Irina squeezed the trigger. Nothing. "The fuck?" she hissed, and pulled hard on the trigger. "Irina?" Mara glanced quickly over. "Sometime today?"
"It's fucking jammed!" Irina cried in dismay. Mara opened fire with Millie, but also began to back away. Those tentacles were long. "Back to the bus! Now!" Mara yelled, reaching out for Irina, who was still desperately trying to unjam the little mortar.
Agent Z3R0 (Formerly Pho)
2025-08-17 00:58:40 +0000 UTCJazz Mazz
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