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"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" yelled Luna, joining the chaotic choir of insults that were being flung back and forth between Baram and Alva.

Things had quickly escalated past the point of no return in the center of the mat as Baram pressed a one sided attack against the Ortega princess. "Stop moving bitch, and check out my new shoes~!" taunted Baram while she unleashed a whirlwind of high kicks.

But Alva was unimpressed, "Vale, time for cardio! Show me what you got puta." she countered and rose to the challenge, easily evading everything the agent threw at her. Her body was limber, elastic, fine tuned for combat... and her recent warm up had only made her readier.

Standing on the sidelines, Luna looked bewildered. This definitely wasn't how she imagined her first solo mission. Not only was Baram stealing the spotlight, but she was being forced  to make a terrible choice she thought she'd never have to make: to help her fellow agent or to protect her cover by siding with the enemy?

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, Pedro's massive fist came swinging into view, plowing into her gut and forcibly taking her out of the equation before she even entered the fight. Alas, the choice was made for her.

(To be continued.)

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