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Current M!A: None {Accepting}
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Pancetta tossed the cup of coffee into a trash bin. Adjusting her guitar case that secured her disassembled sniper rifle, she slipped through the crowds of people in New York. The blonde’s head and face were hidden behind the red hood that poked out from under her leather jacket. The master assassin made her way quietly into an alleyway before checking her phone to make sure she was headed to the right location.