[ And then it's simple. Ephemera meets Drake's eyes and nods, serious. It's like running ops with his squad all over again, a feeling he never thought he would know again. That immediate synchronicity, everyone on the same wavelength. That perfect calm before the blood starts flowing.
He breathes out. And then he moves. There's a dumpster by the opening of the alley, perfectly positioned. He can angle himself to the side and make a whole lot of noise without exposing himself straight on.
Easy. He's done this a thousand times before. More.
So he moves. There's no hesitation. He clangs the handle of Ginia's big knife against the dumpster, making sure to scrape his boots against the ground as he goes, and then gets into stance. Ready, ready, ready. ]
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He breathes out. And then he moves. There's a dumpster by the opening of the alley, perfectly positioned. He can angle himself to the side and make a whole lot of noise without exposing himself straight on.
Easy. He's done this a thousand times before. More.
So he moves. There's no hesitation. He clangs the handle of Ginia's big knife against the dumpster, making sure to scrape his boots against the ground as he goes, and then gets into stance. Ready, ready, ready. ]