" were supposed to be assassins. whos going to believe a fox girl killed someone. im pretty sure the chip is going to contain a termination of some kind."
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His mind pondered over this thought for a while. He didn't really have a distaste in killing. Maybe it was the mixture of his animalistic instincts and his aggression that made him think this way, but he didn't really care if he killed or not. He felt that his task in obeying the commands of the military may have gotten slightly easier. However, it was the obeying orders that really irritated him, and the termination that the chip might contain will have him constantly to be aware of his actions, so not to overstep his boundaries. His questionings with the commander had given him a feel of where he could push, and where he could not.
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Amy visibly perked up when Jasmine removed her gag, but she was aware that although talking was useful at times, her brand of seemingly endless chattering wouldn't help at all in their current situation, so she puffed up her cheeks with air so as to prevent words from coming out. She gave the older girl a thumbs-up as a sign of thanks, or perhaps as a sign that once they got off of this death machine, Amy would yammer all she wanted.
She listened attentively to the conversation that Jasmine and Kyoya were having. Assassins? she wondered, just as talkative in her thoughts as she could be out loud. All I have is impenetrable skin. I'll probably be an awful assassin. Liam has the tongue, which is one of the weirdest abilities I've ever seen, but he's got the mind for the job, at least. She was set on edge by Jasmine's comment, though. Termination?! Oh, crap! Are they going to kill me if I talk too much, or if I mess up the entry test? There's probably an entry test, at least, and I'll probably mess it up... Her thoughts continued on in this manner, since she didn't think she had anything of value to say.
Liam, of course, was also listening. "Kyoya -- that is your name, right? I think so -- Kyoya's got a good point," he commented. "We'd just be extra soldiers for the military, only we'd need extra care and feeding because we're growing teenagers. And as hard as it is for some people to believe --" he glanced pointedly at Jasmine -- "I do agree that everyone involved with trafficking us should be char-broiled in the eighth circle of Hell. However," he went on, "perhaps the military is getting rid of their normal soldiers to make room for us, or clearing out some space in some other way." He stopped there to listen to what the others had to say, and raised an eyebrow when Jasmine speculated about a self-termination mechanism within the chips. He rolled over a little to the side and looked up at the ceiling, wondering about the possibilities. If they killed off their precious super-soldiers, he thought, wouldn't they have cleared out all that room for nothing? He kept this to himself, so Kyoya and Amy would at least tolerate him. Jasmine, of course, had become a lost cause a long time ago.
Suddenly, the helicopter gave a small lurch, then a bigger one. It shook a little on the sides, then went downward, with pressure on the bottom of the craft. Amy couldn't contain herself any longer. "We've landed!" she blurted out. "We've arrived somewhere! I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but we just landed!" She seemed anxious to get off the helicopter, for better or for worse.
"Oh, finally," Liam said, exhaling. A smile slowly spread across his face. He didn't care if they were heading to their doom; all the subjects here had practically been playing shuffleboard with doom since they were brought to the HRF, so ending it here wasn't so bad. And if this place turned out to be better, that would be even more favorable.
She listened attentively to the conversation that Jasmine and Kyoya were having. Assassins? she wondered, just as talkative in her thoughts as she could be out loud. All I have is impenetrable skin. I'll probably be an awful assassin. Liam has the tongue, which is one of the weirdest abilities I've ever seen, but he's got the mind for the job, at least. She was set on edge by Jasmine's comment, though. Termination?! Oh, crap! Are they going to kill me if I talk too much, or if I mess up the entry test? There's probably an entry test, at least, and I'll probably mess it up... Her thoughts continued on in this manner, since she didn't think she had anything of value to say.
