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Bloody SpiesAs the Red Sniper ambled by, the Spy shot him a little grin, the one that softly curves up on one side that (in his experience) tended to induce a pleasant sense of security. The Sniper just flashed back that disapproving scowl of his and kept on his way. The Spy chuckled to himself, taking one more drag on his cigarette before tossing it to the ground, casually stomping it out as he straightened and stepped away from the wall. He took a moment to tug out the slight wrinkles in his deep crimson suit and straighten his blood-red tie, allowing the Sniper to get a little further down the hallway, before he started after him.More Like This
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