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1/9/2016 5:16:12 PM
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"[b]The fuçk is that?![/b]" he exclaims harshly in astonishment. He unholsters his Smith and Wesson and grips it firmly in his hand, ready to shoot.
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[b]It readies a high powered plasma rifle[/b] "This is a highly classified military project"
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((Who's talking?))
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[spoiler]the robot[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Okay[/spoiler] "Well... okay... Then whaddaya want me to do then?"
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"I don't know"
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He looks dully onward at the machine. "Well... Have you seen any Fireteam November operatives anywhere? Do you know what Fireteam November is?"
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"Yes to both"
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His eyes brighten under his goggles. "Really? Where?"
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"Four of them are chilling in a pocket dimension"
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He continues to stare on blankly. "Okay... Are there any in this dimension?"
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"Undoubtedly"
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"[b]Fuçk![/b]" he shouts, stamping his boot into the ground. "Is there a way I can get to the pocket dimension?"
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"You'd have to step through a portal"
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"[i]What portal?![/i]" he asks harshly, obviously annoyed and frustrated.
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"The portal that the owner of said pocket dimension creates"
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"How do I open it?"
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"Ya can't"
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"So it just randomly opens?"
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"The owner of said pocket dimension has to open it"
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"So... Is there a way to ask him to open it?"
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"If you see him"
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"But he's in the pocket dimension, correct?"
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"He'll come out eventually"
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"[i]When?![/i]"