Liam, of course, was also listening. "Kyoya -- that is your name, right? I think so -- Kyoya's got a good point," he commented. "We'd just be extra soldiers for the military, only we'd need extra care and feeding because we're growing teenagers. And as hard as it is for some people to believe --" he glanced pointedly at Jasmine -- "I do agree that everyone involved with trafficking us should be char-broiled in the eighth circle of Hell. However," he went on, "perhaps the military is getting rid of their normal soldiers to make room for us, or clearing out some space in some other way." He stopped there to listen to what the others had to say, and raised an eyebrow when Jasmine speculated about a self-termination mechanism within the chips. He rolled over a little to the side and looked up at the ceiling, wondering about the possibilities. If they killed off their precious super-soldiers, he thought, wouldn't they have cleared out all that room for nothing? He kept this to himself, so Kyoya and Amy would at least tolerate him. Jasmine, of course, had become a lost cause a long time ago.
Suddenly, the helicopter gave a small lurch, then a bigger one. It shook a little on the sides, then went downward, with pressure on the bottom of the craft. Amy couldn't contain herself any longer. "We've landed!" she blurted out. "We've arrived somewhere! I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but we just landed!" She seemed anxious to get off the helicopter, for better or for worse.
"Oh, finally," Liam said, exhaling. A smile slowly spread across his face. He didn't care if they were heading to their doom; all the subjects here had practically been playing shuffleboard with doom since they were brought to the HRF, so ending it here wasn't so bad. And if this place turned out to be better, that would be even more favorable.
Jasmine smacked her head against the wall. Of course the simple order of staying quiet was too hard for amy. Of course the guard came back when he heard amy talk. "How did you get out of that." He looked at the rope and saw that it was cut. He then checked his belt to find his knife gone. "Which one of you has my knife"
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Liam's smile vanished when the guard showed up. Amy's continual chatter was beginning to get on his nerves, so he could see why the guard would come back for more. However, he couldn't help but feel smug towards the staff member's confusion, so he kept quiet about who had taken his knife. Although the idea of snitching on the den mother was an entertaining one, it didn't serve any real purpose and would most likely make things worse for everyone in this unlikely group.
Amy, predictably, stared up at the guard with wide eyes. "I didn't take it, sir," she told him, her voice shaking with apprehension. "I never took your knife. Why would I want a knife? I would be punished if I did, and I probably wouldn't be able to use it for anything. Once we get out, we'll have bigger weapons so we can fight in the military, and a knife wouldn't do much good in the first place, and, and--"
"Amy," Liam cut in. His tone was calm and didn't sound annoyed -- in fact, it sounded almost friendly -- but something about it stated that the 17-year-old meant business. "Can it."
Amy looked down. "Sorry," she said to the floor, not sounding very sorry.
Meanwhile, the guard shrugged. "Oh, what the hell," he said with a roll of his eyes. "The metal detector sorts that stuff out. If you pass, you win a free electric collar," he told the teenagers with a shark-like grin. "Anyways, we're here. Youngest first." He knelt down and undid Amy's ropes, then took hold of her wrists and hauled her roughly towards the helicopter exit. Liam struggled to look up, and caught a glimpse of other guards leading 13- and 14-year-olds.
Amy, predictably, stared up at the guard with wide eyes. "I didn't take it, sir," she told him, her voice shaking with apprehension. "I never took your knife. Why would I want a knife? I would be punished if I did, and I probably wouldn't be able to use it for anything. Once we get out, we'll have bigger weapons so we can fight in the military, and a knife wouldn't do much good in the first place, and, and--"
"Amy," Liam cut in. His tone was calm and didn't sound annoyed -- in fact, it sounded almost friendly -- but something about it stated that the 17-year-old meant business. "Can it."
Amy looked down. "Sorry," she said to the floor, not sounding very sorry.
Meanwhile, the guard shrugged. "Oh, what the hell," he said with a roll of his eyes. "The metal detector sorts that stuff out. If you pass, you win a free electric collar," he told the teenagers with a shark-like grin. "Anyways, we're here. Youngest first." He knelt down and undid Amy's ropes, then took hold of her wrists and hauled her roughly towards the helicopter exit. Liam struggled to look up, and caught a glimpse of other guards leading 13- and 14-year-olds.
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Kyoya was wrenched from his thoughts as the helicopter jolted. He immediately focused on the guard coming toward them and listened in on the conversation, not wanting to join in because he felt he shouldn't get into unnecessary trouble yet. However, at the mention of the electric collar he felt hot anger boil up inside him. As the guard hauled Amy off he called out in anger.
