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 Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 9:47 am
 K i S s ME where the petals ::FALL:: like snow Janie sighed and plopped down in a chair close by. "Yea, I figured. I wonder what'll happen though. Prob'ly won't be pretty." She took a deep breath and shook her head. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, and stared at the tiles on the floor, allowing herself to think for a few moments. It had happened so quick...she had taken quite a few shots at the thing as it was running, but almost all of them missed. The ones that didn't hit in places that wouldn't do much damage.
She shook her head again, her eyes closed this time. At the motion a few clumps of hair fell over her shoulders and into her face. "I hope he's not too harsh about it. Not like we didn't try, right?" She shrugged, knowing that would be no argument against what happened. She closed her eyes again as she thought of what the demon could have done, and could only pray that it hadn't hurt anyone. She knew that was the only reason Amon got so upset about it. You let a demon get away and who knows what they go off and do? But it wasn't like it hadn't happened once or twice before. They were great at what they did, all of them.
Not many people would think of her as the type to be good with something like that but most people in the business knew the truth. She was very strong for her build...often working out in the gym for hours. She was always quick on her feet too, and good at dodging attacks. Her aim had been off that night though...she wasn't sure why. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly in an attempt to relax.
It had only been a few quick moments, but her thoughts had seemed to take forever to her. After finally getting all of that thought through she nodded softly. "That is pretty strange. I hope he's not thinking up some extreme punishment to go along with the bitching we're gonna go through."
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 11:50 am
Jason had pulled out papers from one of his locked drawers and was looking back and forth from them to the screen, making notes on both the computer and on the paper at the same time. Of course neither of these notes matched, and anyone who looked at Jason's work always wondered how he managed to get anything accomplished with such scattered notes. His new invention he hoped, would be able to alert the hunter's when a spirit was nearby, the symbol on the wrist band would change colour according to what type of spirit it was. That way, he hoped the hunters would have a little more awareness as to when something was near by. The main problem that he was having was trying to figure out how the molecules in the air would change depending on the type of spirit. He'd probably have to ask one of the info finders that question and hope that at some point they might be able to give him a hand. This was one of the rare times that Jason hated being cooped up in the basement all day and not out with the hunters on their watch.
It's not like he could give the hunters a device that would monitor the air change, they had their own problems to worry about while on their missions. Of course, he didn't ask to go with them, or else he'd be something that they'd have to take care of, and worry about, and they didn't need a distraction like that. So, with a sigh, Jason contemplated what to do and even though he had tried to do some research of his own, it just wasn't being able to get done what with fixing weapons and now this. He'd need to ask for some assistance, but that in itself would come once this storm was settled with.
As he was writing he heard the sound of footsteps against metal, then the sound of the door opening, allowing Jason to know that someone was arriving. He didn't jump at the voice as it barked the question at him before he could even turn around to see who it was, however, he wasn't expecting that voice to be Bran's. Looking up from his work, he wheeled in his chair to face his boss, who didn't seem the least bit happy, not that he blamed him.
"So it wasn't one of mine then?" he asked first, relief washing over him briefly. It was comforting to know that it was not one of his weapons, though the fact that it was still a creator's fault didn't completely erase the guilt.
After a moment Jason cleared his throat, "He hasn't been down here since I got in, sorry Bran" Jason said. "How much trouble are we going to be in?" he asked quickly, not wanting Bran's attention to divert too much, as long as the man was down there, Jason figured he might try to get a picture of what the Creators were going to be in for.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 5:56 pm
Amber had taken her time leaving the building, walking across the street, and stepping into the small pub for a drink. She stepped out now, only a few minutes later, with a cup of flavoured cappuccino in her hands. She always got this rather sweet drink, flavoured as French Vanilla, to wake her from her long hours of work. Now she made her way back across the deserted street, cup in hand, towards the building she had spent the night in. She pulled out her ID card, swiping it as she had done many times before. As she stepped inside, she smiled to Alec. "Hello again, I'm back." He gave her a warm and friendly smile. "Always the cheery one, aren't we?" He jested. She had made it a habit of always greeting Alec in a friendly manner, as she preferred getting along with her coworkers, rather than false kindness or simple tolerance. "Oh, don't you know it." She winked at him as she slid her bag with her laptop in it over to him. "You want to check this, too?" She held up the drink, laughing softly. Alex shook his head, an amused smile on his face. "Not unless that is some special coffee." He laughed along with her as she stepped through the detector. As always, it remained silent with her. She took her bag and waved to Alec, then headed towards the elevator.
