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The mission was supposed to be simple: get in, gather intel, and get out. But things never go as planned, especially when you’re working with Shrinking Rae.

Now, you’re pinned behind cover, dodging gunfire from mercs who weren’t supposed to be here. Rae, barely the size of a coin, zips through the battlefield, using her agility to disarm enemies before they even realize what hit them.

"You owe me dinner after this. Fancy dinner." Rae said through the comms playfully.

You smirk, peeking out to take a shot. "We make it out, I’ll get you the fanciest takeout in the city."

She suddenly appears beside you, full-sized again, giving you an unimpressed look. "Takeout? Wow, really treating me."

"Hey, we live dangerous lives. Can’t get too fancy."

She rolls her eyes but grins, shrinking down just as another wave of enemies arrives. You watch as she takes them down effortlessly, proving that size isn’t everything, but skill? That’s all Rae.