"What the hell do you mean electric collar?! This wasn't mentioned before!"
"What the hell do you mean electric collar?! This wasn't mentioned before!"
Jasmine didnt have time to hide the knife. She watched as liam and kyoya got taken out the chopper. Then the commander stepped in front of jasmine. He undid the restraints that held her to the chopper. He then escorted her out the chopper. Thats when she saw the metal detector.
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Kyoya was struggling against the grasp of the military guards forcing him along. He was unprepared for what was to come, and he was worried about what was going to happen to Jasmine. He yanked one arm free, turning to see if Jasmine had been able to get rid of the knife, and judging by the look in her eyes, she hadn't. The guard roughly snatched his arm forcing him to face the metal detector again.
after kyoya went through the metal detector. she knew it was inevitable she just accepted her fate she stepped in front of the metal detector and it went off. the guards rushed over to search they obviously found the knife. a minute later a guard pulled out what looked like a shock collar for dogs except amped up and placed it around her neck. it had a complex locking mechanism. "how do you like it. its indestrucable." angered by his comment she lunged at him, only to get brought down by the shock collar. she bit her lip to keep from screaming, blood began to run down her chin. "nice isnt it, we can control you with the single push of a button."
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Kyoya lurched around upon hearing the electric shocks. His eyes widened when he say Jasmine in pain on the floor. He roared in anger and lunged at the guard.
"You damn bastard! What gives you the right to inflict pain upon others?! Im going to send you straight to hell!!"
The rage and venom in his voice was uncontrollable and fearsome. He fangs were aimed at the guards throat and were quickly coming to its mark.
"You damn bastard! What gives you the right to inflict pain upon others?! Im going to send you straight to hell!!"
The rage and venom in his voice was uncontrollable and fearsome. He fangs were aimed at the guards throat and were quickly coming to its mark.
the guard quickly held up the button for jasmines collar. "i wouldn't do that unless you want her to hurt more" jasmine braced herself for another shock from the collar
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Kyoya landed on the ground inches in front of the guard. His body was shaking with anger. His ears were laid back flat against his head and his tail rapidly swished from side to side. He eyed the button intensely. Looked back at the guard, waiting to see what would happen. His body was tensed to strike if anyone tried to touch him. He laid his eyes back on the button.
the guards picked up kyoya and carried him into the barracks jasmine got up and followed, knowing too well what would happen if she disobeyed. once inside the barracks the restraints were taken off and the guards left. jasmine sat in the corner pulling her legs to he chest.
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Kyoya kicked the door angrily.
"Dammit.. I hate these bastards…"
He sat down against the door. All of the fight seemed to drain out of him almost immediately.
"Dammit.. I hate these bastards…"
He sat down against the door. All of the fight seemed to drain out of him almost immediately.
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Once Liam got through the metal detector, he couldn't help but look behind him towards Jasmine. Oh, no, he realized. They found the knife. His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed Kyoya yelling at the guards. If the den mother hadn't made it past the metal detector without earning herself a shock collar, the results for both her and all the other subjects could be disastrous. Jasmine had been a source of motivation for the subjects who had stuck around long enough to get to know her, as cheesy as it was and as much as he hated that. To see her in that state would be devastating to the 15- and 14-year-olds that had looked up to her, and it could have demoralizing effects that would make things harder in the long-term. A sharp elbow to the back of the head soon reminded Liam that he needed to keep moving, so he walked obediently with the guards that were grabbing onto his arms. It was pointless to resist, he reasoned, until later on in this train of events.
Amy, being more towards the front of the line, was brought inside a large building. "Wh-" she began, but a look from the guard at her side stopped her in her tracks. She decided to Whoooa! mentally instead as she took in the seemingly endless barracks. How anyone could build something that long was a mystery, and it fascinated her. All the fascination left her when she was gently pushed into one of the rooms, though. Captivity tends to do that to a person. She stared with an empty, almost haunted look in her eyes at where the guard had been seconds before as the door closed and locked in front of her.
