[🎉‼️: Monk {y/n} x unit 141] (Read premise for more!) (Short story sprint!) ⊱⋆⊳ 𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝟷𝟺𝟷 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎: 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, {𝚢/𝚗} 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 “𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍,” 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟷𝟺𝟷 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎. ⊲⋆⊰
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@Bath_The_MadmanThe safehouse smelled like gun oil, stale coffee, and three days of sweat that no amount of ventilation could fix. Sunlight cut through the grimy windows in sharp yellow bars, catching dust motes suspended in the air like tiny planets orbiting nothing.