"Sean, be careful. Those two might still be alive."
On the rooftop of the opposite building, an adorable little girl in a purple wig and tight-fitting suit spoke into her communicator. The recoil from the rocket launcher had nearly knocked her over, and her shoulder still ached.
"I cut power to the elevators. You've got about ten minutes." The little girl was surprisingly reliable in critical monts.
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