"There was an incident....Greenholm Trynt, an assassination attempt yesterday. Do you have records on it?"
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Olson furrows his brow. He then turns to the terminal to start typing furiously down on its keyboard. After a moment, he leans away from the computer, confused. He glances at you. "No, actually... We haven't heard of that. Can you give us any more information about it to me?"
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The door is opened quietly behind you. A man sidles into the office, adjusting his hat and coat. [i]Don't bother looking, Emory. The files were scrubbed.[/i] Stephenson leans against the wall, then takes a swig from a flask hidden in his pocket.
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((WAAAAT))
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(Muehehe)