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“Haven’t you brought us here enough?!” Andrade ran for cover and snapped at her only squadmate, bullets whizzing past her head. The simulacrum assassin only let out an angered grunt, firing off a Silence bomb at Pathfinder as he hurdled through the air after Loba. With just enough time to pick up a Prowler from the floor, the two of them met the Marvin with a reciprocal hail of bullets. He fell just before he could land.
Last of his team, this left Loba and Revenant standing alone before the large signage of The Reverie. Eyeing it, her comment hung over them heavy. With a soft huff, she caught the Demon’s attention.
“You think we ever really left?” He scoffed, proceeding down the hall. She sneered at his back.
“What is that supposed to mean?!”
Ignoring her, the Demon disappeared around a corner. With a roll of her eyes, she followed. Once she caught up to him, the sim was checking the deathbox of Path’s teammate in the room within the center structure between the two buildings of Bonsai Plaza. They both knew exactly where they were.
“Never liked what they did to the place, don’t you?” A tone deep enough to drag gravel raked down Andrade’s sides. In the far distance, the Announcer called the first ring. They were in, and the thief expected the Demon’s usual gloat. It never came. Instead, he only proceeded to scour the room. Still incensed, Loba strode in, disrupting the silence with the solid clacking of her heels.
“If anyone keeps bringing us back here -it’s you. You started this.” Andrade growled, pointing to the ground of the retrofitted restaurant. This drew his ire, as he quickly turned and menacingly paced to meet her in the center of the room.
“Hammond started this. You refused to end it.”
Revenant loomed, but Andrade would not be moved. Shooting him a cool glance, she placed a hand on her hip.
“I don’t care.”
Gold eyes shone; fangs bared.
“It doesn’t matter.” She added spitefully.
The Demon broadened as metal plating flexed. Taking a bold step in, Loba jut her chin up in challenge. He scoffed, again.
“Oh girlie, you really should. Since you seem so set on having me ruin your life.”
The simulacrum vaguely threatened, coming to a complete standstill before her. Unnervingly still. Nostrils flaring, Loba pushed at his shoulder.
“You enjoyed it,” Loba hatefully spat at him, “You enjoyed every minute of it—Don’t deny that. That’s just who you are. A killer. You kill.”
Taking the shove, the sim didn’t move. As she finished, however, he let out a dark laugh.
“You’re right. I did,” The Demon intoned a grin, looming above her once more, “I loved seeing all of your terrified faces…” Instinctively, the thief took a step back. Seeing the opening, the Demon took another in, “… The panic in your parents’ eyes when they realized that they couldn’t save you, the way your daddy’s neck cracked in my hand…” Loba let out a grunt and raised her weapon, but he grabbed the barrel.
“—BUT I DIDN’T WANT IT,” With furious growl, Revenant yanked the gun and the thief toward him. Grabbing her wrists, he demanded she meet his inhuman gaze. When she tugged, he pulled back harder.
“I didn’t consent to kill your parents, Loba… I didn’t want any of this.”
Despite his hold, his deadpan fell off without heat. If anything, the sim sounded… defeated. It was enough to get Andrade to raise a brow, giving a tentative pull on her wrists. The moment was short lived however, as the Demon proceeded let out a pleased hum and tugged her in.
“Oh, but you do.”
Revenant leaned in, ducking his head down as if to kiss her, and Loba unwittingly gasped. Twisting in his grip, it didn’t give.
“You blew up a map to find me. You found my source code. You shot it into space.” He growled dangerously. Whatever fear that had begun to build was quickly shot out from beneath her.
“Yes,” Andrade hissed, smirk settling over her sneer. Slowly, she nodded.
“I want nothing more than to make you pay for what you’ve done. For all the people you’ve killed… because that’s what you do. You kill.”
She repeated with a newfound fury, gritting her teeth in disgust.
In their squabbling, they hadn’t heard the incoming team until it was too late. Dual grenades fired off from either end of the room, pinching them.
As Andrade fell to the floor, Sheila took off the sim’s left leg and arm. Collapsing beside the thief, she could hear him laughing.
“Until next time, girlie.”