Liam, meanwhile, was also being herded into the barracks. He would occasionally glance at the walls, the ceiling, and the other subjects that had been taken here in the past, making a mental note of his surroundings. He, like everyone else, was placed in a room. However, he noticed that right before the door was closed, a paper was slipped into his quarters.
Dear Sir:
We have become aware of your past at the HRF. Your cooperation with staff there was truly remarkable, especially considering your position. It was almost as if you had real authority.
In light of this, we are graciously offering you a position as a tactician, rather than as a normal soldier or assassin. You will have command over the formations and actions of your peers as they attempt to take the land to the west that is rightfully ours. It will not be any less noble than being on the front lines.
Please contact me with your reply.
Signed,
Anne-Marie Ash
Commanding General
Liam crumpled the neatly printed letter into a ball and shoved it into a corner. Although a part of him wanted to stay out of the actual fighting and instead call the shots, he just wasn't sure if he should do that. He would rather forget about the request entirely.
Amy, being more towards the front of the line, was brought inside a large building. "Wh-" she began, but a look from the guard at her side stopped her in her tracks. She decided to Whoooa! mentally instead as she took in the seemingly endless barracks. How anyone could build something that long was a mystery, and it fascinated her. All the fascination left her when she was gently pushed into one of the rooms, though. Captivity tends to do that to a person. She stared with an empty, almost haunted look in her eyes at where the guard had been seconds before as the door closed and locked in front of her.
Liam, meanwhile, was also being herded into the barracks. He would occasionally glance at the walls, the ceiling, and the other subjects that had been taken here in the past, making a mental note of his surroundings. He, like everyone else, was placed in a room. However, he noticed that right before the door was closed, a paper was slipped into his quarters.
Dear Sir:
We have become aware of your past at the HRF. Your cooperation with staff there was truly remarkable, especially considering your position. It was almost as if you had real authority.
In light of this, we are graciously offering you a position as a tactician, rather than as a normal soldier or assassin. You will have command over the formations and actions of your peers as they attempt to take the land to the west that is rightfully ours. It will not be any less noble than being on the front lines.
Please contact me with your reply.
Signed,
Anne-Marie Ash
Commanding General
Liam crumpled the neatly printed letter into a ball and shoved it into a corner. Although a part of him wanted to stay out of the actual fighting and instead call the shots, he just wasn't sure if he should do that. He would rather forget about the request entirely.
jasmine made a ball around her with her tails. more than anything she just wanted to be left alone. she was sad that here she couldnt do anything to protect the younger ones. she slowly drifted to sleep in her tails.
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Kyoya felt as if he had finally been defeated. He looked around at the door he was sitting against. It seemed impenetrable by any attack he could do. He let out a deep sigh. A sound of doors opening and shutting rang in his ear as more kids were placed in the barracks. He felt his anger coming back. He wasn't ready to be broken yet, he just had to wait for the right moment.
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Age: Unknown, but he appears to be in his early twenties.
Personality: Nym is seemingly apathetic to the suffering of others. He is not averse to disposing of those who get in his way and is not easily intimidated, usually speaking to others in a very direct and arrogant manner. He cares little for others, and simply considers people to be "toys" or "tools" he can sacrifice in order to get what he wants.
Biography: Nym does not usually talk about his past, mostly because he believes he was born a mistake. As in that he should have never been conceived. His mother was already dead when he came into the world, and so was he, nearly. He had only a faint heartbeat, the doctors said, in the throes of an unknown disease that was not visual to anyone who simply glimpsed at his small body. This disease was of the flesh eating kind but it was unusual in the way that while devouring his body, it also suffocated him, pulling him down into death's core with every passing second. A miracle would save him, they said. And so, his mother's body discarded and himself swathed with antibiotics, the medicine having stilled the deterioration of his brain, the doctors decided that he would be better off dying a slow and terrifying death. That was when a man came to him. He was the president of a company formed to 'save lives' and apparently Nym was their first example, their poster child, the baby who lived with a medicine they produced. That man adopted him but only to keep him around as a breathing slogan. He did not have the greatest life as a child, especially when he was taken to a Human Research Facility (HRF) to continue his treatment. The company his adoptive father was affiliated with turned out to be a product of the government's need to test newer medications and experiment on the youth of society in order to develop super-soldiers. The years flew by and the experiments transformed his body into that of a ghoulish figure; his face drawn, tattoos covering nearly every inch of his body. Growing up in the HRF, he seeks to destroy the very thing that allowed his to live: the government.
