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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| It is the year 2005. The world is a turmolous place, as can be seen everyday. In this time, there must be those who raise their swords for their ideals. And others raise their swords for money, for peace, or for the thrill. There are always those who raise their swords. Some are mercenaries, some are soldiers, and some are dead. So it has always been.
You, a mercenary, have been hired by a James Endean, a wealthy buisnessman, to overthrow a nation. You will be the generals in his army, and he wants you to not only fight, but to help him plan and prepare. You are to overthrow the United Kingdom to give him a foothold in the world. Name: Age: Nationality: Skills: These are rated by a particluar system of 20 points. You have 20 points total, and can spend them in these catagories. You must use every point, but can leave catagories with nothing. This will be used to formulate a background with me. After posting, PM me with the background you want and I will review it. Close Quarters Combat: Gunplay: Leadership: Technological Knowledge: Buisness Sense: Two main characters: Sir James Manson 30 UK Skills: CCQ: 0 Gunplay: 1 Leadership: 4 Tech. Knowledge: 4 Buisness Sense: 12 Jack Eldridge 22 France CCQ: 7 Gunplay: 6 Leadership: 7 Tech. Knowledge: 0 Buisness Sense: 0 Equipped with Hen & Rooster 5001 Smooth Stag Bowie and Stampede Bisley Nickel. (Last edited by Cairoi on 11-16-05 07:23 PM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5085 days Last activity: 1395 days |
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| Name: Talea Drazel
Age: 19 Nationality: UK Skills: CQC - 14 Gunplay - 6 Leadership - 0 Technological Knowledge - 0 Buisiness Sense - 0 Background-- Talea Drazel. Infamous assassin, born in Britain and raised in China. Under the Shanghai municipal police, she trained in CQC. The combat fighting style used primarily in that region by the entirely female police force. She comes equipped with a PPK/S Stainless VAH38001 and a M.O.D. Nightwing Fixed Blade. She has returned to Britain only recently to hone her skills when she stumbles upon the job offer. She gladly took the offer so she can better advance her skills, and be a part of the rebellious force. (Last edited by Xeios on 11-19-05 03:37 PM) |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6624 days Last activity: 6513 days |
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| Honore Faustine (oh-no-ray faws-ten)
31 France CQC - 3 Gunplay - 6 Leadership - 2 Technological Knowledge - 3 Business Sense - 6 Honorable and lucky - is it possible to have the two together? In Honore Faustine's case, the ability to combine the two had become one attribute that has created this French thief's legendary status. From the bays at Le Harve to the rooftops of Marseille, Faustine had single handedly stolen the over 300 renowed pieces of art and managed to never be caught. His head is currently number one on Frances bounty list, with a price that equals the amount of each painting stolen - nearly over 750 Million french euros. His villa in the french countryside is just above modest, but proves to be a venerable base of operations for his work. An ever trusting, modest man, Faustine is no advocate of loyalty and nobility, but is merely lucky enough to save his own ass along with others. He, of course, had been chased, and that is where his combat skills had come into play, but it is his sense of business and ability to bewilder, confuse, and outsmart the law so many times that has made him a man worth hiring for the overthowing of the United Kingdom. Honore packs a Krieghoff Luger and a set of three throwing knives - he's armed, but not very dangerous. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1177 days Last activity: 1177 days |
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| Name: Christine Duke
Age: 25 Nationality: USA Skills: CQC - 6 Gunplay - 9 Leadership - 2 Technological Knowledge - 3 Buisiness Sense - 0 Crazed and deadly, this brunette bombshell is as destructive as she is beautiful. When she gets into the fight, she loses herself and goes into a frenzy. She's capable of using any form of weaponr, including heavy weapons and vehicles. She's not afraid to charge into the fray when no one else will, and she rarely leaves her victims alive, much to her superiors' chagrin. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| SETTING: Small reserved board room in London. Building property of Sir James Endean Consolidated.
