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8/8/2015 2:17:30 AM
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[b]*Chelovek is air dropped into the city by an Mi-8. He leaps, skydiving toward the city with an AK-74 on his back.*
*He pulls a parachute, landing in an alleyway.*
*Immediately, he dives into the crowd, though it will be nearly impossible for him to blend in easily.*[/b]
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The action is recorded by a man in a black suit, who begins to follow Man. [spoiler]See, I figured out what it means.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I said what it means when I introduced him.[/spoiler] [b]*Chelovek continues walking while weaving through crowds*[/b]
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The MIB tails him, and a black helicopter passes high overhead.
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[b]*Chelovek begins moving faster, almost running* *He runs past a food cart and shoves it over*[/b]
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An APC, recognizable as a black M113 of the Cold War era, cuts off the soldier as he races into a side street. Soldiers in antiquated uniforms, wielding Cold War weapons and black gas masks, rappel down from the buildings on either side of the street. [b]Hold it! We've got some questions for you.[/b]
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Edited by Master Chief: 8/8/2015 2:58:57 AM[b]*Chelovek freezes, then unzips his Chemsuit to reveal a bulletproof vest with several blocks of C4 wired to a detonator in his glove*[/b] 10 pounds of Composition 4 plastic explosive, 500 .30 caliber pellets. Don't try anything funny. Now what is this.
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A soldier with Lieutenant's bars on his sleeve steps forward. [b]We lost 30 good men last night. They called you for help, gave the proper clearances. You denied your own organization's existence and hung up. So we wanted to take you to see what we fought, so you'll understand.[/b]
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Wrong. They had no clearances. Even if they did, we did not have the resources. I'm not even from this planet. I don't trust you. I don't trust anybody. Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to. Or would you, your friends, and this city block like to be terminated?
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The Lieutenant laughs. Behind him, the soldiers begin to board the M113. [b]Alright, alright. We get the message. By the way...[/b] [i]We aren't from around here either. [/i] The troops disappear as suddenly as they approached.
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[b]*Chelovek zips back up his suit, and continues hurriedly walking*[/b] Damn them. Now I'm probably going to be late.
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