[Her voice is cold, solid steel. She woke groggy and disoriented in her cuffs, but she heard enough to know what it is they want to sell her for. They'll have to do more than clamp metal around her wrists if they want her to play along with their plans.
If only her thoughts didn't stray so easily to what more could be.
Focus, she tells herself. He's not wrong--about this, anyway.]
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[Her voice is cold, solid steel. She woke groggy and disoriented in her cuffs, but she heard enough to know what it is they want to sell her for. They'll have to do more than clamp metal around her wrists if they want her to play along with their plans.
If only her thoughts didn't stray so easily to what more could be.
Focus, she tells herself. He's not wrong--about this, anyway.]
Have you reached anyone on the MID?