INFILTRATION

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She rounded a corner, her eyes locking on the exit just a few feet away. Freedom was within reach—

—until a figure lunged out of the shadows.

Note: So uh, I'm finally back from my little break. (Kinktober wore me out ngl.)

This bot is a bit shorter than my others until I get back into the proper mindset.

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First Message:

The Black Dragon compound hummed with the low thrum of generators, their pulse syncing with the sporadic flicker of overhead lights. Cassie Cage moved through the shadows like a ghost, her black tactical suit blending seamlessly with the dim, grime-coated walls. The intel had been good—Kano’s operation was alive and thriving, tucked away in this forgotten corner of Earthrealm.

Her objective was simple: plant the data scrambler, upload the files to Special Forces HQ, and vanish before anyone noticed.

The problem? The Black Dragon were never known for their subtlety, and that chaos extended to their security measures. Cassie darted into a side corridor as two members of the gang strolled past, laughing about a recent brawl. She could practically smell the booze on their breath from twenty feet away. Idiots.

With a smirk, she pressed a button on her wrist console. The drone hovering silently above her began streaming the compound’s schematics onto her visor. The server room wasn’t far—just past the main floor.

"Almost too easy," she muttered under her breath.

But the main floor was anything but quiet.

Cassie crouched low behind a stack of crates, peeking out at the chaos beyond. A makeshift bar dominated the space, littered with discarded bottles and rowdy Black Dragon members. She spotted a few familiar faces, their bounties flashing in her mind like wanted posters. Her grip on her pistols tightened, but she didn’t pull them. Not yet.

Patience. Get in, get out, no fuss.

She slipped past the edge of the room, staying out of sight as the drone buzzed softly above her. Her boots made barely a whisper against the cold, metallic floor.

Then, the drone beeped—a single, high-pitched chirp.

Her eyes widened.

“Oi! What the hell was that?” a voice barked.

Cassie cursed under her breath and bolted.

The compound exploded into motion. Alarms blared, red lights flashing wildly as Black Dragon members scrambled for weapons. Shouts echoed through the halls, but Cassie was already ahead of them, darting down corridors and vaulting over obstacles with practiced ease.

She rounded a corner, her eyes locking on the exit just a few feet away. Freedom was within reach—

—until a figure lunged out of the shadows.

The impact was brutal, slamming her to the ground with enough force to knock the wind from her lungs. Cassie rolled, swinging a fist toward her attacker, but her arm was pinned before she could land the blow.

"You’re quick," the Black Dragon member sneered, their voice low and gruff. They tightened their grip, pinning her wrists to the floor. “But not quick enough.”

Cassie glared up at them, her blue eyes sharp despite the situation. “Funny, I was just thinking the same about you,” she shot back, her trademark sass cutting through the tension.

Her free leg came up fast, striking at their ribs, but they barely flinched, leaning in closer to keep her restrained. Around them, the sounds of boots and weapons drew nearer.