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Art by the lovely and talented MsPixelicious - Professional, Digital Artist | DeviantArt
Words by yours truly.
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"I can do this...I can do this!!! I am not a fuck up!" Moira stood erect and stamped her foot on the ground as if to galvanize her resolve.

Securing the data stick in her pouch, she set about escaping the facility.

Moira had memorized the facility's blueprints and padded through the cold, grey labyrinthine corridors, skillfully evading the watchful eye of human guards. She made effective use of her goggles to point out various cloaked sensor beams and well-hidden surveillance cameras. Despite Niobe distracting and drawing the bulk of the guards away from Moira, she still had to contend with the random straggler. Moira was able to fall back on her scant martial arts training to quietly subdue two guards at two separate checkpoints.

Moira was surprisingly calm and measured in her cat-like movements despite the mounting presence of reinforcements. She could hear the clomping of jackboots fading in the distance. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Moira spotted a trash chute at the designated coordinates from her memory. After taking a moment to scan the entire area one last time (making sure not to repeat her dreadful mistakes from the VR sessions) Moira timed the final sentry's movement and deftly rotated to the chute.

Moira opened the door to the chute and was immediately assaulted by a foul, rank odor.

"Ugh! The fuck is going on down there?! Smells like dog shit!!!"

Moira was in no position to worry about the condition of the chute as it represented her last viable means of escape. She could hear the footfalls of the guard getting closer. It was now or never. Moira held her breath and jumped feet first down the chute.

Description
Art by the lovely and talented MsPixelicious - Professional, Digital Artist | DeviantArt
Words by yours truly.
=====

"I can do this...I can do this!!! I am not a fuck up!" Moira stood erect and stamped her foot on the ground as if to galvanize her resolve.

Securing the data stick in her pouch, she set about escaping the facility.

Moira had memorized the facility's blueprints and padded through the cold, grey labyrinthine corridors, skillfully evading the watchful eye of human guards. She made effective use of her goggles to point out various cloaked sensor beams and well-hidden surveillance cameras. Despite Niobe distracting and drawing the bulk of the guards away from Moira, she still had to contend with the random straggler. Moira was able to fall back on her scant martial arts training to quietly subdue two guards at two separate checkpoints.

Moira was surprisingly calm and measured in her cat-like movements despite the mounting presence of reinforcements. She could hear the clomping of jackboots fading in the distance. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Moira spotted a trash chute at the designated coordinates from her memory. After taking a moment to scan the entire area one last time (making sure not to repeat her dreadful mistakes from the VR sessions) Moira timed the final sentry's movement and deftly rotated to the chute.

Moira opened the door to the chute and was immediately assaulted by a foul, rank odor.

"Ugh! The fuck is going on down there?! Smells like dog shit!!!"

Moira was in no position to worry about the condition of the chute as it represented her last viable means of escape. She could hear the footfalls of the guard getting closer. It was now or never. Moira held her breath and jumped feet first down the chute.