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!em3oEn8LAg 05/16/10(Sun)23:10 No.9864105"I didn't think that idiot was going to blow my cover," you say, shaking his hand. He smiles sheepishly. "Ma'am, with all due respect, you're the least of our concerns at this point. We;re still getting a cascade of damage reports from Blind Falls, and we're having to bring national guardsmen up to speed on operating procedures to try and fill the personnel gap." "Bring me to Brody," you say, "and then get me some equipment. Whatever you've got for some long-distance field-work. Time to make some progress around here." He leads you through the veritable circus that is Arkham HQ, narrating the internal disaster as you walk. "We're like chickens with our heads cut off right now. We've got personnel deployed in Atlanta that are supposed to be pulled out, and they're no longer getting supplied. It'll probably be 24 hours before we can get our ducks in a line, and until then we're flying blind here, anything could happen." He stops at the door to an interrogation cell; you can see the green-brown of army fatigues standing out against the sterile steel-grays of the chamber. "I'll uh, let you in here and put together a package. You want it delivered to your vehicle?" "Yeah," you say, pointing at him. "And get me a weapon." |