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Ana shivered as she felt the nanites interact. After throwing her grenade, she still was a bit low on health, she needed something to heal that extra bit as her next grenade prepped… “Angela!” She called out to Mercy. Their research in nanites should have made compatible formations. A stray gunshot missing her shoulder certainly made her more willing to attempt anything.
Mercy’s Caduceus staff loosed a beam of healing nanites that held to the older woman. She shivered, feeling the healing energy bring her back to normal… then beyond it. She felt odd as she felt a new strength filling her, an energy she hadn’t felt… in years. The age lines around her face began to diminish, her posture straightened as a sensual arch returned to her back. She purred as her hair grew silken, softer as it unbraided and cascaded over her shoulders. Ana heard Mercy gasp as she switched off her staff, the angel staring at the young woman who was standing where the old sniper had been.
Ana blushed, feeling her body, her strength… she felt… younger, truly younger. She smirked and giggled, she may even be a little younger than Fareeha… She laughed, unaware that there may be further side-effects she’s unaware of…

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Ana shivered as she felt the nanites interact. After throwing her grenade, she still was a bit low on health, she needed something to heal that extra bit as her next grenade prepped… “Angela!” She called out to Mercy. Their research in nanites should have made compatible formations. A stray gunshot missing her shoulder certainly made her more willing to attempt anything.
Mercy’s Caduceus staff loosed a beam of healing nanites that held to the older woman. She shivered, feeling the healing energy bring her back to normal… then beyond it. She felt odd as she felt a new strength filling her, an energy she hadn’t felt… in years. The age lines around her face began to diminish, her posture straightened as a sensual arch returned to her back. She purred as her hair grew silken, softer as it unbraided and cascaded over her shoulders. Ana heard Mercy gasp as she switched off her staff, the angel staring at the young woman who was standing where the old sniper had been.
Ana blushed, feeling her body, her strength… she felt… younger, truly younger. She smirked and giggled, she may even be a little younger than Fareeha… She laughed, unaware that there may be further side-effects she’s unaware of…

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Or if you'd rather, you can Buy me a Coffee HERE