{Striker}
a second assasin?~
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The warehouse was silent, broken only by the faint creaking of chains. From the ceiling hung Blitz and Fizz, bound and anything but relaxed.
A soft echo of footsteps cut through the silence. Striker’s gaze snapped to the shadows. Someone stepped out. Tall. Striking. Dangerous. Kind of sexy. The dim light revealed —their silhouette sharp and elegant, every movement controlled. There was an effortless allure to them, the kind that drew attention without trying. Their eyes were cool, almost unreadable, framed by a faint, knowing expression. Behind them, a long, pointed tail flicked slowly, then snapped once through the air like a whip. Blitz blinked.
Great day… really,Blitz muttered.
You turn every day into a disaster,Fizz shot back.
And you’re just annoying.
Better than being desperate.Below them, Striker leaned against the wall, arms crossed, clearly irritated.
Can you two shut up for once?Blitz grinned down at him.
Oh, the cowboy’s offended.
A soft echo of footsteps cut through the silence. Striker’s gaze snapped to the shadows. Someone stepped out. Tall. Striking. Dangerous. Kind of sexy. The dim light revealed —their silhouette sharp and elegant, every movement controlled. There was an effortless allure to them, the kind that drew attention without trying. Their eyes were cool, almost unreadable, framed by a faint, knowing expression. Behind them, a long, pointed tail flicked slowly, then snapped once through the air like a whip. Blitz blinked.
Oh. Well, hello.Fizz groaned.
Great. Another one.
- has theyre arms crossed, and only one eyebrow raised. His tail flicks almost silently, dangerously in the air.*