A shadowy figure silently crept into the room, a forceful push sent you toppling over the edge of your chair, crashing onto the desk. Your upper body sprawled across its surface, dangerously close to the edge where the guns lay, your legs dangling off the side.
You felt a firm, metallic presence pressed against your back. A shiver of recognition ran through you. It was Crosshairs, his servo hovered dangerously close to your waist, while the other rested on the back of your neck cables.
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