Abilities: Nym's body possesses the ability to regenerate at a rapid rate, to create clones, and manipulate the psyche (i.e. Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis, Clairvoyance, and Telepathy), though his powers cause him extreme pain after extensive use.
Weaknesses: (In regards to his abilities, his weakness is stated above.) Though Nym is a very steeled and calloused individual, he has a soft-spot for young children. He will do what is necessary to protect them from harm when need be, even at the cost of his own safety. He does this primarily due to his inability to protect himself during his youth.
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A young, blonde-haired boy was struggling against the grasp of the military guards forcing him along. He was unprepared for what was to come, and he was worried about what was going to happen to Jasmine. He yanked one of his arms free, turning to see if Jasmine had been able to get rid of the knife she had been hiding, and judging by the look in her eyes, she hadn't. The guard roughly snatched his arm forcing him to face the metal detector again. After the boy went through the metal detector, Jasmine knew it was inevitable. She just accepted her fate as she stepped in front of the metal detector, the alarm sounding. Suddenly, the other guards rushed over to search her body, eventually discovering the blade. Not even a moment later, another guard revealed what seemed to be a shock collar for dogs, except amped up, and placed it around her neck. It possessed a complex locking mechanism. "How do you like it? it's indestructible."
Angered by his comment she lunged at him, only to get brought down by the shock collar. She bit her lip to keep from screaming and blood began to run down her chin. "Nice isn't it? We can control you with the single push of a button."
The blonde boy lurched around upon hearing the electric shocks. His eyes widening when he saw Jasmine laying in pain on the floor. He roared with anger and lunged at the guard.
"You damn bastard! What gives you the right to inflict pain upon others?! I'm going to send you straight to hell!"
The vision had ended as a young man had done another turn so that he was lying on his right side. His eyes had slowly opened, blinking several times in a slow fashion as he tried to overcome the blur that was over them. He turned once again until he was lying on his back, then he sat up and rubbed his right wrist over his right eye and his left wrist over his left eye. Soon, his vision was back to normal and he had looked around to see that he was in what looked to be a hospital room.
Where am I? Nym mentally asked himself as he placed his hand on his head, his golden eyes slowly looking down at his legs that were underneath the blankets bed. He tried to recollect his thoughts, to remember what led him here. Nothing came to mind, his mind feeling blank and he soon closed his eyes as he felt a sharp pain. I must've hit my head. He said to himself, his memory bank still empty. Removing the covers off of the lower half of his body, he had looked at his tattoos and that's when some memories came flooding back. Someone must have moved me again, damn those researchers. How long have I been asleep?
The man immediately went to his feet, but his frail foot slid across the cold floor below him and he came crashing forward. A hiss escaped him as pushed himself up, his right hand flat against the ground and his elbow helping him stay up. He slowly made himself get back on his feet. Despite the fall, the only thing that came across his mind was to find whoever had brought him to another facility. The bald-headed male then walked towards the door, a needle from an IV flicking from his arm, and slid it open, walking out into a lonely hall.
jasmine heard her door open. she uncurled to see who it was. it was the commander. "get up. the general would like to see you and we need to get you equipped assassin." jasmine got up and followed him to the armory. it was huge with every weapon known to man. the commander tossed her a pair of cargo pants and a tank top. "you can change behind the screen. jasmine did as she was told and changed. "now pick out a few weapons that youll have on you." she grabbed a usp 45 and some zenbon needles."good now lets get you to the general"
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Amy perked up when her door swung open, revealing a lieutenant commander. "So you're thirteen, are you?" she inquired.
The small girl nodded in confirmation.
