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Sorry about... all that.
I usually prefer not to resort to violence. If I can.
I don't enjoy it any more than you guys. |
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* I'll. Take your word for it, mate.
* I mean, fuck, I didn't even know these guys.
* And I'm sure the trauma response won't be that bad once the adrenaline wears off. |
| Hmm... maybe it could help if you just don't look at the bodies? |
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* Hhhaah!
* Fuck dude, sure, let's try it!
* May as well! |
Hey, you're welcome.
I'm just happy to be talking instead of shooting for once.
Most Aveans I meet haven't been as friendly as you! |
Right? You'd think they'd learn after the 50th platoon they send after me that maybe they should change tactics.
Anyway, that's enough about me.
How are you? |
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* ...
* Are you making fucking small talk? |
Uh, sorry.
I just, if there's anything I can do to help you out, or... |
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* Help.
* Oh. Right.
* Well. I was lookin' for the labs, I guess. If you know where those are. |
Whoa, me too! I've got orders to shut down a weapons program.
Crazy that we're headed in the same direction, huh? |
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| * What direction is that? |
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* Shit.
* Y'know, It's my first day on the job here and I gotta say, I am not impressed by the architectural design on display.
* Place is a fuckin' labyrinth. |
Heh. Man, I can tell we're gonna get along already.
It's funny, you really remind me of this girl from a game I play... |
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* Focus up, wouldja mate?
* Gonna need both our brainpowers in tandem if we're gonna crack the case of where the fuck we're going. |
Oh, sure, let's work together! Sounds like a plan.
Maybe we can try this way, I don't think I've been here yet. |
| Oh my Helix... he's taken a hostage! |
| You motherplucker! This is a new low, even for you!! |
| Wait... you're not just helping me out because I have a gun, are you? |
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* Look. Mate.
* I'm not gonna lie to you.
* It factored into my decision making. |
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| * If it makes you feel any better I think the pity's starting to overtake the fear |
No, no, it's...
I gotta take this. |
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