No, they're not. [ she agrees, stepping in perfect sync as they move through the hallway. and it's not that she doesn't trust their planning - roy was a part of that group, after all, so if everything went well the plan would be full-proof. still, she has to check, her eyes darting off behind them as well as head.
her eyes fall to the body of the monitor, stepping over him with a practiced, heavy nonchalance. but when she looks back up, it's to roy's eyes on her, towards his inclination, and riza notices the guards.
it could be her imagination, or it could be true, but it takes half a second for her to recognize one of them before three shots are fired in quick succession.
she doesn't even know if she lands the hits, but she doesn't know if she cares. ]
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her eyes fall to the body of the monitor, stepping over him with a practiced, heavy nonchalance. but when she looks back up, it's to roy's eyes on her, towards his inclination, and riza notices the guards.
it could be her imagination, or it could be true, but it takes half a second for her to recognize one of them before three shots are fired in quick succession.
she doesn't even know if she lands the hits, but she doesn't know if she cares. ]