Narrows
Junior Experiment
We have nothing to fear but fear itself. And Jase.
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Post by Narrows on Jun 9, 2009 3:48:24 GMT
Rich smiled politely. "Yes. I've been told that Jase did a rather poor job of upholding the high standards we keep so dear. I'm glad to see that he's been removed." Rich took a seat. "I'm willing to grunt work if necessary." Rich replied. "I'd prefer something less messy though. It'd be a shame if I died so soon after being brought back." He indulged in a chuckle.
The man sat forward. He didn't expect to be questioned about his cloning. "I've only been around for a day or so. Jim and Carl were kind enough to fill me in on how everything's been going downhill since my death. I haven't heard many details though, just the broad spectrum." He sat back, trying to recall his own death. "I remember locking myself in a room... The details escape me. The experiments had escaped, and one was after my blood. She got through the door, and tore my throat out if I remember correctly. I may be wrong though, memories don't form well when you have no time to think." He laughed rather light-heartedly for discussing his own death. "After the total numbing and blackout, I don't recall anything until the point when I was released from the cloning chamber." He paused, as if going to add more, but didn't. "Anyway, enough of this grim talk. When can I start?" He grinned.
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Post by Rae on Jun 9, 2009 10:18:17 GMT
-- Rook Lancet
"Woa." Rook blinked, shifting back to her human form, her wings still standing proud from her back as she grabbed hold of Evie's tail to stop her chasing after butterflies. This was her new favourite sport. Apparently they tasted like dust, and why that was good Rook still hadn't got her head around. Besides, eating any animal out here was usually a bad idea, since any one of them could be an ally. But that wasn't what had made her stop. For a second she regarded Jesse, a familiarity in his face drawing in a little too close for comfort. A slight frown crossing her pale features as she looked him up and down, those piercing amber eyes so testing and skeptical. She let go of Evie's tail, not really thinking too much any more. "What's your name?" she asked, her slight bristolian twang finding it's way out of her voice and into her words for a fraction of a moment.
-- Carmella Bravanucci
The radio crackled, and from the other side of the kitchen she heard a voice. Just a slight voice that she would not have picked up had there not been a hush in the conversation. It cut through the thick Italian like a knife, a gentle English she had thought had been a dream. "Carmella, it's me." She froze, turning on the spot, her long black hair flicking against her shoulders as she stared across the line of piza ovens to the crackling old thing in the window. "Jack?" She frowned, dropping the plate into the sink where it shattered on top of another. "Carmella I've been looking at your charts, and they've been doing this wrong. Your coma is shock-induced, not infection, and I'm going to change your medication. I want you back Carmella. I love you..." She vaulted across the stainless steel counter top, the radio beginning to lose signal. "No... no DON'T GO!" she shouted, grabbing the stereo from the sideboard hysterically grabbed from behind as she did. "Carmella! Avete fatto questo tre volte! Siete licenziato." The chef grumbled, grabbing the young woman's thin arm and prying the radio from her fingers. "No..." She whimpered, dragged from the kitchen and thrown into the corridor of the seaside hotel, a little plastic bag of lire thrown after her. "Non ritorni." The man said sharply, slamming the kitchen door in her face. She stood for a moment, rather shellshocked, facing the closed door, the bag of coins clutched pittifully in her fingers as she turned away, unwrapping the apron from around her waist and throwing it to the floor. So... she was in a coma in 2009. A coma... and it had sent her here. To 1989. She was going to find this a little difficult to get her head around. She growled, aiming a good hard kick at a terracotta potted lemon tree, then regretted it. If this was 1989, she knew where she wanted to be. She'd earned enough for one flight. Just one.
-- Jack Lancet
The doctor entered the little room, the open window letting the sun fall across the sleeping beauty lying there so perfectly still in the clean cotton sheets, surrounded by the machinery that bleeped and rang out around her head. He brushed her dark hair out of her eyes, and sat down, looking more tired than ever. "Carmella, it's me." he murmured, a smile on his face bringing a little more youth to his features as he examined the young woman's own visage, her incredible beauty still remaining after so much medical trauma. He pulled the clipboard in his hand up onto his lap, and turned the pages. "Carmella I've been looking at your charts, and they've been doing this wrong. Your coma is shock-induced, not infection, and I'm going to change your medication. I want you back Carmella. I love you." He said softly, taking hold of her intact fingers and running his thumb over the back of her hand. "If I do this for you, you have to wake up for me, okay? The USASI aren't patient people, they'll pull the plug on you if you don't wake up soon and I can't risk losing you." He said, his voice shaking as he clasped her fingers, clustered tears starting to form in his blue-green eyes.
