Carolina - 3 hour camo

"Bro, so I was telling Emily the other day, 'get off my back, it was just making out, it's not like I tossed her salad,' right? She goes and breaks up with me!" "Bro!" "I know, right? Now every time I go over to eat I'm gonna see her and it's gonna be real weird, yknow?"

Three hours. Carolina had sat here listening to this for THREE. HOURS. "Cmon, just one.. One little shot. Right in the head, pop pop."

"That's two shots," Church said.

"I was hoping you wouldn't notice I said it twice."

"As much as I would love to see you go to town on these two dipshits, you were the one that stressed to me how crucial it was we don't leave a trace. If you wanna work off some steam, you could try poetry, or interpretive dance, or- wait."

"What?"

"Something powered on a few rooms over, something big. Might be a server network."

"Thank. God." Still hidden with active camouflage, Carolina left behind the worker bros to talk about girls until the heat death of the universe and headed down the hall, following Church's instructions. She slipped past security and into the room and sure enough, a wall of servers whirred away quietly.

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FreestyleKneepad, Round 2