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You where on a roof across from Clint, fighting the aliens. You flipped one off the roof and punched others as they kept coming towards you. You shot one, and touched your ear piece.
"Clint."
"Already on it." Clint replied, already knowing what you needed. He breathed in, and released his arrow as he mumbled. "Gotcha."
