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8/16/2015 8:40:54 PM
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The room fizzles and sputters. The guards' features seem to melt, and they are revealed as androids. The artificial depth systems disengage, and the "CEO" android rises up to ground level once again.
From a closed control room, Crane applauds. He keys the intercom.
[i]That's the last test. Good scoring.[/i]
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"I tend to keep my work clean", Frost says without a drop of his own blood or their blood on him.
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Crane grins. [i]So I see. C'mon. We've got a mission.[/i]
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[b]Frost follows[/b]
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They join the rest of the team in a large hangar, hop aboard a nearby dropship, and take off.
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*Blank sits in the ship, tapping on a data-pad again*
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Crane leans over. [i]What exactly are you doing?[/i]
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*Entire lines of code flash across the screen constantly as she is typing onto a digital keyboard at inhuman speeds. She clearly is too focused to hear you*
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Crane flicks her on the ear. [i]Hey![/i]
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*She jumps, a pistol in her hand before she even lands* "Ow!!" *She notices it's just you and holsters the pistol, sighing* "Whatcha want?"
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Crane snatches the data pad. [i]I'd like to see what you're working on.[/i] He pulls out a cable, sticks it into a socket behind his ear, and shoves the other one into the data pad. [i]Ah. Yes. You have a few coding errors... There, there, and there.[/i] He pulls the cable out and stuffs it away as the sections he'd mentioned are highlighted in red. [i]By the way, your mother came by the other week.[/i]
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*She takes the data pad before freezing* "What did you just say?"
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Crane looks concerned. [i]Your mother came by when we were laid up together. The night before we went through the tunnel. Told me to watch out for you. Said something about kidnappers.[/i]
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"Heh. Like she would ever care about me. That bitch didn't even come to his-" *She stops her train of thought with a shake of her head* "Anyways, she was probably off fighting some kidnappers that were going for one of her boyfriends." *She spat out the last bit with venom, her hatred apparent*
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Crane looks worried. [i]Weird. When she showed up, she seemed really concerned.[/i]
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"She mention anything else?" *Blank is typing again*
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[i]She said you were the last of her children or something like that.[/i]
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"Shit. Shit shit shit. She's going to the War." *She punches the side of the ship, her robotic arm leaving a dent in the wall*
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[i]What war?[/i]
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"The war with the Dark Gods. Not like we humans have to worry about it." *She clenches her fist before releasing it slowly* "And how does she expect me to take it that all my brothers and sisters are gone? That [i]bitch[/i]...."
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Crane throws his arm over her shoulder. [i]Hey, at least you have it better than I do. I don't even remember who I was before I started working here. At least you [b]know[/b] you have a family.[/i]
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"And all of them are dead. You know what it's like to suddenly find out over 100 of your closest relatives are all dead?" *She leans into your shoulder* "And I thought it was bad when my brother died."
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Crane sighs. [i]Well, one of the last doesn't mean "last-last." Maybe there's a toddler somewhere. And if there isn't, just do what I do when I have those nightmares: drink to forget.[/i]
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"Its nearly impossible for me to get drunk. Just like my mother." *She sighs then straightens back up and continues typing away*
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Suddenly, the alarms on their autonomous helicopter begin to blare furiously as the flight passes out over the ocean. A pair of strange missiles is seen headed straight for them. Crane waves off the chopper bearing the other agents, which turns back toward Overwatch HQ. [i]Get back to base! I'll handle this![/i] He smashes open the cockpit door and activates the manual controls as the missiles continue their flight, looping up and over the chopper before exploding just above them in a swarm of electricity. The chopper's engines grind to a halt, and the aircraft enters a flat spin, spiraling towards the water. [i]Aww crap! We've been EMP'd![/i] Crane slams down the chopper's radio transmit switch. [i]Mayday, Mayday, this is Blackjack One-Actual, headed down at coordinates 32-60-35-57 and bearing north by northeast. Blackjack One-Two is returning to base and can confirm. I repeat: Mayday, Mayday, we are-[/i] The water is frighteningly close as Crane punches the master eject control, propelling him and Blank out and away from their doomed ship. Then the rotors shear off, wrapping around Crane's drouge chute and pulling him down with the craft. There is a splash. As Blank drifts down under her own parachute, she realizes that both the chopper and Crane are gone.
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[i]Shit.[/i] [u]Activating low-oxygen atmosphere mode.[/u] *She twists and slices away the cords holding her to the parachute with her phase saber. As she falls towards the water she clips the saber to her belt and dives into the water, swimming down into the dark ocean*