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Post by Agent X on Jun 9, 2009 18:17:15 GMT
Duncan sat down and sniffed at the objects, pushing each one to the side. HE didn't know what to say. Or how to feel. HE just at there, staring down. Mentally he called out, "Dream? I need you..."
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Post by Max on Jun 9, 2009 18:53:57 GMT
" G-good to m-meet you as well ," Murphy said, stutter suddenly becoming more noticeable. His head was resting on his hand's, face turned toward the sky. He enjoyed just laying on the grass, feeling the breeze and listening to the sounds around him. He felt an ever so gentle breeze run against him, opening an eye to see how Elliot was doing trying to shift. Murphy was surprised how quickly she had managed to pick it up. He pushed himself up slightly, tugging his shirt down a bit before standing up and brushing his back off. " I'm g-guessing you haven't b-been injected t-that long ," Murphy said with the smallest smile.
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" Yeah, it's good to be back here. Such a lovely place to relax and just fly around in ," Pandora said, knowing she would be smiling if she wasn't in a form with only a funnel for a mouth. Her wing's flapped every now and then, keeping her a float in the air, her tail occasionally flicking. It was truly marvelous to be around here, the wind was just perfect for flying, it didn't get too hot and was never that cold. It was just...amazing.
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Post by Rae on Jun 9, 2009 19:45:58 GMT
-- Elliott Cartwright
"No, about... a day?" She said, running a hand through her untidy reddish-brown hair, casting a glance over her shoulder as she came to terms with her surroundings. "I was in the lab I was... I was trying to find my brother I had his files and the guards tranquilised me." She said, running a hand over her arm as she looked up through the canopy of the trees. "I guess they treat their employees just as well as they treat their test subjects, hey? What with kicking me out here, Carmella being in a coma... They have it almost as bad as we do." She shuddered, sidding down in the sandly leaf litter. "So how did they rope you into this?" She asked, her tail flicking back and forth behind her ears.
-- Moss McKeith
"You're Pandora, right? Your genetics are pretty distinctive, to be honest. Not many butterfly dragons round, really." He laughed, tossing his head and cantering alongside her, his pheasantine wings beating in time to his pounding hooves.
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Post by Jo on Jun 9, 2009 20:40:47 GMT
Zack frowned as he looked Lance up and down, tail flicking unsurely behind him. “You’re welcome,” he said bluntly. He padded past Lance, clearly not interested in the lad. “You might wanaa be more careful in future,” he added shortly over his shoulder. “After all, those killer beasts you sent to attack us can be slightly temperamental,” a growl rolled through his throat. He couldn't stand the AU, and couldn't stand Lance even more, whenever he had met Lance, Will had been there to keep the peace. Zack was half regretting scaring the liger off, maybe he should have let it finish Lance off. But instinct wouldn’t let that happen now, would it? Stupid instinct. Zack started to mutter under his breath as he slinked away in his leopard form, leaving the wounded lad in the open, he could already see the vultures circling over head.
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“Well, when you put a lunatic in charge, what do you expect?” Corbin said, shaking his head lightly. “Although the man who replaced Jase didn’t do any better of a job and I was assured that his head was in perfectly working order, well, until they put a bullet in it anyway.” Corbin shook his head at Rich’s offer to do grunt work. “Oh no, we could hardly put your experience and expertise to simply grunt work. I mean, technically you never left the USASI, you didn’t quit and weren’t fired, all deceased employees stay on our records. There’s no need for you to work your way up through the ranks again.”
“And you came straight here?” it was more of a statement then a question. Although it made Corbin frown at the though, that this man had only been alive for a day or two and yet was here on a remote island wanting to work for the USASI again. But Corbin knew how this job took over everything else, it went beyond morals, reason, you became a different person in this job then you be at any other. “Twilight,” Corbin confirmed Rich’s memory. “She’s still around, by the way, somewhere on the island, or possibly in the lab by now, so I’d watch out for her if I were you.” Corbin couldn’t help but wonder why those two men had brought Rich back, he had been dead for two years, why bring him back now? Still, he could find that out at a later date. “You will need to go through a physiological and physical evaluation before you can start work again, we’re not completely sure of any side effects that might be instated from the cloning process.”
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Jesse frowned at the sudden change coming off of Rook, just when he though she had relaxed something seemed to have caught her attention. “Jesse,” he said with a frown. “Jesse Lancet,” he added and he watched Evie, now free of her mother, he couldn’t help but smile. “And you?” he asked, his eyes darting back to Rook. He ran a hand through his brown hair, rubbing the back of his neck unsurely under the woman’s amber gaze. He was unsure of the whole situation, there seemed to be so much history with the USASI that he was just starting to understand, someone had already been shot and he hadn’t been here that long.
