(Google Traduction). In the darkness, Lady Arkham stared at the screen of her smart tablet. She traced every feature, every contour. At first glance, he seemed to be nothing more than the boring owner of a boring bookstore in the boring city of Red Grave.
(Google Translate). Ninja: Do you finally have a boyfriend, Lieutenant? Congratulations, he's handsome.
(Google Translate). She might have jumped if she hadn't heard the stealthy Ninja approaching. Lady: It's just a possible target. She replied seriously.
(Google Translate). Ninja: You call men in a very strange way. She said, taking a seat next to Lady; they were in the conference room; except for Lieutenant Arkham's tablet, there was no other light. Ninja: And you already asked for his number?
(Google Translate). Lady: Man? Lady raised an eyebrow sarcastically. Lady: No way. I think this man is a demon.
(Google Translate).
Ninja and Lady looked at the target in a photograph.
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(Google Translate).
Ninja: Seriously, Lady. Did you ask for his number or not?
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