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12/21/2015 3:58:19 PM
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Place is a training ground. Bunch of soldiers out here from a spec-ops division were sent out to train and survive with absolutely nothing but their wits. Met a few already...
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"Nothing but their wits?" [i]Lance chuckles after looking at their armor and weapons.[/i] "Guess we didn't get the memo."
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Makes defending yourself a little bit easier. Two of them attacked me earlier. Had to shoot one in the leg, the second one I banged up pretty badly... All of that just to talk...
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[i] Lance chuckles.[/i] "I guess your armada didn't give them a hint." [i] He shakes his head.[/i] "People."
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Can't say they were the most observant soldiers I've met.
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"So called Spec-Ops. What about this FN division?"
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Trying to figure that one out at the moment, seems to function like JSOC.
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[i] Lance nods.[/i] "Well, I suppose I'll do a bit of detective work of my own, and I'll leave you to yours."
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Aye. Radio me if you need anything. I'll be around. [i]With that, he cloaked and engaged his dampening systems, moving off into the jungle, both unheard and unseen.[/i]
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[i] Lance steps off the tree, plummeting to the ground when he vanishes from thin air.[/i]