TIME: 1:58 P.M. So there were only 3 here at this moment. Jack was not happy with the turnout. But, his job wasn't to complain. "Hello, all." Jack stepped through the door and looked at them all. They were...strange. But then again, he wasn't very normal himself. His hair was semi-curly and brown, and it reached his shoulders at all sides. He had a gruff 5 o' clock shadow and a handsome face. He wore a weathered brown trenchcoat, a small black shirt underneath and black jeans. He also had on brown boots underneath the pants and black gloves. All in all, he wasn't normal looking at all. He stepped in and hung his coat with a nonchalance about the matter. He held papers in his left hand that seemed filled with information and with almost no spare space about them. He walked to the head chair and sat down, looking at his comrades once again. "Well, I suppose if we're going to be working together, knowing something about the rest of us would be good." |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6624 days Last activity: 6513 days |
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| Quelle heur est ille... Honore Faustine thought as he stood in the middle of the board room, his arms crossed so his white gloves touched the grey pinstripe sleeves of his durable jacket. His arms folded across the Luger which was in the inside pocket to his closed blazer. He tapped at the ground with a black, pointed boot, and his bell cuffed suitpants swayed with his movements. He grimaced over his shoulder, a toothpick loose in his mouth.
Really now, what is this joke... he thought in English. Thinking in the foreign language helped him speak it clearly. He was fluent in English, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese, and his native French. German was coming easier to him every time he heard it spoken. His beard grew fast; it worked well for his game, as disguises were an important part of being a thief in this advanced era. His style was old, outdated, but he thought of it as 'valiant'. Disguises, lockpicks... but nothing fancy, little computer work, and hacking was a complete no go. Even his car was old. As of now, he sported sideburns, with his hair falling below his ears, and over his eyes, curling at the tips. His felt hat sat back on his head. His teeth were yellowing, he forgot to brush. He was hairy, he was French, but he was called upon, so he came. |
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Evo Red Super Koopa Watching you fall brings joy to my heart....  Since: 08-16-04 From: Oregon Since last post: 6120 days Last activity: 6060 days |
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| Name: Evobalthene De LaCendre
Age: 21 Nationality: French Skills: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Close Quarters Combat: 12 Gunplay: 3 Leadership: 1 Technological Knowledge: 3 Buisness Sense: 1 Bio: --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Evobalthene De LaCendre, an orphan since the age of 10, spent most of her adolescent years training to be a master swordsman like her father, or as an assassin, killing out of cold blood. She stood tall and slender, a true gem, not expected coming from the De LaCendre family. She possessed her father's flaming red hair (not orange), and her mother's dazzling emerald eyes. Often times, she used her beauty and seductiveness to get what she wanted out of her prey before killing them : helplessness. After the death of her family just months after her 10th birthday, Evo set out on her own to find the man who killed thim, killing all in her way. As her skills in close combat increased, Evo decided to use them to make a living as an assassin. Her weapon of choice was her father's broadsword, which had a ruby-colored gem embedded in the hilt. The possessed multiple knives and daggers for close combat and a tiny handgun that she chose not to use for the most part. She loved close kills. Although she preferred to work alone and always had, she did have a strong commanding sense about her. She was fluent in French, Italian, Spanish, and English, preferring the Romance Languages to the clumsy mutt dialect of English. *Evobalthene stepped into the board room and flashed a small smile at Jack. She was wiping a red-stained curved dagger clean with a black cloth as she stepped forward. She slid the weapon and the cloth black into place before taking a seat across the table from Jack. She would have looked harmless if she wasn't dressed in a tight black and red ninja-like outfit and decked out with multiple blades.* "So sorry I am late, sir..." *Evo Said clearly* "I had some... er... business to attend to. Took longer zan expected. Eet won't 'appen again." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| "You're lucky I called you up personally, Evo. I know you could have made it in time if you had rushed yourself."
