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!em3oEn8LAg 06/04/10(Fri)21:36 No.10280521>>10280240 >>10280229 "Hey, you could always be a boxer. Or MMA, that's pretty big these days, isn't it?" 88 laughs. "As if I could get anyone in the ring with me."
You text 54. "Skynet, if that's what you're going by these days. Could you get into Arkham's systems? I need to find a library. A space library. I'm serious."
Meandering over to Brody, Charlotte, and Andre, you note Brody's expanded keychain of index cards. He pages through them as you approach, before reading something and nodding. "Helen!" he says proudly. "Yes." you say. He salutes. "Ma'am," he says with a nod. You nod back, turning to Charlotte. "So, Charlotte, exactly how lucky are you?" She puts a finger to her lips, humming as she considers the question. "Hmmm...je ne sais pas exactement," she muses. "Eet is 'ard to quantify. I 'ave never broken a bone, par example, or gotten a speeding ticket. I 'ave never been cheated on. I once lost a bet on the World Cup, and when I was very small, my little dog, was hit by a car and killed." "Do you have any combat skills?" "When I was in ze Arkham laboratories, I was given extensive training with basic firearms. Zey most like meant to use me as, uhm...super soldier?"
A text: SKYNET IS FINE. OR I GUESS MAKSIM, IF THAT'S EVEN WHAT I AM ANYMORE. I'LL TRY TO CRACK THEIR CAGE OPEN AND RATTLE THE BARS, SEE WHAT I CAN DIG UP. |