She disappears in smoke....
[spoiler]Supernatural logic muh n*gga[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]no shit meh n*gga gotta throw 'em down wit da salt, keep it sweet, don't halt; throw dat punch in da line, don't hate me I try <---- I ain't a rappa[/spoiler] [i]Alon tries to catch the smoke in the air, trapping it. After trying, he goes to the ectoplasmic material on the walls.[/i] [b]Haha, 3sp00ky5m3..... haha..... oke, so what's this shit?[/b]
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The Ectoplasm seems to retract when the woman leaves... [spoiler]I got dis mang Gotta hit up that salt and iron on them Just be ready or they'll turn into a gem And violate your girl To the point where she'll hurl Don't load up yo glock You might as well shoot yourself in the cock Iron and salt makes them burn Just be careful when you turn Around and think your good When you could really end up in the hood Bars? Bars. [/spoiler]
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Edited by Alonfé: 10/21/2015 2:47:48 AM[b]Shit.... well then.... let's search up some stuff...[/b] [i]He ran a facial recognition scan on his suits computer, simultaneously on Google searching murders matching this one, as he checked the ID of the body.[/i]
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The man comes up as Tom Brees. A cheat, liar and, rumor has it, murderer. [spoiler]<.< >.> *takes gif*[/spoiler]
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Edited by Alonfé: 10/21/2015 10:47:32 PM[i]Alon nodded... was there anyone else like this on the ship? He searched up some stuff like that too on the crew's database.[/i] [b]Nope....no...no....naughta......hella no.....dammit....[/b][spoiler]*GIF was perfect* *r8's Alon's GIF 8/8*[/spoiler]
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The computer works well, new obviously. You stumble upon nothing with the computer...with your current Web search.