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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 6:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 7:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 5:05 pm
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Aingel looked at Pryor, smiling, but with a sober look in his mechanical eyes. "There's always a catch, eh? CIA's actually the ones giving us the contract, but they made it clear that this is a black op, and we will have no support from then, on the account that 'they do not want to cause an international incident,' but I saw the writing on the wall: They're half hoping at least one of use gets ourselves killed, to help tie up a few loose ends. This mission will be all us. Now, I have to go talk to Trident for some...arrangements. I want you and the men you're taking to start getting their ducks in a row, so the saying goes, for when I announce that the mission is a go."
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 7:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 7:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:42 pm
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