"Oh. Well, then." The lieutenant commander looked displeased with Amy's age. She began taking her over to another area. This place was full of hard objects; younger teenagers could be seen trying to take down test dummies or break stone cubes. She handed Amy a gun and an instructions manual. "Go wild." Amy took a while to do as she was told. Having never used a gun before, she fumbled around with the magazine and almost dropped some of her bullets into a fire that one of the nearby subjects had created. A sharp slap on the back of the head was surprisingly effective in getting Amy to finally load the weapon correctly. She slowly aimed, then fired and managed to hit a test dummy in the legs. The lieutenant commander shook her head. "Leg shots don't kill," she admonished, imperiously looking down towards Amy.
Liam, meanwhile, was still seated in his quarters when a second letter arrived, tied to a box.
Dear Sir:
As you have not yet arrived in my office to discuss the higher rank that I am so generously offering you, I have sent an escort to take you to me. Please put on the formal suit enclosed in the package before coming to meet me. (A tactician won't have to get their hands dirty!) If you refuse, worry not; I will partner you with the girl formerly known as Subject One, who you have known for a long time and therefore, most likely, can cooperate with. The two of you will meet with me, so we may discuss her assassination training and your choice of profession in my military. Make haste.
Signed,
Anne-Marie Ash
Commanding General
Liam quietly groaned and opened up the box in resignation. The general clearly knew nothing about his tenuous relationship with Jasmine. Or did she? Perhaps she was pairing him with the den mother as a form of blackmail. Whatever the reason, he would have to go see the general. He changed into the suit, and he actually felt some satisfaction once he had put it on. Still, he didn't want to sit back and watch others do things for him; it would damage his reputation, which would have some awful long-term effects. "All right," he told himself. "Showtime."
The door was opened by a longtime assassin who was clearly unimpressed with Liam's finery. Without a word, the almost-man followed his escort down some halls, across some bridges, and past multiple drills. Eventually, the subject and the assassin reached a door. "General Ash?" the assassin called. "A subject is here, like you requested." There was something in his voice that felt that what the general had requested was colossally stupid.
The small girl nodded in confirmation.
"Oh. Well, then." The lieutenant commander looked displeased with Amy's age. She began taking her over to another area. This place was full of hard objects; younger teenagers could be seen trying to take down test dummies or break stone cubes. She handed Amy a gun and an instructions manual. "Go wild." Amy took a while to do as she was told. Having never used a gun before, she fumbled around with the magazine and almost dropped some of her bullets into a fire that one of the nearby subjects had created. A sharp slap on the back of the head was surprisingly effective in getting Amy to finally load the weapon correctly. She slowly aimed, then fired and managed to hit a test dummy in the legs. The lieutenant commander shook her head. "Leg shots don't kill," she admonished, imperiously looking down towards Amy.
Liam, meanwhile, was still seated in his quarters when a second letter arrived, tied to a box.
Dear Sir:
As you have not yet arrived in my office to discuss the higher rank that I am so generously offering you, I have sent an escort to take you to me. Please put on the formal suit enclosed in the package before coming to meet me. (A tactician won't have to get their hands dirty!) If you refuse, worry not; I will partner you with the girl formerly known as Subject One, who you have known for a long time and therefore, most likely, can cooperate with. The two of you will meet with me, so we may discuss her assassination training and your choice of profession in my military. Make haste.
Signed,
Anne-Marie Ash
Commanding General
Liam quietly groaned and opened up the box in resignation. The general clearly knew nothing about his tenuous relationship with Jasmine. Or did she? Perhaps she was pairing him with the den mother as a form of blackmail. Whatever the reason, he would have to go see the general. He changed into the suit, and he actually felt some satisfaction once he had put it on. Still, he didn't want to sit back and watch others do things for him; it would damage his reputation, which would have some awful long-term effects. "All right," he told himself. "Showtime."
The door was opened by a longtime assassin who was clearly unimpressed with Liam's finery. Without a word, the almost-man followed his escort down some halls, across some bridges, and past multiple drills. Eventually, the subject and the assassin reached a door. "General Ash?" the assassin called. "A subject is here, like you requested." There was something in his voice that felt that what the general had requested was colossally stupid.
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