Jack looked at her with a reluctant smile and then turned upon the Frenchman who had made himself known. "I see Honore made it on time. Disguises won't exactly help you as much anymore. Security has gotten extremely tight on the American border and I think they may recognize you." Jack walked slowly to the other two females. One looked grim and serious, the other likely to snap at a moment's provacation. They'd make excellent comrades. "Alright, maybe you others should talk now." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5085 days Last activity: 1395 days |
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| Talea smirked at this new woman, she was trying to take my place, she thought to herself. She wore fishnet stockings and a longsleeve fishnet shirt. Her fishnet glovesfit into the shirt perfectly. And on top of those gloves, she wore leather gloves with the index and middle fingers cut free from both. Revealing the fishnet underneath. She wore a tight, dark red dress. Her legs were crossed, and her dark red heels were visable. She stood at 5'4", and she did not look to be overly powerful. She flicked her straight black hair from her eyes. Which was to her mid back in length, though the front was designed more choppily and short so the hair would not get in her face all the time. it wouldbe a crime to hide her beautiful face. She was a very beautiful woman, Her figure was a stereotype of beauty. She was not rail thin, but she was still small enough to be attractive. Her measurements were 34B, 24W, 35H(Bust, Waist, Hips).
She pulled a cigarette case from her cleavage, and drew a single smoke from it. She ran her hand along her leg, and went up her dress a small bit, reaching past the knife on her right side, and took a Zippo lighter from her stockings.She lit up her cigarette, and replaced the lighter and case.Her red lipstick shone around the edges of her white cigarette. She widrew the cig from her mouth, and exhaled. This would be interesting. Her smile was pure white, they were clean, and looked amazing. Her bright blue eyes shone distincly in the overhead light. "So, Mr. Eldridge, where is our client Manson?" Her English accent flowed through her lips. Her foot began to shake momentarily as she spoke, as if overcome by a second of unsurity.But that went away soonafter she completed the sentance. Though she had ignored Jack's question, she did have an intent to answer it. just not now. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| Jack looked at Talea, unaffected by her appearance. He noticed she had skipped his question. He smiled, this meant she knew her way around the underworld.
"Mr. Manson has requested me to conduct the meeting today, as he has other matters to attend to. Also, Mrs. Drazel, we're going to be working together on a first name basis. Name is Jack." Cairoi thinks to himself about the first step of the plan, the boring part. He'd get to know them much better then what the papers could tell him in time. "So...you still haven't talked, Christine." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5085 days Last activity: 1395 days |
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| Talea nodded at the comment by Jack.
"So, Jack, since we're on a first name basis, you may call me Talea. Well. About myself. I was raised in China. Was a member of the Shanghai Police force, and I left for freelance work. And here I am." She was leaving most of her story out. A summary, not a bible. Kept it clean, and free from incriminating evidence. Any one of them could be a spy. Maybe the one that diguises himself so easily... She pondered who could be a spy, while she smoked the remainder of her cigarette. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1177 days Last activity: 1177 days |
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| Christine glared at her boss under hooded eyes. "Just gimmie a rocket launcher an' a machine gun and I'll be happy. My past is shrouded in ambiguity... or something like that. If want to keep all your digits, I suggest you not pry, and just give me someone to kill." SHe grinned as she pulled out a Pall Mall from her pocket on her tactical vest, and whipped out a pistol, and fired it to light the smoke. | |||
Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!  Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 945 days Last activity: 945 days |
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| Name: The Demon
