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Aaron took off his armor. "Damien, not to anger you, but what if you're the Overseer? I don't think you are, it was just an idea." Aaron shrugged. "Same with Bailey, and same with any of us." He shrugged again. "No one knows who is."
Tom listened to the person who was Simon talk, and laughed under his breath. "Nice try, buddy," he said, "but Avia and I, we're on the same team, and we both cleared Arc over here of any agent role a long time ago. You're the only one unaccounted for by our books, so, you're the Overseer's agent."
He looked over at Avia. Or whoever she was, now, she looked different for some reason. No use holding back now, he thought, not when the game's at its critical stage.
"You walked into the wrong room, sir."
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"Lovely, the players are turning on each other," said Brennan.
Damien glared at Aaron. "Fuck that! I'm not the Overseer or their stupid agent! It might not even be any of us, and this guy is full of shit!"
"Babe... Babe..." Deanna moved toward Damien, trying to hug him. "Help me out here. I'm so lost."
"You and me both," muttered the football player. He grabbed at his head. "Fuck! Why can't I remember anything before a month ago?!"
Horatio ignored the non-players talking and looked toward Tom and Aaron. "Hold on, soldier. What makes you so sure about this? Same team? We mustn't be so hasty in the lion's den."
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