She pressed the button and waited while the elevator descended to her. As she waited, thoughts crept into her mind. Now that she was cleared from her drowsy state, at least slightly, she could think about all that had happened. The night before had been a complete disaster, and she dreaded the lectures to come. She almost wish she hadn't gotten the drink, allowing her sleep deprived state to dull the anger which was sure to hit them all. The ding of the elevator sounded and the doors slid open. Amber stepped inside and turned around, pressing the button to her desired floor. She wasn't exactly sure where to meet everyone, so she figured it would be best to head back to her own floor.
More thoughts flooded her mind as she waited in the elevator, the music that played only causing her to slip into a more detatched state. She had been up all night, trying to track down the lost demon, but to no avail. She had, however, come across traces of other entities. They didn't seem to be too friendly, either. Amber often referred to the less threatening ones as 'friendly', for they did little to no harm. The ones she had found, though, were all of the higher levels, causing a great deal of anguish. She had spent long hours tracing over files and documents, following the paths left by these entities. It had been long and hard work, but she knew what good it would do to get these things off the streets, and out of the public. They caused too much damage and strife for the populace, and they had to be taken care of. As the elevator stopped on her floor, she heard that repetative ding and waited while the doors slid open once more. She stepped out, her laptop bag thumping against her side slightly as she moved. She stepped into the room and headed over to the computer she had previously been at. She sat down, placing her cup off to one side, and flicked the screens back on. Her previous searches were still there, waiting for her return. Her eyes skimmed over as she focused on her work once more, figuring she had a bit more time to kill before the meetings.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 10:53 pm
Vivian glances over to the other woman, who’d she’d come to enjoy working with. Really the Hunters felt like a family to her. They all cared about each other, saw the same sorts of weird s**t and lived through many situations that would probably cost a regular Joe his life. That really made them a tight group and very successful at what they did. She nods her head slightly at the words, in agreement. Of course they would be getting into some serious trouble for their slip up last night. They made mistakes, but it wasn’t often and it didn’t usually cause them to lose the target.
“He’ll just say we didn’t try hard enough, but I don’t think we could have done more. We’re only human after all,” Vivian replies after collecting her thoughts on the subject. She knew Amon and Ezekial would be hot about the mistakes but they couldn’t blame it on their effort. It was just a bad night and nothing more, at least that is how she felt about it. Bad more so because it nearly cost her, her life and that probably was going to make this worse. “Sorry, if I had been more focused, I could have easily moved out of the way and not put myself in danger like that, this wouldn’t be nearly as bad.”
At the sound of Amon’s deep irritated voice a few moments later Vivian nearly spills what was left of her coffee. She glances over toward his desk to see his imposing figure standing before it, watching them in return. “Speak of the devil,” she whispers just loud enough for Janie to hear her before raising her voice to allow Amon to hear her as well.
“I made a mistake and well it nearly cost me, luckily it would have been myself and not one of the other Hunters. As for my D-W, I didn’t feel it was necessary to call her out for only a Level 3 demon.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 10:54 pm
:: Bran Jenkins ::
“No, it wasn’t one of yours,” Bran answers with a shake of his head leaning back against one of the tables near him as he eyes Jason. His Creators were all very eccentric in their abilities and habits. Yet Jason had always left Ban feeling, curious. The way the young man worked and kept his information left the man itching for some organization, but Jason always seem to be on the money with whatever he was working on so he never questioned him about it.
