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[i]"Not really, but I can see in the way some of these men move that we are being watched by undercover guards. Speaking of which..."[/i] [b]Masq turns to his companion, his eyes turning back to their light blue.[/b] [i]"What did you do with the man?"[/i] [i]"Threw him down a garbage chute."[/i] [i]"Is it safe?"[/i] [i]"If it isn't, he won't notice."[/i] [b]The tall man seems to remain focused on the light fixtures above them. Masq snorts in annoyance and motions to Ronin.[/b] [i]"I've seen little resistance here. I think some of us came by choice."[/i]
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"And some of us didn't. I do know that a lot of these guys here are forces of Chaos, and some are Primarchs."
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[i]"I belong to neither. Nor will I ever belong to any army of any kind, but I have certainly noticed the increase in opposed factions."[/i] [b]He sits up, turning his attention to the likes of alcohol.[/b] [i]"I can't trust if those were spiked or not... I may regret my choice."[/i]
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[i] Lance shrugs.[/i] "We'll see."
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[i]"No... We won't... I'm going to the restroom. I'm going to make a slight correction to my stomach. I'll shall return shortly."[/i] [b]Masq gets up and hurriedly retreats to the restroom. Lance, notices the other man's yellow eyes stare right at him, curious and wise. He gives a curt nod, his voice coming out calm and almost happy.[/b] [i]"Lance May... Correct?"[/i]
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"Yes...?" [i] Lance says, his eyebrows raised.[/i]
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[b]The man grunts in acknowledgement, his quiet voice seemingly disappearing into the wind. He returns his gaze to the light fixture, seemingly entertained by it endlessly.[/b]
