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    Up close, she could see the subtle tension lock into him. The set of his jaw sharpened, teeth pressing together beneath the faint shadow of brassy stubble. The muscles in his forearm flexed as he adjusted his grip on Churchbell, veins standing out beneath scarred, freckled skin as he steadied the barrel against the crate’s edge. He didn’t brace the rifle so much as rest it there, trusting his own balance more than the cover.
    “Another laser turret,” he said softer, peering through the scope. “Cute.”
    The protectron’s footsteps clanked closer, metal joints whining with each step, but Deacon didn’t rush. He took his time, breathing slow and even, shoulders barely rising. This was a keen difference between the two of them, a skill she hadn’t mastered yet – not accuracy, but patience. In knowing how long you could afford to wait before the threat clocked you.
    The gap between the lenses of his sunglasses caught the vault’s flickering light, and for just a second she could see his eyes.
    Focused. Sharp. Pale blue and utterly unflinching. Cold.

    (It's the Hole in the Wall quest now with more Deacon)

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