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12/28/2015 9:26:02 PM
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[b]Lucien listens from outside the room, slinking against the wall.[/b]
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"Come in."
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[b]He steps in. He's in his normal jumpsuit without his outer armor and helmet. His eyes a strange blue color compared to his normal green. He walks as if on pins and needles. His accent is laced with a heavy Scottish/German combination.[/b] [b][i]"Gentlemen, it appears you've been making enemies..."[/i][/b]
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"Actually, those bastards made enemies with us. You look familiar... Like two people I used to know."
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[b]Lucien blinks.[/b] [i][b]"Can't say I recognize you. Names Creet. Creet Vandaghm."[/b][/i] [b]Lucien extends a hand to shake.[/b]
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"Okay..." Sawyer shakes his hand.
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[spoiler]He's got MPD[/spoiler] [b][i]"So, you sending us in? We should hit hard. No flinching."[/i][/b]
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"Exactly. We go in tomorrow."
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[b]Lucien nods slowly.[/b] [b][u]"Fantastic... Now, if you excuse me... I'm getting pizza..."[/u][/b]
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"Fine by me."
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[b]Lucien adjusts his belt and walks out of the room with a sigh of relief. He felt extremely awkward in there. He moves past the lockers and heads towards the lounge.[/b] [spoiler]End[/spoiler]
