar seat.

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