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Counter-Strike: Source (2004)

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Juri leaned against the wall, licking her lips with morbid satisfaction. It had not been easy work, but she was confident her employers would be satisfied with the results. There would be no further trouble from the three female agents who had been hounding S.I.N. Before her, in the center of the small room, the women in question were perched against a wooden beam, securely tied with strong cables, their mouths each covered with knotted cloth.
By now, the sleeping drug had just about run it's course, and now the three captive martial artists had vigorously begun to strain against the cords that bound them, twisting and grunting and making furious muffled screams. But Juri was undaunted, she had done her work well, and she knew it.
"So...Chun-li, Cammy....and you call yourself C. Viper...three names that begin with C. How charming." Juri smiled wickedly as she gestured towards a metal device, which lay idle in the corner of the room. "You know something else that begins with C? Cyclonite...a highly explosive agent used in the construction of a certain chemical composition, more commonly known as C4."
She then lifted the device from where it had been placed, and with a subtle flourish, set it back down not two feet away from her helpless prisoners. Cammy's eyes widened in terror as Juri pressed a button near the top of the device, causing the lethal machine to activate with a low, monotone beep.
"Five hours. You're all very lucky...you'll survive about 4 hours and 58 minutes longer than just about everyone else that's gotten in my way." Juri flipped a switch, and a numerical timer at the front of the device lit up. Then with a cold, pitiless rhythm, the terminal countdown began.
"Sorry I can't stay, but I'm afraid I've already grown bored watching you three. Besides, I have important work I need to do. So I guess this is goodbye...enjoy the time you have left." And with a callous laugh, she left through the open doorway, leaving the struggling captives to their fate.....

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