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1/4/2016 2:20:47 AM
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The Empire. Every project, weapon, armor, operation, technological marvel is contained in this cube.
Only 3 exist in the entire universe.
English
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"So... Personal files to?" I shuffle awkwardly "And if so, how much security does it have?"
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Yes, and the security level is uncrackable. By anyone. Even me. Only those of high rank in the Empire have the necessary clearance to open them.
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"That's good. Could've posed a problem for me. My age could've gotten out."
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Pfft. You are really old, you know that? I mean, I'm older, but you... Damn.
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"I'll take that as a compliment."
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Eh.... Alright. Your choice.
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"I'll take it as a comment." My phone rings in my pocket "Yes? Oh, not again. Just kill him and his constituents. It's not difficult."
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You try to intimidating just for us, don't you? Was that even a Mafia call?
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"No, that was real. But you won't believe me regardless. You know Phantom, you'd probably enjoy the crime business."
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I honestly doubt that. Crime isn't really my cup of tea. And I do know what the call was about, since I usually am monitoring subspace waves both incoming and outgoing.
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"Then you don't really care that I just ordered the death of about one hundred people?"
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My body count isn't exactly low.
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I smile and drink "I love this team."
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Yeah. I did too.