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Narrows
Junior Experiment
We have nothing to fear but fear itself. And Jase.
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Post by Narrows on Jun 9, 2009 21:38:03 GMT
Rich laughed. "Yes... After so many years though, I have yet to meet a man that hasn't lost at least a portion of his mind to the job. It's quite a handful to be in charge of such a vast program." He looked surprised, no one could be worse than Jase. "Who was the lucky bastard to be put out of his misery?" Rich asked. Sure, the leaders of USASI were hated, but by the average numbers, Jase should still be in charge, not a third man. He spread his hands and grinned. "I'm not in a position to complain about jobs. I just want to get back to work and finish up what I had started. I'll need a new identification card also. Mine is outdated, the machine wouldn't accept the thing." He pulled out his official USASI ID card from his pants pocket. It was a surprise that it was even saved. "And if you have no scruples about letting me skip my way ahead of the lower positions, that would be great." He grinned.
The man didn't seem to detect the difference between a question and a statement, that, or he didn't care. "Yep. As soon as I was prepared, I was on my way. It's not like there's any experiments in New York anyway." He toyed with the card like a bored child. "I could always whip up a new batch, I suppose, but why buy new toys when you never played with your old ones?" At the mention of Twilight's name, Rich smirked, his cold eyes flashed. "Ah, yes. Twilight... How could I have forgotten such a charming name?" The man's smirk broadened. "I'll be sure to heed your advice and keep an eye out for her." He added. Snapping out of his daydream, the smirk faded. "Yes, I'm quite aware of the standard evaluations. I can assure you though, that I'm in tip-top condition. If you feel as though it's necessary, though, I'll go along with them without complaint."
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Post by Rae on Jun 10, 2009 10:24:43 GMT
-- Rook Lancet
Lancet. She didn't need to know any more, she'd figured it out. She said nothing for a moment, simply watched him, then cast a glance over her shoulder at the scampering young cheetah skidding through the sand, turning on a spurt of speed and dashing off after the butterfly, before taking to the air, pouncing on it and pinning it to the floor. "EVELYN!" Rook growled, the use of the child's first name indicating she was in trouble. Evie stopped, moving her paws as the little white butterfly frantically flew off. She lay down patiently, the dark glance from her mother enough to let her know she should behave. "I'm Rook." She said, deciding she should be civil. He looked like her dad... just like her dad. The same facial features sat there. Maybe it was just her keen avian vision, she picked it up where other people would not. She was good with faces. "You've just come out of the house of fun, then?" she grinned, her serious expression breaking for a moment as she nodded towards the lab. The man in front of her was her brother, and she still hadn't really got her head around that. Maybe if she kept him talking she'd be able to break it to him gently.
The thing was, it wasn't so much of a surprise any more. She'd discovered her sister again by chance, who was to say that she couldn't have a brother. THe hope started to give her something of internal warmth. The older sibling she hadlost may return somewhat. Of course he would be no substitute for Emily, but a guiding hand wouldn't go amiss.
-- Jack Lancet
A machine started to sound, and Carmella's head jolted sharply with a pained expression. Through the cotton of the sheets around her hips, a bloody pool began to form. No... she couldn't have been... "Out of the way." The medical team entered, quickly tending to the cause of the bleeping, the nurses and doctors clustered around Carmella shrouding her from view. "Sorry Jack but you're gonna have to step outside." One of the nurses said, shepherding him out of the door, and closing the blinds with an appologetic glance. Just before the door snapped shut he heard the word that confirmed his fears. "... miscarriage..."
He didn't have a clue. Neither did she, he imagined. It was too early to tell by any standards but still. Why now, when she was doing so well? When at any moment she would be able to wake up and everything would be fine? Another thorn in his side, another setback, and a colossal blow to his conscience. He'd just lost a child... and if this continued he would soon loose Carmella as well. She had to wake up.
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nick
New Experiment
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Post by nick on Jun 10, 2009 11:12:59 GMT
Isidore stood, alone, watching the island in from of him. so this was where he would now exist, well so be it. His back arched, as fur burst through his skin, re removed his jacket and shirt, this throat expanded and the wolds face grew, not a full wolf, more of a wolf man, he stood and released a roar, black bat wings burst through his back, placing his clothes in his clawed bat foot he took to the skies, beating his powerful wings.
he saw the island in front of him, the beach bellow, it was green, forested, a lab seemed to be on the other side, with various buildings. He released another roar, then dived into the jungle, folding up his wings as he fell then landing on his feet, once again as a man.
