[A year and a half from now, drowning in the sweltering heat of a DC summer, Lindianne will watch Andre Larson vanish into the Dark Zone and understand just what can make an agent of the Division crack.]
[-she doesn't move this time. No reckless headlong charge into the killzone. No cheating death. She stacks up behind Voodoo, MP5 trained up the stairwell alongside the others. Dried blood flakes from her knuckles as she shifts her grip. She glances askance at Mother. Then, just as quickly, her eyes dart forward.]
[Oh yeah. She's in the doghouse, all right.]
[Her voice is a barely-perceptible murmur in the rancid air.]
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[-she doesn't move this time. No reckless headlong charge into the killzone. No cheating death. She stacks up behind Voodoo, MP5 trained up the stairwell alongside the others. Dried blood flakes from her knuckles as she shifts her grip. She glances askance at Mother. Then, just as quickly, her eyes dart forward.]
[Oh yeah. She's in the doghouse, all right.]
[Her voice is a barely-perceptible murmur in the rancid air.]
On your go, Mother.
[The chain of command is restored.]