[i] Desmond lunged forward, placing a hand on Ammourette's shoulder and flipping over her, his lithe body and superhuman dexterity on display as he flipped up and over, landing on his feet behind her, his body shielding hers.
What Ammourette couldn't see, nor could this sniper, was under his clothes his skin was covered in that oily substance, like someone had dumped melted plastic over him. The consistency was strange and the look even stranger..
Now he just awaited the shot that may or may not have come. [/i]
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