[Time stutters like a bad film reel. The only things that stick in memory are the oddest sensations: the rank taste of mildew on the back of the throat when inhaling, the distant echoing drip of water in the subway tunnels, the itch of sweat down the back of her neck. Lindianne moves alongside the SEALs, eyes fixed forward even as ISAC feeds her information. The only response to Faye's message is a quick key of the radio. The world narrows to what's directly in front of her.]
[The building has seen better days. Most of New York has, but this particular spot seems to have suffered a bit more. It squats in the darkness like a hateful creature. The only sign of life is a light flickering dimly up on the second floor. Lindianne's left her rifle behind; indoor sightlines play havoc for snipers. The MP5 she cradles in her hands is enough to see this done. There are zipties in her pack and a first-aid kit at her side. That's enough.]
[It feels like a split-second before they're in the building. And if outdoors is dark, this place is an abyss. She pauses at the first door. Gestures. Nudges it ever so-carefully open, ISAC feeding stats to her contact lenses-]
[-And the second she sees the figure just inside the doorway, she lunges.]
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[The building has seen better days. Most of New York has, but this particular spot seems to have suffered a bit more. It squats in the darkness like a hateful creature. The only sign of life is a light flickering dimly up on the second floor. Lindianne's left her rifle behind; indoor sightlines play havoc for snipers. The MP5 she cradles in her hands is enough to see this done. There are zipties in her pack and a first-aid kit at her side. That's enough.]
[It feels like a split-second before they're in the building. And if outdoors is dark, this place is an abyss. She pauses at the first door. Gestures. Nudges it ever so-carefully open, ISAC feeding stats to her contact lenses-]
[-And the second she sees the figure just inside the doorway, she lunges.]