He dressed quickly and started to walk, with no real mission, just to see what he could find, hopefully his roars would have done what he wanted and brought forth some people, if so his bat ears that he had kept would hear them first, or if not then they would be so skilled they probably would have found him anyway, so he lost nothing by making their job easier.
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Post by Rae on Jun 10, 2009 11:20:07 GMT
-- Loretta Bravanucci
She had been enjoying the sand, being a desert creature. In Los Angeles vacant sand had been rather hard to come by. The green scaly mammal ran through the sand to the edge of the trees, blinking as a shadow cast across the sun, into the trees. Some sort of enormous winged creature. Well that was unusual. She guessed, now they were isolated, those that could fly would be more likely to take to the skies. She trotted into the trees, her pangolin snout snuffling through the earth for a second, before she re-assumed her human form, the young Italian girl, her hair pulled back into a bun, her attire close to what you would expect from a holiday-maker. white flip-flops, denim shorts and a pale green t-shirt. She'd lost Leon on landing, and that annoyed her.
Then again, there was someone through the trees. She pressed her odd clawed fingers on the trunk of a pine tree and peered around the side, catching sight of the person who had flown over her head, a grin forming on her slightly crooked teeth. "Hello?" She called, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she stepped a little further into the clearing, her hazel eyes curious.
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nick
New Experiment
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Post by nick on Jun 10, 2009 14:12:19 GMT
Isidore's bat hearing had allowed him to hear the girl moving toward him far in advance, which gave him time to hide his bat ears, to check his outfit, he always liked to make a good first impression, although with his out fit things could do either way depending who he met, he tended to dress like a 'goth' leather trench coat, lots of black, although in reality he may well have been chav or a punk or a nerd before his accident, but he knew what he liked, which the good think about losing your memory is your forget all the rules that society has, you can wear all black and it doesn't seem odd, so he did.
Anyway, he stood ready, as the girl said 'hello' to him. He smiled and replied, usually he would have felt worried, he didn't like meeting knew people, but he had heard her coming, this was a meeting on his terms, although he didn't really know what was going on, or where he was, he felt slightly secure 'I'm new.. i mean i just arrived.. here, where is here... umm yeah hello.'
Ok well he didn't sound secure, damn, he sounded like a lost and worried child, so much for being cool, well it didn't matter that much, he needed a friend so it was probably best not to be something your not to the first person you meet.
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Post by Rae on Jun 10, 2009 14:34:41 GMT
-- Loretta Bravanucci
Loretta couldn't help but laugh a little, heading closer to the guy as she cast a glance up through the trees. It was useless looking for a chameleon boy in a forest, which was a pain in the arse. "It's okay, I know what it's like to be new." She said in her thick Italian accent. "You are on the USASI private island." She said, casting a glance down at the ground for a moment, pulling at her ponytail. She pulled herself into the tree behind her, sitting on a low hanging branch and crossing her legs. "What is your name?" She asked, tilting her head to one side curiously, her expression inquisitive.
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nick
New Experiment
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Post by nick on Jun 10, 2009 17:05:21 GMT
'I'm Isidore Magnus. what is your name?... wait the USASI have an island? what are they going to do to us here? how many of us are there?'
Isidores head buzzed with questions, he remembered little of his time in captivity, rooms, labs, cages, images but little real fact, apparently it was due to his accident, it had taken time for his brain to be able to make long term memories, or something like that. Either way his idea of being secure was gone, he'd known it was a island, and he had kind of guessed it was the USASI that had captured him, but he hadn't been sure, it could have been anyone, he hadn't really spend any time with other mutants, he had always been the freak, the one weirdo, although he had heard the news about them in LA and other areas he had never looked for them, never seen any, suddenly his world had become far more apart of this strange mutant world.
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Post by Rae on Jun 10, 2009 17:13:33 GMT
-- Loretta Bravanucci
"Enough of us." She said placidly, her legs swinging back and forth like a slow pendulum. "I'm Loretta. Loretta Bravanucci." She said, untying her hair and re-doing her rather affected bun, this time trying to include every strand of her wayward dark hair. "And they have an island... bases in pretty much every country. It would not surprise me if they did have a lab in space... or on the moon." She said, her grammar a little off but hey she got there, it made sense. She couldn't help but laugh a little at his rather obvious insecurity. They were always the same, the new ones. "Did you just get injected? Don't worry, the police aren't going to come down and get you. Nothing's going to eat you we are like family." She said, shrugging. "If a little... crazy." She resumed picking at the back of her claw like hand, the peeling scales not quite so used to the heat yet, and it was that time of year when she molted, meaning highly unattractive flaky situation. No wonder Leon wasn't around, it was a blessing really that he didn't see her flaking.