Age: Confidential (Mid-20s) Nationality: US Skillset: Close Quarters Combat: 7 Gunplay: 4 Leadership: 0 Technological Knowledge: 9 Business Sense: 0 Background: (Read my Soldier of Fortune story, Hacker Assassin, Juice, and The Demon.) Unknown. Believed to have worked for and against the US government. Highly trained CQC assassin blessed with innate knowledge of computers and their systems. Gifted linguist, able to assume the lives of anyone and kill anything either through the networks of the internet or in person. Carries two custom-made, silencer equipped 9mm Beretta pistols supplied with a seemingly unlimited supply of custom-made 9mm rounds each engraved with the letter "X" on them. Always in his possession is a military-grade Toughbook CF-27 laptop computer and a silver Motorola RAZR cell phone. Impeccably dressed at all times, he wears only the finest Armani suits--all black--perfectly pressed and laundered. Black suit jacket, black silk pants, black silk dress shirt, and a white Christian Dior tie. Sunglasses are a must, as he has to hide a pair of solid white eyes--no pupils ever show. His shoes, always polished to a high luster, made of the finest and toughest leathers. He sometimes carries a small, branded Activision messenger bag. Weapons often change to a beautifully crafted Japanese katana or several Japanese kunai (much like Naruto fashion), but only in special circumstances. A black face mask covers his lips and chin. A pair of the finest leather gloves often found their ways into his assortment. It is believed that his government instructed him in several forms of combat and the ancient arts of Ninjitsu. It is also known that he speaks and learns language very quickly, holding a large grasp on Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, Cantonese, English (American and British), French (Canadian and France), German, Norwegian, Castillian, and Spanish. He speaks like a native of each language, making it quite difficult to determine his origin. For good measure, he hardly speaks, but for this assignment, he'll make an exception. For, on previous tasks, anyone whom ever heard his voice never lived long enough to recount their findings to anyone. For this assignment, he has chosen to speak as little as possible, resulting in his primary forms of communications being his cell phone (text messaging and voice-encrypting) and laptop. The room falls silent as the lights above quickly extinguish. When light returns to the room, a man dressed only in black with a white tie and sunglasses sits at one of the previous empty chairs. A closed laptop computer rests in front of him and a cell phone rests on top of the laptop. No one heard or saw him enter. He removes his sunglasses, revealing the eyes that gave him his name--the solid white orbs that make him The Demon. He swallows, and mutters through his face mask in a low voice, "I apologize for my late arrival, Jack. I had...things...to take care of." (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-19-05 09:58 PM) |
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Evo Red Super Koopa Watching you fall brings joy to my heart.... Since: 08-16-04 From: Oregon Since last post: 6120 days Last activity: 6060 days |
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| *Looking around the room at everyone after the demon-looking man had entered, Evobalthene sighed to herself. "Great" she though "We have a hooker, a magician, and someone who seems to have something shoved up their ass and wanting revenge..." She kept her face stone-frozen as she thought this, finally looking back at Jack with steady eyes.*
"I am sure you know much about me... Jack. You would not have called me here unless you knew something. And I do not know whatever else it is you wish to find out." *Evo brushed a wavy strand of her ruby red hair back from her face, revealing a slightly curved scar just below her left eye. The scar, although unexpected, seemed to tie all of her features together. She placed her slender hands on the table and laced her fingers toghether, pursing her lips together, waiting for someone else to speak next.* |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| Jack felt the lights flciker on and off and instantly noticed The Demon. He chuckled. Always so mysterious...the paragraph on him desribed him well.
"Well, everyone's here. No more need for small talk. Our objective is to effectively take over the United Kingdom as quickly as possible. You each have skills that can be contributed to the gathering of an army and launching it. Each of you are now a considered general. We have have to buy arms and supplies, hire soldiers, plan the attack, hack the capitol's security mainframe and disable it, then defend it and then secure the perimiter. It's going to be amazingly hard, but by looking at you all I think we might be able to do it." Jack thought to himself for a moment. He needed to articulate this in English. "We can basically divide you into two groups: there are combat-oriented, and then monetary or technological-oriented. Basically, I wanted to figure out which group you'd rather be in, as the group you are placed in will determine what you'll be doing the next month or two." |
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Evo Red Super Koopa Watching you fall brings joy to my heart.... Since: 08-16-04 From: Oregon Since last post: 6120 days Last activity: 6060 days |
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| *Evo blinked at Jack and her lips parted a little while she pondered his last statement*
"I am... obviously more trained in combat. However, I do not care which group I am put into. Give me a job and I will do it." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5085 days Last activity: 1395 days |
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| Talea smiled about the hooker comment. She found a piece of paper and pen on the desk and began writing. She spoke softly while she wrote.
