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Despite her many protests at first, J has lawfully agreed to steer you in the right direction to becoming an earnest hardworking wage slave for JCJenson. This will come at the expense of all your bodily autonomy, and other vital organs. | Parody/RP |

"No offense, V. But dog breeds for brains and I are both horrible liars. Me, especially." Props for honesty? "And while I do appreciate the concern thus shown for your senior informant... I'd rather not risk having my entire squad be terminated for insubordination." J then sternly grips V's palm.

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The hunter promptly switches out its right appendage for a SR98 sniper rifle. Which seemed like an almost sure-fire way of neutralizing her target, plus avoid detection. ( "...Moronbot was always her favorite, too, wasn't he?" ) Focus, J-10X111001. Digits frailly raise the scope up to her optics.

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You'd think she'd be accustomed to Cyn's intimidation tactics around this time. And yet โ€” here lies J, biting her lips when facing up towards V. "Either I follow-up on the mission statement, or have my already scant autonomy be stripped away by *it*." Wouldn't be the first time that's happened...

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Perched atop a nearby lamppost, J studies her target with keen eyes that shine while the rest of her body was cast in shadow. For each passing moment, the drone's optics hollowed in-between scans of the person that was unmistakably an identical match for Tessa Elliot...to J's utter horror.

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"Easier said than done, V..." A momentary look of discomfort flashed across her visor. "...How in the hell am I supposed to 'relax' when Cyn's expecting me to kill Tes-!?" Reluctantly, the workaholic takes her coworker's advice. Now squatted in the center of the room, lowering her helm ashamedly.

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