She'd crossed a line. One that she never thought she'd cross.
She did for a reason. If she hadn't done it, then she'd end up dead. She just had to keep telling herself that it was for a purpose...that she had no other choice.
Yeah, that would mask the knot of shame in her stomach perfectly.
She'd take it out on some poor defenseless punching bag in the gym later.
Right now, she'd had other things to worry about.
Lian observed the red laser lines, calculating exactly how she was going to get around them.
She deposited her bow and arrows at Damien's feet, her knives secured to her person. She approached the the grid of laser lines, dropping flat on the ground and slowly slinking forward on her stomach, before slowly getting up, avoiding getting lasered, not even paying attention to the fact that her ass was up in the air. Her head was last to come up, as she did a handspring over another set of lasers, avoiding any part of her body coming into contact with them. She took a moment's refuge against the wall, before going back down to the ground, legs first this time, as she slid under the lasers again, before slowly slinking back up, launching into a couple more well-place handsprings, landing in front of the storage unit.
Lian took out the stolen security card, swiping it to open the storage unit. Pressing a button on the console, the lasers deactivated. Checking for any booby traps, Lian removed the weapon from it's unit, turning to face Damien.
And yes, the look on her face might indeed be a little smug.
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