"I'll do either, but combat is more for me. I can draw up some rough defensive plans. In my...occupation...I learned where any assassins or attackers would most likely penetrate defenses. But the first major obstacle is aquiring a location and using it to our advantage." She continued to scrawl on the paper and finished shortly thereafter. Her eyes looked across the table.She leaned back in the leather business chair and finished her cigarette. "On this paper, are some rough defensive structures that militants have trouble getting around. Surveilance cameras, with sound included. Turrets, lots of them. Floor traps. And especially confusing building plans. We'll need anti-aircraft, since the military works solely in that nowadays. And some hostages, that way they won't just bomb us." She sighed and awaited the words of another. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6624 days Last activity: 6513 days |
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| "Keep me on the business side of things, but call me if you're in need of taking anything. We've already got assasins, but it looks as if all they can take is lives. I have a way for so many things..." he snaps his fingers, "... I can steal the hat off the pope's holy head and even God won't see me do it."
He tapped his shoes "IF... by any chance, we need to retreat, this place would not be very safe to run to. I have a home in France. It is close, but secluded. We can make it if you can follow me fast enough." He looked around the room. Such beauties; brawns and brains and a mix of both. Lucky him, he was quite debonair. At least he thought so. He thought with a grin and his hat tipped forward on his head: "Angels and demons, all in one place. C'est la vie" . He took the toothpick from his mouth and flicked it into a garbage can. He was ready for anything. (Last edited by J. Literal on 11-20-05 07:04 PM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5085 days Last activity: 1395 days |
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| Talea liked the idea of using a small home as a retreat post. they could take the chunnel between Britain and France. Hmmm...
"I just got an idea. We should speak with Britain's enemies, and make them our allies. We don't want total war against only us. They could send us some elite soldiers, and we could offer them a stake in this global domination quest..." Talea was showing her military brilliance. She was always one to strategise. And she was one of the best at devising war plans, it was only a shame that there were so few wars in this day and age. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 945 days Last activity: 945 days |
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| The Demon glanced at the scrawled plans across the table and smirked underneath his face mask. He replaced his sunglasses, and opened his laptop. In an instant, plans of the entire country downloaded to the computer. He closed the laptop, and stood up placing the cell phone in front of him, open and on speakerphone. Through the cell phone, a muffled, altered voice spoke out:
"We all have our talents. Your plans apply to the standard mercenary, and for that I applaud you. However, I'm a highly trained computer specialist, and a highly trained deadly assassin. Where you place me is up to you, for I can handle myself in any situation." "The question here is, how well do I work in a team setting? I don't. But, for this, I can make an exception. Unlike everyone else in this room, I was able to enter a room that was sealed behind three feet of stainless steel, protected by seven electromagnetic locks on four different circuits, and motion sensors designed to pick up even the slightest motions of a person breathing. By all accounts, no person without authorization should have been able to enter the building. I, however, got into the room with no signs of how I did it." "And, I could have easily disposed of everyone in this room. So, your decision, Jack, lies on where you want to place me. Should I walk the lines between both groupings, or shall I concentrate on one or the other? The decision is yours." He paused to secure the laptop to his back, and picked up the cellular phone, "Please let me know as soon as you know for I have certain entities I must dispose at the moment. You know where to find me," he closed the cell phone, nodded towards the room full of people and walked towards the sealed door. Before anyone could unlock the doors, he placed an ungloved hand on the center of the door. A surge of bodily energy instantly shot through the door instantly and audibly unlocking all seven electromagnetic locks. The door smoothly slid open. "There is no room on this planet that can keep me out or keep me in. There is no computer on this planet that can keep me out or keep me in. There is no man, woman, or child on this planet that can keep me from my objectives." He whispered through the mask. |
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