Countdowns Simurgh Exposure, Highlights friendlies

I could hear it now. The scream.

In red-edged letters, a countdown began rolling down in the corner of my vision. Exposure.

Another alert, in gold text. Instructions to avoid shooting one area, marked out. People were within, difficult to see from the distance I was shooting from. Couldn't slip up, now, with how finnicky laser beams were to keep on target.

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