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{Inside The Projection}
Stepping out of his new room, Malik, just done preparing himself for the mission, heard the sound of footsteps at the other end of the hall.
He sighed without turning to look at the source, already knowing who it was.
"You're not coming."
"I am."
It was a woman's voice.
A familiar one.
Safira's.
"I beg to differ."
Malik turned, pulling his hood over his head.
"It's better if I'm alone."
Safira crossed her arms.
"Better for who?"
"Me."
She stared at him, unblinking.
He stared back, or at least made it seem like he did, hoping she'd just take the hint and leave. But no.
She didn't move, didn't blink, didn't even shift her weight. Just that damn look, the kind that said she wasn't going anywhere unless he physically dragged her away.
Malik clicked his tongue.
"You're really not gonna take no for an answer?"
She shook her head, offering no other reply.
Sighing, he rubbed a hand down his face.
"Fine. But you better keep up."
