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<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DDNHE7pWjKAg&amp;hash=c7cdf3375779456f640595bc5303f7f6" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNHE7pWjKAg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Time</a>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Talia adored her husband, and when she saw him with all kinds of weapons, she knew he'd had some fun. The blonde took note of the bag he carried, and the other bags being loaded up into the car. Her husband always knew what he wanted, and it was a highly desirable trait. He'd been the one to help guide her. This is what he knew, this is what he did. He was far more experienced, but Talia watched him over the years, and she learned. When he asked her opinion on his pants, the female's gaze drifted down to assess the garment when she felt her breath hitch in her throat. He'd feel the rush of lust, the hint of need rising up. The glimpses of the night before filled her mind before she attempted to pull herself back. "Just as handsome as the day I met you." The blonde leaned up to peck his cheek tenderly with her lips before sliding into the car. They had just done another unthinkable act. Another illegal deal, another step into the darkness. And she was ready.<br/>
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As her husband took her in his grasp, a warm smile graced her lips as she wiggled closer until she was almost atop of him in an effort to be as close as possible. As Ben showed her a message on his phone, she noticed the words and a smirk crossed her lips. He was right about that. The female watched as the message was sent. Hopefully it wouldn't be long before they got some information back. Thankfully they could still get back to the apartment, prepare themselves and drop off the extra weight. Talia didn't want to wait any longer; she wanted to go right in that moment. She was a volatile force; mother nature itself waiting to unleash a variety of storms, of tsunamis, hurricanes. When she was done, there would be no doubt that a mother could, and will fight for her children. She knew Benjamin would be there with her, beside her, tearing the world apart. <br/>
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When they reached the safehouse, the female immediately slipped the driver some cash before easing out of the cab and grabbing her bags. The stare she'd given the driver as he turned to take the cash was clear; any mention of this and he would be next. Anyone who stood in their way now would not be given mercy; they would suffer, and they would know who they had crossed. Seemingly innocent or not, Talia had no time for it. After she'd unpacked her bags, the female left the door open for Ben while she started to unpack the array of weapons and fixed them into the wall that remained between the bedroom and the living room. It was glass, fitted perfectly to hold and display tools of their trade. The bullets were lined up neatly underneath the weapons, displayed over the clear counter top. <br/>
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After she'd unpacked almost everything, the female's attention was drawn to the suit. Slowly, she approached it before finally slipping off her raincoat. "This looks too heavy duty, maybe," She murmured softly as she started to undress. The female eased off her clothing with haste, kicking it off to the side. Soon enough she was nude, and reaching for her suit. It took some adjusting, feeling the firm metal guide her, protect her. Her modifications were less than her husband, so to make up for it she took a suit that could provide that protection, yet still be flexible. Each piece snapped together, lighting up as it hugged her curved figure, defining the dip of her waist and the outward roundness of her hips. She certainly looked the part. For the most part, she considered just wearing a mix of athletic clothing; however, if she was to be hit, she wouldn't be able to recover without some kind of extra protection. There were a few sly tricks she had up her sleeve, such as experimental drugs, but she didn't want to tell Ben about those. The risks of them could outweigh the benefits; but it could make sure she lived at least. Long blonde curls were tugged up into a ponytail, and then twirled and wrapped into a bun before she was finally finished. <br/>
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Talia made a point of revealing her suit to him, giving a hint of a raised brow as if to asked what he thought when she heard a ping. The female took his phone to check the message. "We've got the address." Her voice turned cold as her gaze hardened. "65th Avenue, Downtown." The female could barely contain herself. It was one of the old factory buildings that hadn't been used in well, what she thought was years. The female drew out her phone phone and tapped a quick message to an old colleague of hers, asking if she could remain alert in case of any odd injuries or for any men or women that seemed to want to evade staying in the hospital despite needing further care. Any signs like that could help them. She just needed to do <i>something</i>. <br/>
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The woman quickly assessed what she may need. The 9mm, with new ammo, was fastened against a strap along her thigh. Next, she took one of the daggers and secured it along the attachment across her lower back. "Are you ready?" She gazed back toward Ben as she reached for one of the bullwhips. Swiftly, she rolled it up before fastening it to her built in belt. Talia had already sent off for a new driving service. They needed to get a car, one that had no record, no plates. That would be their next job, along with maybe finding several safe houses they could crash at to throw anyone tracking them off. Talia approached her husband, taking his jaw into her hands as she drew him closer. "We're not taking prisoners, we're going to kill them all. Right?" There was a need within her to spill blood, to make them all suffer. "Even if they comply, I want every last one of the filth that was involved to know exactly what's coming, to see it. To pay for what they've done." It was almost impossible to stop her lips caressing up against his in a heated exchange, the rush of adrenaline was trying to go in several directions. </span>