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1/13/2016 9:57:20 PM
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"No." Vlad says still against the wall with his records. He quickly turns it off and slips it into his pocket. "Are you in Fireteam November?"
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"Yep. Jakob, code name greyhound."
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"Cool. I'm Vlad and well. I practically am studying to pass my exams and that. My nickname would be Vampyre but I'll never get into combat. I was gifted with a strategic mind." Vlad says a little awkwardly.
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Edited by bludhuney: 1/13/2016 10:11:12 PM"Cool." Vlad turns to the armoured guy. "Not me. Him. As if I would."
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"My code name is...Fenrir. I do not share my name unless I know you."
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*A man in a large suit of armor enters the elevator.* "Hello. Fireteam November?"
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"Hey, always need a strategy. Unless your me who's plan is grab a shotgun and improvise."
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"Good plan. I prefer a sword personally."
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"Hey, it's all preference. So, you need to get up further? Or you just wandering?"
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"Just exploring. Have you seen that new prisoner? The one with the two guards who refuse visitation even to the highest ranking members?"
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"I got in."
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"Did you? Well, who was in there? Some uber-demon? A notorious assassin or mercenary [i]not[/i] aligned with the Fireteam?"
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"No. You'd be surprised what a few blank magazines can do."
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"And what does that mean?"
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"Just a little scare. Hey, we're good now."
