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4/2/2015 1:16:43 AM
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"Our Headquarters is a 15 acre area with at any time approximately 100K people going in and out of the facility. The schematics for the underground part of the city are even more extensive, but those are classified. We just need you clear it out. Don't get into anything."
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Sorry sir, I get into anyon- anything that I do... I really have to work on that
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Rolls his eyes totally annoyed.
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*grins Well, it's not like you weren't warned of my epic charm.
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He nearly busts up laughing. "Charm?! Oh yes, certainly epic... failure." His words drip with sarcasm.
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"You expect us to help you yet you aren't going to let us, there's a high chance infected are down there."
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"It's the nature of the situation."
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"What do you mean?"
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"You know what I mean. Our intelligence on the situation is very limited. Which is why we have bought your team to investigate this further, contain the situation, and rescue those that can be rescued."
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Is there a penalty for killed extractees?
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"Just don't kill Zara."
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Alright. How many vaccines do you have?
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"We don't know. We lost contact with Zara and her team 2 days ago.... which is why I hired you guys."
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Good to know. Do we have any right now?
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He glares. "Any antidotes are on the planet. They were newly created and hidden from my corporation!"
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Ok. Jeez.
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"But how can we contain it is we cannot even access the full scene."
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"You guys are grunts. Just kill the stuff and when everything is clear we will have our own trained, professional team finish the job. Honestly, I pay you people to DO not question every little detail."
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Edited by FreeVex2015: 4/2/2015 1:43:56 AM"And if it's still to much for your weakling "soldiers" to handle? It's no wonder you got overrun in the first place, you're very dull."
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He twitches.
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"Well?"
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"You have your mission, take it or leave it." Mr. Del Fino begins to leave.
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"Okay I'll bite."
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"Good."
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"I might... Forget some things though, I'm sure it won't be a problem."
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Sighs in frustrations. Then mutters, "Hopefully you won't make it out alive..."
