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Post by Belle Sacramento on Mar 22, 2011 11:35:56 GMT -5
Good. I'd just like to remind you that we're actively trying to bring in killjoys, so if you have the chance please capture rather than kill. Just transmit the coordinates and I'll have someone collect them. Okay?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 22, 2011 11:36:22 GMT -5
*rb* *another long silence* Yes.
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Mar 22, 2011 11:37:18 GMT -5
*Honestly, if I didn't know better, I'd think he was slow*
*rb* Thank you Max. Have a better day.
*I hand the radio back to the woman behind the desk, thank her again, and continue on my rounds*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Mar 22, 2011 19:05:28 GMT -5
*A few hours later I'm at my desk when Max's coordinates come through. He might not be the most talkative employee, but he can certainly get the job done. I put a call through to SCARECROW, asking them to send an agent with some Dracs to pick up the killjoys. They'll use a helicopter since they have so far to go, so they should be back in an hour or two.*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Mar 22, 2011 21:59:18 GMT -5
*I get the memo that the Dracs have returned a few minutes after I hear the helicopter pass overhead. I stack my papers neatly in the corner, then head down to Trite's storage, where they should be arriving soon.*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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