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"I'm good, Hersh... I'll live."
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A splutter of blood, three barks of cough. Yana looks up at you, mouth halfway between a smile and a snarl.
"Still standing, Hersh..."
Her skin drawn white. Adrenaline draining. Agony leaking in.
"Somehow. Clean sheet." (Tap your chest.)
"Pretty fucking scary, wasn't it... for a moment there..."
She pulls a black cigarette from the ever-ready packet and latches it to her lower lip.
"Are you sure you should..." (Point to the cigarette.)
"... Who are you... my fucking mother?"
A lighter flares, orange blooms across her unlined face. She takes a rasping drag -- holds it for half a second -- then seizes with body-contorting coughs.
"... Cu... nt..."
Slap her back, help her out.
She hacks a final cough into her fist, then opens it -- in her palm, bound within strings of bloodied spit, a flower-headed clot of metal.
She expectorated the bullet. Fascinating.
THE FASCIST PROJECTILE EXPELLED FROM THE BODY POLITIC.
Why can't we do something cool like that when we get clipped? What is this 'leave it in there' shit?
"Here you go, Hersh... Don't need this anymore..." She holds the bullet out to you.
"Already got one."
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"Got enough, thanks."
"One for the city, then..." She drops the bullet through the tram railings, into the mist below.
The wind whips her hair back and forth across her face. Between the strands -- flashes of your old friend, the same wild eyes, the same snarling grin.
"One for the city, then..." She drops the bullet through the tram railings, into the mist below."Fucking... sentimental... weak shit..." She drops the bullet through the tram railings, into the mist below."Can't help it... just built tougher than you." She drops the bullet through the tram railings, into the mist…
A heavy voice through light static: 'CASCADE only, person to person! CASCADE or nothing!'
"Hersh... from Tempo... from me..." Her mismatched eyes find yours. "... All is fucking forgiven."
"You keep it. Little memory of the job."
"Fucking... sentimental... weak shit..." She drops the bullet through the tram railings, into the mist below.
"Should've left it in, we could've been bullet babes." (Give her a bloodied 'V' sign)
"Can't help it... just built tougher than you." She drops the bullet through the tram railings, into the mist below.
"Nice job."
Make your 'I told you so' face.
"Good idea. Calm the nerves."
"... Fuck it. Pretty sure one lung still works..."
"I got hit, but I'm alright."
"Got to take a bullet... or it's not a proper gunfight. Got to get scary too..."
"Ready to go again. I'd kill them twice if I could."
"Once was enough... Pretty fucking scary, I thought... for a moment there."
"Ready to go again. I'd wang them twice if I could."
"I told you we would be."
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"I told you they were high level."
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"I told you we'd need a miracle."
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"I told you once. The Opera never tires."
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"This will still all be over tomorrow."
"Yeah... and I believed you."
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"We must be one higher... fucked them up hard."
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"You and I made it... that's half a miracle."
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"For the record... not fucking tired, either. Just got shot up pretty bad."
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"It's already over... We won."