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A lone female Delaque sniper lies prone on a metal catwalk high above a forgotten manufactory. Her black leather robe spreads like a shadow beneath her, blending with the steel. Her scalp is smooth, reflecting the orange glow of furnace light. Cybernetic lenses mounted above her eyes flicker as she peers through the scope of a long-barreled sniper rifle. Her breathing mask pulses rhythmically, muffling the faint hum of power cables. The sniper’s calm grip and frigid poise suggest she has been there for hours, waiting.