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12/22/2015 5:18:15 PM
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"I'd like to know if one of my teammates knows someone in Venom Inc."
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"Sorry, I don't know anyone around here."
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"Really now? Then how come I heard you and JT talking like you had know each other for years?"
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Edited by Will: 12/22/2015 5:23:54 PM"Because we have. 17 to be exact."
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"Then that answers my question."
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"Yes it does."
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"So, how have you been doing?"
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[i] Lance cocks his head at him.[/i] "Do you honestly care?"
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"Yeah. It's my job to make sure everyone that is on our side, or neutral, to be in good health. Psychologically and physically."
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"Well good for you." [i] He stands up, sheathing his blade.[/i]
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"Something seems... Off about you. As if you've seen someone very close to you hurt, or killed. There's something wrong."
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[i] He chuckles.[/i] "Ok." [i] He begins to walk away.[/i]
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"Well now I have to know. It's not that hard to diagnose people by talking to them."
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"Sure." [i] He gets farther away, his back to you.[/i]
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"If my knees weren't impaled two days ago, I'd probably walk after you."
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[i] He walks off into the forest, the trees and brush covering him up.[/i]
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"Ugh. Damn." [spoiler]End.[/spoiler]
