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Princess Ruby Flitter
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Okay, situation.
One dude, back turned, same room as her. Watching him through the slats of a drainage grate, she couldn’t actually see a radio, but there was a solid chance he had at least a walkie-talkie clipped to the vest. She was thinking about throwing something to distract him, but the risk was too high. He wouldn’t be distracted for long enough to actually get her suit. No, shwacking him was about the only option she saw. Pretty damn sure he was the only guy in the room. No matter how still you are, you still make a little noise standing watch, and she hadn’t heard anything besides him.
The idea occurred to wrap her feet in towels, but they were all too far from the grate to be worth it. Then inspiration struck. She unzipped her jumper as quietly as she could, wincing at the noise. Guard dude didn’t seem to notice. Then she pulled out her bra. It wasn’t very thick, but the padding was there. The knife rasped out of its sheath, she cut the pads apart, and shifted awkwardly in the crawl space to secure them, tying them to the balls of her feet with the bra’s strings.
Boom, field-expedient sneaking boots. She was as ready as she was getting.
The grate slid slowly out of place. She winced at the noise. Winced even harder as she sat up and forced her sore muscles to drag her sloooooooowly out of the hole. Her hurt leg screamed murder, arms buckled.
The boots were still too heavy, but the bra was surprisingly good at keeping them quiet. She crept forwards, holding her breath. Could feel the adrenaline, feel her pulse pounding in her raw fingers, clutched white-knuckle tight around her knifegrip.
He seemed completely oblivious, looking through the glass of the check-in window, watching the docks. His off-hand fidgeting on his AK’s forestock, was shifting his weight from foot to foot, like there was somewhere he’d rather be. There was a loop in the neck of his flak j
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