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Kendra lowers the lid of the can back as quietly as she can, then puts the box down on top of it. There's enough space that she can open it and see what she's dealing with.



Kendra stares at the tiny device that has caused, and will cause so much trouble and tries to resist the urge to just smash the thing on the street.

She does, but only barely.

It doesn't look that complicated…