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2/4/2016 4:33:29 PM
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Simon enters the room in the stead of his team. He's an unassuming character at the moment. Leaning against a back wall of a meeting turned standing room only, Simon listens to all of the small talk taking place since the news has broken.
This is a desperate moment in their history of neither side can get the job done, but wasn't that why he was there? Then again his own government had failed anyway. Then again wouldn't he be a part of that failure.
Simon turned over a lighter in his hand. He hadn't smoked in a while. In fact he was quitting. Today more than ever though a creeping feeling stirred within that cautioned him. A caution that extended far past his need for nicotine and ruled against this impending mission and his duty.
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*Simon see the Shadowed One walk over to him, raising his hand to shake "Greetings. I assume you are here for the meeting?"-Shadowed One
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Simon gives a firm handshake and a nice smile. "Certainly am. It just all comes down to more paperwork." He flips the lighter open. "That's why I have this."
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"Good to know. I do not believe I have seen you around the base at all. What part of the Resistance see you a part of, exactly?"-Shadowed One
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He chuckles a little as his lips curve in a smile. "You never notice the little people. It's fine. I totally understand, just little cogs in a big wheel. People like me just meander in the sidelines. Anyway, I'm just here to get a report filed that no one will ever see. Pretty efficient stuff."
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*the Shadowed One looks confused "Why write a report if no one will read it?"-Shadowed One
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At this Simon gets a hearty laugh. "Pretty literal aren't you? It's my job, what they pay me to do. I'm just a plebeian, totally unimportant. You meanwhile, well you are very important. So you don't have to do all of the little things." He gets thoughtful for a second before continuing. "Maybe... Someday, someone in the future might ask what happened tonight. They'll dig through lost archives and find my report. Maybe, just maybe, it will be read."
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/4/2016 10:24:29 PM"Its what [b]who[/b] pays you to do? The local press or something like that?"-Shadowed One *he looks at him and scans Simon
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The scan reveals a human, regular attire a pen stuffed behind his ear and a notepad in his back pocket. Simon is amused. "You do realize the Alliance does try to stay organized? Part of that is keeping track of these meetings for reference so on and so forth. A who came, what happened, who knew, was involved. It's just a general given."
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"I see. Well, I do hope that your files are read someday. I hope that I may be able to help with that one day. Once this war is over, of course."-Shadowed One
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He nods. "Yep maybe someday. Until then do you know when this shindig is supposed to start?"
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"Not too long from now. As soon as everyone comes."-Shadowed One
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"Sounds good, I think I'll avail myself to a cup of coffee. Nice chat though." Simon turns to leave.