“Well I’m not one hundred percent sure,” the man answers in a soft voice, he wasn’t one for speaking very loud but when he did people seem to listen. “I can say we are probably in the same boat as the Info Hunters, they screwed up too. If only Scott had checked up on that gun before they left, then this wouldn’t be happening. You do a regular check on your work I hope.” It wasn’t that he liked trying to tell his Creators how to work, giving them freedom usually netted new ideas but sometimes he just had to push them in the right direction.
“By the way, what are you working so diligently on?” He asks approaching Jason’s work area. There was little point in dwelling on the meeting, it would happen when it happens, and whatever goes on during it will just take its course. There is nothing he could say or do to change what has already happened. He just hoped Scott and Asakin reported in soon, he did not want either of them missing from the meeting.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 4:20 pm
Jason listened to Bran, never diverting his eyes from that of his bosses. Bran was a good man, he left them to their work and normally only stepped in when he thought that they might need a bit of direction. He was also normally very defensive about his team, especially when he had worked with them a long time, that being said, Scott was new, so Jason wasn't entirely sure what Bran would do with the kid.
At Bran's mention of the Info Hunters getting in trouble Jason frowned, trying to think of what it was that they did. Then he remembered, the schematics, the entire reason for the mission had not been there. This had been a mission where every department had screwed something up, though he doubted the Hunters would get blamed, they did their job, and properly so. A silent sigh filled his head, this ws going to be a long day.
He listened to the rest of Bran's speach and when he questioned Jason about checking up on everything Jason sunk in his chair a bit. He was normally good about everything, he would check up on the stuff after the Hunters got back, or before a new mission if he didn't have time to check it then. Nonetheless he also always asked if their were any equiptment problems when they got back the next day, and if there were he would get the weapon and bring it down and give it to whomever made it. Course, there were some times that he wasn't able to do that, too busy on new projects, or repairing other things; it didn't happen often, but he hadn't been doing it 100% of the time.
Slowly, Jason parted his lips, "Not 100% of the time Bran, but I ask about weapon malfunction when they get back, always. It's just, every now and then I don't get the chance to double check" he said the last part weakly, he knew it wasn't really an excuse. Luckily though Bran changed the topic quickly.
Looking at his notes, then back to Bran he took off the wristband and handed it to his boss. "See the symbol, I'm trying to make it so that it glows whenever a spirit is around. Different colours for different types, colours matching those on the weapons already so as not to confuse anyone. Only thing that's holding me back is trying to figure out how the air changed when a spirit is around, where we don't catch any, it's difficult to monitor or... test really" he said finishing. He figured it'd be best to give a quick basic summary of what it was going to do rather than get into all the technical elements, even though Bran would understand, it just made life faster and easier.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 5:24 pm
Tearing, ripping, h a t i n g you,
Desecrating, massacring, it's nothing new.
Scott stood there for several moments and bid a hasty retreat when he spotted Amon's imposing figure. That was the Hunters' problem, not his. He had Bran Jenkin to report to and that was honestly enough for him. Not that Jenkins wasn't nice, but the man could be intimidating when he wanted to be. To be truthful, "the Kid" hated it when people were too uptight. He understood the need to be serious about death and the act of saving people, but there was so much to accomplish and why kill yourself everyday?
He found himself in front of the Basement again, and without a single thought as to what would happen if it was indeed his instrument that had caused such damage, he walked in. "Hey Jenkins, Jason." He greeted cheerfully enough, an odd contrast to Jason's normally anti-perky manner and clipped words. Scott looked more like a surfer back from a wicked wave than a Creator working to prevent deaths at any rate. Maybe he was trying to glean some happiness from his job, maybe he was looking for a way to enjoy that youth people his age were supposed to, maybe he was trying to lift everyone up.
"So, what's up? I thought that there might be a meeting after yesterday, but I didn't see Boss anywhere and at least Vivian looked alright. By the way, the gun was mine wasn't it? I screwed up, right? You can yell at me, I know I've deserved it."
