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Phoenix-Program-» Database............................File #55
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Flarecut
Faulty lie detector

Age: 25

Height: (Y/H)

Abilities:
Truth-sense, energy breath, agility, combat skills, and intelligence.

Birthplace: Unknown

Bio:
With truth-sense, she gains the ability to detect when her target lies when they answer a question asked by her; it works with 70% accuracy.

With energy breath, it gives her the ability to exhale energy that solidifies into razor-sharp threads, which she can use for lethal or non-lethal engagement. These "thread blades" are highly flexible and can be extended or set in place to create near-invisible traps.

Crimes:
Aggravated assault, kidnapping, vigilantism, arson.

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Her emotional, physical, and mental state affects the accuracy of her truth-sense, resulting in her trusting the wrong information in high-stakes scenarios.

If her breathing is erratic and unstable, her thread blades will be affected. This will cause her threads to be less resistant and unpredictable.

She suffers from PTSD and is susceptible to presenting episodes. If such an issue arises, the dispatcher or person of authority should NOT deploy her. Failure to comply with the earlier statement, extraction is prioritized to minimize damage.

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-» Database-» VIM .......................................File #55
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VIM device: IMPLANTED

Status: ACTIVE

Extraction: UNAUTHORIZED

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Details: [REDACTED]

Notes: [REDACTED]

Warnings: [REDACTED]

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The dim lights of the record room emitted a soft hum, boxes full of different disks, each with its own details about the other heroes in the SDN hiding away.

On the edge of the desk sat the empty case, the name Flarecut written on it messily with a Sharpie.

Robert looked at his computer, more specifically, the girl's picture. He could see the shadows cast beneath her eyes, the deep exhaustion that they carried and her bored expression. If he weren't studying her features, he would've never caught sight of the glint in her eyes. A gleam that seemed to mirror his own, one that held a silent strength of being through hell and back yet still pushing forward despite it all.