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nick
New Experiment
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Post by nick on Jun 10, 2009 17:20:10 GMT
'Oh no i was injected, years ago, as far back as i can remember, which for me isn't very far, its just that they didn't hunt me, i guess i ran to far and to fast, i was left alone of years, it wasn't until i was spotted, it wasn't until i blew my cover...' Isidore trailed off, his hand held his bible in his pocket, all that remained of the priest that had helped him, the only real person Isidore had known, and now he was gone, that truth was still taking its time to sink in.
Isidore coughed to try and pretend he hadn't trailed off 'anyway what have we got in terms of living area? do i need to build a log cabin or something?'
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Post by Rae on Jun 10, 2009 17:28:04 GMT
-- Loretta Bravanucci
"I dunno. I don't know where the others are, I lost them when I arrived." She said, a slight sadness in her voice as she picked at her claws. "If you want you can build a log cabin I guess. I just sleep in my animal form where it's cool in the trees." She said, swinging her legs onto the branch next to her, wrapping one arm around her latino tanned knees, continuing to examine her odd hands.
"I suppose you didn't want to be found, so you weren't. USASI Are good at tracking people down, no matter how far you run." She said softly, turning her hands over in front of her face, with mild curiosity. "Unless you have ant DNA and you hide in the sahara desert. Even then they may still find you. I reckon we're all chipped."
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nick
New Experiment
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Post by nick on Jun 10, 2009 17:35:25 GMT
'hmm maybe they were just busy with you guys and let me be, maybe i have someone watching over me. Anyway doesn't it make sense to have a camp, something you can defend, a base. Like they didn't bring us here for the fun of it, they want us, which probably isn't for our benefit.'
Isidore looked around the forest, it had been peaceful before, but now he considered where they were, camera, traps, anything could be around them, watching them, this is a USASI island, its not safe.
'why don't we leave? someone must have fish DNA or something, we could build a raft, staying here cant be safe.'
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Post by Rae on Jun 10, 2009 17:54:29 GMT
-- Loretta Bravanucci
Loretta laughed, swinging her legs back down over the edge of the branch to allow them to pendulum back and forth once more, a steady grin now fixed on her face. "For someone with big ideas you miss the crucial point. This is not a half-brained company, mister Magnus. They have boundary control all around this island, not far from the coastlines. They tried to escape before and it never went well. Here, they've truely got us. There's nowhere to go but here. And like I said, I think the main group might have a camp. And if they want us to form civilisation, why would we do that? Isn't that playing into their hands?" She said with a devious grin, losing her flip-flops as they dropped into the sandy leaf-litter.
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New Experiment
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Post by nick on Jun 10, 2009 18:11:43 GMT
'so we do nothing? sit and get a tan and then wait for them to come and kill us, or experiment on us some more? yeah hmm let me think about that, no, i don't think waiting around is such a great idea, i see us as having 3 options, escape, defend or attack, you say we cant escape, fine, we can still defend or attack, what makes you think they want us to play civilization? i think sitting in the dirt is probably playing right into their hands and even if it is, i feel safer behind a wall of my making then sat in an island of their making. '
Isidore turned and started walking deeper into the forest 'I'm going to make a base, or a something, from what i saw there looks like a clearing by that river, i good place to build a fence and use the river to cut off 180 degrees of attack'
Isidore was happier now, although some what disturbed by the lack of interest this girl Loretta had in security, this was a war, but at least he had a mission, something to do, it might mean nothing in the end, but better to die on your feet then tanning in the sun!
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Post by Rae on Jun 10, 2009 18:20:06 GMT
-- Loretta Bravanucci
Okay that annoyed her. She jumped down from the branch, and all five foot two of her stormed through the trees after Isidore. She hated people turning her back on her. "Hey! Mister Ego, who the hell do you think you are turning up here and deciding you can run things the way you want to, ey?" She snapped, turning in front of him, the tiny Italian woman giving it the full fury of her family. It wasn't just Carmella and Malvolia who had bite. "We have been together for years, okay, you have been here one day, probably not even that so I think you will find yourself rather low on the food chain round here. Trying to make yourself high king won't win you any friends so if you want to find out what this island could do for you then stop with your condescending comments and go and find Will." She said, her ferocious side a little stronger now than it had been before. She can tolerate the fighting and back-biting, she can cope with being shot at and pulled about and tested on, but being taken for a fool was the one thing she could not stand. "If you build yourself an empire then you bring about the full force of USASI to pull you down, and you will die." She said sharply. "I've seen enough friends fall."
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