In the Black Thirteen, everyone was too busy trying to shove the blame on someone else, trying to clear their own name. Scott hated that feeling of having people look out for their on necks first. It was so selfish, so thoughtless and undeniably brutal. Like dog-eat-dog. Maybe this world was like that, where you had to step on someone to live, but he'd like to imagine it wasn't. He'd get chewed up, yelled at, maybe get taken off the team for a mistake like that (and deep down, he had a gut feeling it was really him).
But what did it matter? He'd pick himself up, suffer the humiliation that came with messing up (they were only human after all, and humans were made to screw everything up). His only regret would be endangering a life, but as for his pride (and here, he'd ask himself what need was there of pride?) he could care less.
God, this tension. It killed him inside.
Was this what it took to 'do well and succeed'? This brutal weight?
So be it. He'd show them that he could take it with a smile on his face and laughter on his lips. He was young, yes, but that reflected nothing. Nothing at all.
Animals inside, we kill to survive,
Burning our souls and h e a r t s to stay alive.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 7:38 pm
:: Amon Reznor ::
Amon pushes himself away from the desk approaching the two women. “I guess maybe you need to rethink such tactics in the future. Even if it was your own life you put at risk it was still a risk that shouldn’t have happened. And as I recall you also put Viktor at risk trying to save you,” he reprimands in a deep voice knowing Vivian wasn’t completely responsible for the mess but she could have handled it better. “And why didn’t you report to the Creators that your gun was messing up. It could not have just suddenly jammed on you; there are usually other issues that come before a total failure like that.”
He turns his attention to Janie seeing the woman had remained silent. “Care to tell me how many wasted shots you took? What happened to your aim? And even better than that where was your whip? You could have at least caught it before it could escape. Now the Info Hunters have to hunt that damn thing down again before he can take another shot to get it off the streets. Of course who knows the number of victims that will fall pray to it before then?”
Amon sighs; he didn’t enjoy giving these rebukes or demanding his Hunters to account for their actions. Yet even if he doesn’t Ezekial will, it wasn’t like the man to be shy about telling them when he was not impressed with their work or that they better shape up. Not that he saw anyone losing their job over this incident since it isn’t the first of its kind. Just that they are few and far between so like always it gains attention and is dealt with.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 7:39 pm
:: Bran Jenkins ::
Bran gives his head a shake at Jason’s answer about not being able to do a check all the time. He wasn’t really expecting them to spend half of every single day checking that stuff. For one thing they didn’t have missions’ everyday. “It’s all right, as long as we check them before and after missions there is little reason to check every single day,” he says as way of answer to his head shake before focusing his full attention on the little gadget Jason was working on.
“Sounds interesting and would probably come in handy,” he replies taking the wristband and examining it. “Hmm, yes I can see how such information could be hard to gain through just paper trails. Maybe I can talk to Amon about getting you out on one of the low level missions. Nothing like field research to get the ball rolling,” he says wondering what Jason would think of the idea. He trusted that on a low level hunt the Creator would not get in the way and need to be really watched, making it perfect. Of course Amon always hated having anyone tag along with the Hunters, but Bran would get him to see reason.
Bran hands back the wristband at the sound of the door opening. He glances up to see Scott come in the young man was cheerful as always. He gave a nod in greeting still having not worked out exactly how to deal with this situation. Bran finally sighs as Scott asks point blank about the gun and if it was his. “Yes there is going to be a meeting, and soon I would guess,” he answers before sighing. “Yes, Scott, the gun was one you modified. I won’t say all the blame falls on you; I just wish you’d done a check on those weapons before they’d left. I’ll leave the yelling up to Ezekial.”
He didn’t like yelling at his Creators, he knew yelling only ruffled feathers and that led to less creativity and production. When someone is being sore about getting an earful they tended not to focus on their work and that could have dangerous consequences.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 4:15 pm
The phone had rung, and the other end had picked up indeed. There was no doubt about it, the other person on the line was Samatha Riley. She could place that voice anywhere. However, she was a bit hesitant with the call. Could she actually tell her boss that she was going to ditch the meeting, and go off and pursue a creature that almost killed a hunter? Sure, right? No, that was idiotic. Even though she was so gungho about it, she knew that it was not her place to hunt down the thing. For all she knew it could still be there, and she did not even have a gun. What kind of person would go off like that? Well, on a regular day she just might, but not after the events of last night.
