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7/16/2015 6:01:54 PM
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The Cloaked Ones file in.
"Look, we know you need food. But our people need their soldiers back, even if they're dead. There's more than enough Stratos soldiers for you to take. They don't live here. We do."
English
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*A generic office is what the door opens to, a desk set into the middle. A woman sits behind it with her feet propped up on the top of the desk* "I can't do anything about the bodies, but we can give back the dog tags."
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The Cloaked Ones nod in agreement. "That'll be fine. At least they'll go to something. Nice to do business with you." Upon receiving the dog tags, the Cloaked Ones suddenly disappear, leaving behind a bag of the strange coins.
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*She shakes her head, watching them sneak off* "They are really terrible ninjas. Even I can see them without effort."
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The Cloaked One on the end halts. "It's not on purpose. If we move too fast, it just happens. We don't know why."
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"Use it to your advantage. That's all the advice I can give."
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The Cloaked Ones exit. "We know. It's all we can do."
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*The old man from before opens the door as you walk out* "Please, do come again and get some coffee."
