As the Shroud unfolds the quadcopter, a familiar voice speaks up from the van. ”You train with all of these?” Right behind her, Sarah can be seen having appeared out of nowhere. She stares at a couple of guns on the gun rack. Suddenly the woman is holding a (thankfully magazineless) M16 and looking down the sights. “Так вот о чем говорил Виктор…” she says in perfect Russian. “Он намного легче его винтовка Мосина…” There’s a very faint fondness in her voice as she seems to get lost in thought for a second.
In another moment the gun is back on the shelf and she’s looking at an M1911. “C’est si petite, mais si lourde… beurk.” The slide can be heard but the woman seems to disappear in a blur of motion and the gun is replaced back on its shelf. ”Elle a besoin de l’huile… et je préfère le tir à l’arc.” In another moment she’s standing in front of Shroud, inspecting a 40mm grenade. “Parce que c'est plus silencieux qu'un silencieux de pistolet, n‘est pas?” Every movement, the woman seems to blink from place to place. In the van. At the gun rack. Looking at the bike. Outside by Shroud.
Today the woman’s outfit is much less formal than the clothes at the restaurant. A grey T-shirt with a blood drive logo, some black capri pants, and a set of ratty looking running shoes. She again has her composite bow and a quiver of arrows of every material - wood, carbon, fiberglass, and just as many different styles of fletching. Over her shoulder she also has a hiking bag that seems rather full.
Spoiler: Translations - Russian
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”So this is what Victor was talking about…”
“It’s much lighter than his Mosin.”
Spoiler: Translations - French
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”It’s so tiny but so heavy. Yuck.”
”It needs some oil… and I prefer archery.”
“Because it’s quieter than a pistol silencer, wouldn’t you say?”
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