"Hi, Riley," she always called her boss by her last name, just a form of habbit perhaps, "this is Ashley, I am so sorry to tell you this, but it looks like I am going to be a little late." She cringed to think what Riley might just do to her, of course the head boss struck more fear into her. So she tried to smooth over her reasoning, "I was tracking down the demon that escaped last night," pause for a little intrigue, "I got a little lead on it, and I am going to be heading back to show it to you guys. Perhaps it'll give the hunters another chance to strike back, surely that was good enough, but she had to make sure her freedom was sealed, "if not I also have another lead as well."
There she said all she needed to, hopefully two leads would ensure that she would not get pinched for missing out on the meeting, after all she would only be gone for another half an hour to an hour max, right? But it all really depended on how she responded.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 1:36 pm
:: Samantha Riley ::
Sam instantly recognized the voice of one of her more wayward children. Of course Ashley would be off trying to do things on her own. Yet on a morning like this it was not a good time for such dedication. Sam had to smile at that thought, but pushed all of that away when she spoke into the phone.
“Late will not cut it today, there is a meeting that cannot be missed for any reason. Where are you? Never mind I don’t want to know. What I do want, is you, in front of my eyes in ten minutes, and I will not take any excuses today.” She says in response to the woman’s excuse for not being there and after getting the words out she hangs up and turns off her phone so as not to have to deal with any arguing.
As the elevator door slid open Sam steps off and leads the way down the hall and around the corner. As she approaches the door to their little home she slips her phone back into her purse. Using her hip she pushes the door open and steps inside. Her green eyes quickly take in the room and spot her unaccounted for child, Amber, sitting in front of one of the computers apparently deep in her work. “Morning,” she offers to the woman hoping to gain her attention. “You’re here early, wait don’t tell me spent the entire night here.”
Really the dedication of her children was almost scary on some levels. Honestly who would want to spend the night in front of these computers in this rather dismal office? There was little to make it feel comfortable and homely. Maybe she should do something about that, get some decorations in here or something, give it a woman’s touch. Since it looked to have surely been designed by a man.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 6:17 pm
Laugh those petty troubles away,
I've more use to run than to stay.
There was an almost infuriatingly calm aura about the young recruit, something that said he cared very little about being yelled at, that he was going to do whatever he deemed appropriate for the situation regardless of anyone else's opinion. It wasn't insubordination, but it wasn't exactly meek submission to Jenkin's words. Running a hand through his shock of platinum blond hair, Scott let his lips curve into a half smile (a jester's smile) and brushed past the older man to his work station. "Not enough time, I barely managed to finish checking Viktor's gun much less Vivian's. Janie wasn't even a possibility. Viktor's gun had a trigger issue, the whole thing was jammed and I had to empty the chamber and rewire the inside completely." He paused, laser-like blue eyes penetrating as he rewound the memory in his head.
"I'll see what happened to Vivian's gun after the meeting. I have a hunch about it and my gut's telling me it won't be pretty." His tone was oddly serious for one of those rare times, a flicker of worry passing almost undetected through his eyes. But just as quickly as that moment had occurred, it was gone again, submerged underneath layers of relaxed feelings and easygoing manners. "Well, Jason, what are you working on? I heard you guys when I opened the door, but I didn't quite catch everything. I bet it'll be a really wicked invention. You've got an impressive imagination." He said this with only admiration in mind, having seen the way the other man worked diligently at his tasks.
Of course, his words were serving as a distraction from having Bran look to deep into his momentary lapse of thought. After all, it wouldn't do to have too many questions asked this early into the game.
I'm hiding in the dark, taking it slow,
Catch me if you c a n, see if I'm friend or foe.
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Romantic Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 10:40 pm
 { Memories could always fall apart, leaving the past behind.
