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She shrugged playfully. "I think you doubt my capabilities."
He frowned, his face instantly clouding. "I told you," he said evasively. "I made too many deals."
She leaned her head back. "You sound like you don't believe me."
"Just distant. Okay... your turn, then."
"Yeah. I mean, besides the shot," she said with a shrug. "I told you; I'm a great runner."
He frowned, resting his head on his hand. "What did they do?"
She waved him off with her free hand, shaking her head. "No worries. It's okay. Did everything go alright with you?"
"A bit distant," he mused, tilting his head. "How so?"
She slid into the car, still trying to catch her breath. She lightly felt her cheek, pulling her hand back and squinting at the blood on her hand....
"Well... what were your parents like? Any siblings?"
She laughed breathlessly. She had a rosy flush from the cool wind, and her eyes were almost sparkling from adrenaline. "I'm perfect. Were you...
"What about you? Tell me about your past."
He would see her making her way down to the streets from the room tops, sliding down drainpipes and clamoring down balconies. She was quick, but...
He raised an eyebrow before shrugging smoothly. “There’s not much to know. Besides, you won’t see me again after this anyway.”
She took a deep breath before altering her course, heading for the meeting point.
“You weren’t prying,” he replied. “I’m just sensitive.”
She gasped as a bullet whizzed past her cheek. Too close. She threw herself over the edge, returning back to the lower, but more convoluted...
He looked down for a moment, his muffin on the table. It took a few seconds for him to speak. “I’m sorry. I don’t like to talk about it.“
She sprinted along the edges of the rooftops, making leaps that she had made hundreds of times before. She took a jump off of a trellis, her feet...
He squinted at her, looking a little annoyed. "I'm fine."
