Polyfex stiffed for a moment, causing the Repeater Mimic to turn its head from side to side, trying to tell if any suspicious characters were either appearing, trying to run, or setting up nearby-- for in a ghetto, there is a a great chance of there being spotters and counter-attacking gangsters. She of all Micrai would know, having had to reform two of her Mimics after one particular bust went wrong.

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The Ambassador gave the President a deep bow, placing his hands behind his back as he strode to the outside. From there, he would let out a sigh, and gradually make his way to the front of the embassy-- for undoubtedly, there was going to be some press and some reporters investigating into the possibility of his people entering a war, small it may be.