Frances sprinted along hallways, trying to keep her senses open for any booby traps to slow them down as she tapped her ear piece. Hawkeye to the rest, where is everyone? I'm heard a gunshot and I'm hoping it's us nailing a bad guy. She took the stairs two at a time, wondering why evil lairs rarely had useful elevators.
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