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You should not do this, Amani Tetsu. And yet, there she was, staring across the wall at the Supreme Leader (was that him? It certainly didn’t look like it. Perhaps she was misinformed-- that medic had seemed odd...). Her little tongue poked out from between her lips, and she thought to turn away before it was too late. But who else could aid her in her quest for vengeance against her killer? No one. Everybody else dwelled in their terror, their cowardice. Not she. 

Amani rapped her knuckles against the glass. All there was to do now was wait.