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#(You'd think I would've had a Gandra tag by now but alas)
babyboydbaby · 3 years
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Gandra Interstitial
“Despite the catastrophic destruction of Amity Labs last week-”
“Ugh, pass.”
Gandra closed the app on her phone with an annoyed sigh as she came to a stop in the alleyway where her supposed client was supposed to meet her. Which, you know, real reassuring in regards to their legitimacy and not at all suspect in any sense.
...Sarcasm, of course this was sketchy as hell.
But with FOWL getting their asses handed to them and her having to up and leave for St. Canard before she got tossed in the clink like the rest of the villains that Bradford HADN’T zapped out of existence, she didn’t have many good options.
Not that she ever really had any good options to begin with, given her line of work.
Which is probably how and why she found herself back in Duckburg after getting a call about a possible job offer. One she...admittedly really needed, and one with the promise of letting her do as she pleased in regards to her scientific endeavors.
So what else could she do but wait for this mysterious hirer of hers to arrive at a creepy, abandoned alleyway on the far side of town, with the occasional glance down at social media?
Although to be fair, social media wasn’t exactly fairing any better.
She had no idea what the fuck was going on in the next town over, but wherever she turned on social media, it involved either the destruction of some place called Amity Labs (’The Fall of Amity’ as they called it), or some revelation about that Ironwoof guy killing his dad for trafficking children.
Which, you know, was really starting to make her reconsider her initial thoughts on the guy. Sure, he was still kind of a stuck-up rich dude, but y’know...props to him there. The social media sharks could turn it however they wanted, that was the opposite of a bad thing.
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