~Sweat rolls down my body as I transfer my weight from one hand to the other. A restless feeling building within me as I balance and find the center necessary before pressing down on one wrist and then lifting my body weight back up. I need to be using my honed skills to draw blood, not surveillance. I am death in heels, terror in shit kickers. I bring my legs forward and spring into a crouch, I know what I am. A killer.~
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