Does this one want it to be the same? Returning back to the Disasters could be... }
The sound of a rolling cart entered the room, especially since the metal door opened to it. It was being pushed in a gentle but firm manner by a rather tall man, making sure that the movement was constant and only gradually slowing the cart next to one of the tables along the wall. The male that performed such a duty looked upon a 3-feet long, 1 foot wide, and 2 feet tall aquarium with crystal clear water, where two Koi fish swam within it freely. Though they seemed to be vibrant, healthy and active, it was a complete contrast when compared to the man.
Once the cart was settled and locked into position, the man took off the large black trench coat that he wore. When he did so, the clothes upon him was not his normal clothing, but comfortable stay-at-home clothing. He had a sleeveless black shirt and blue jeans on, but the skin that was not covered show paleness, evidence that he hardly goes into the sun, which is reasonable since most of the people in the departments knew him as one that overworked and never went out, only at night, giving his nickname (which he wonder if anyone remembered) "Nightwalker" a few years ago. His black hair was usually unkept, but the disorderliness was merely a few strands sticking out of his tied straight hair. Around his neck were necklaces with keys attached to them, as well as a silver cross on a silver lace.
He yawned then placed everything down, even placing books on the currently sealed aquarium and took out his laptop from his black case. Moving over to the center of the room, where the four tables were, he settled himself there and pushed aside some of the blueprints that he was doing earlier, replacing the spot with his laptop. Pressing the 'on' button, Asakin folded his arms behind his head and looked over to Scott, and Jason, the other to Creators, as well as Bran. His expression was near-blank, as if he was too tired to even conjure one up, but it was more serious than anything, especially with how the dark eyes stared back through black-rimmed glasses.
Once his computer was on, he checked his email, read over the message that was sent through the people, and then looked back at everyone else, Scott for the majority of the time.
"It looks like we're in a bit of trouble. We should head on out. I was just gone for a small rest break and needed to get my aquarium in here. I hope Mr. Fitheal will comply with that."
Asakin just shrugged. Though he hardly talked and it was direct most of the time, he did not enjoy placing the blame on any of his co-workers, especially since it's been identified that the weapon that had almost killed Hunter Vivian was Scott's. He will at least accompany the man to their leader. He would provide more, possibly a conversation, but isn't like that, just like Jason was at times it seemed.
But this calm man grinned and chuckled before standing up and stretching his arms once more into the air. He yawned then shook his head, despite the hour of the day.
"Anyways. What's up?"
{ ...A Way to feel what used to be, those Memories that need to be completed, to be felt
and to be remembered. But could we return and continue what had lasted? }
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 6:47 pm
Vivian felt rather chastised by Amon’s words. Of course she really hadn’t had a choice about her DW, but she wasn’t going to tell Amon the real reason her DW hadn’t appeared to aid her. That would just get him angrier, since she’d not said a word when her DW had vanished a week ago. So she would just take his reprimand and suck it up as if it had been the truth. Yet weren’t their lives always at risk when they went out against these creatures. It wasn’t like any of them, except the Level 1 were harmless. So she’d gotten a tiny bit careless and not realized she was standing in front of the only exit out of the room, not that that was a bad thing. At least she’d had a chance to keep it from running off.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if she’d only put her own life at risk, but by nearly getting Viktor killed saving her it was like she suddenly became a clumsy idiot who had no place doing this sort of work. Not that Amon would think that, it was just the kind of comparison Vivian felt was appropriate for her tiny carelessness.
“I didn’t notice anything wrong with it on the previous mission, so it didn’t really cross my mind to get them to check it,” she answers knowing her response would probably just get her in more trouble, but it was the truth.
A little sigh escapes as she wonders how the up and coming meeting was going to be. If Amon was this testy then she almost hate to think was Ezekial was going to be like. That man was even more protective of them and he hated when they slipped up, even if such slip ups were just human nature. Maybe they should get some robots in here to do this, then there wouldn’t be things like this, human error would not be an issue anymore. Of course the whole reason they don’t get machines to do it is simply because they need that human factor.
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