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4/4/2016 11:30:57 AM
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Lupa was sitting down at the table in the dark room. The only source of light was a dim lamp that shined on her face. She couldn't see the man in front of her.
"How did you hear of our organization?"
[spoiler]for Vaax[/spoiler]
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"That would be because I was nearly killed by their experiments, or at least the ones of a scientist who was replaced by the queen leech.." [b]Vaaxius leans against the table, no weapons on her person, she left them in the other room to make the talk as non violent as possible[/b]
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"Men like Dr. Marcus and Dr. Spencer do not represent the interests of the Umbrella corporation anymore. And I am not asking about the company. I am asking about this branch."
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"Oh, well I heard it from a friend... A Alexia Lancaster if I might add....." [spoiler]mind if I use that?[/spoiler]
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"I see Red Queen trusted you enough to let you know of us."
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"Yep, I wouldn't be here today if she didn't save me..." [b]Yusa smiles as she pulls a water bottle out of her bag and sips it[/b]
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"I also gather you have experience with the creatures that can result from failed experiments. Can you keep a secret?"
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"If it also involves keeping people save from them, then yes."
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"Do you think you can assure your survival in these operations?"
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"Yes, because I have more then a few tricks up my sleeves, all of which have great results if used correctly."
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"Well then. Welcome to the last job of your life."
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"That's a interesting way to put it....." [b]Yusa sits up and holds her hand out for a shake[/b]
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"We would give you your own hazmat suit, but it seems you already have one. We'll have to modify it a little." A black gloved hand meets hers. "Welcome to team alpha, Phobos."
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"I like that name.... Now what does it mean in Greek again.... I think fear.... Anyway, I'm glad to be here."
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"You're now an operative of the Umbrella Security Service. Officially, that is. You still have to prove your combat skills against heavy foes."
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"Alright, when will I do that?" [b]Yusa takes another sip of her water and waits for the answer[/b]
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"Right away. You will be taken to the armory, and to the training ground."
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"Alright, sounds good to me, my arc pistol does seem to not be very effective these days....."
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"Good luck. Try not to die." A trap door opens under Yusa, making her fall down a dark chute.
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[b]Yusa tries to grab onto something to slow her descent, hoping her mask wouldn't break on impact[/b]
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The tunnel through which she fell was winding, slowing down her fall. When she reached the bottom, she landed softly on her feet.
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[b]Yusa looks around on confusion and rubs her head[/b] "There are better ways to get me to places....."
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She was inside an armoury room. Guns of all kind were hanging from the walls, Shotguns, Submachine guns, machine pistols, handguns, anything really. She could take only two.
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[b]Yusa searches for a good pistol, one that hit hard, was good with accuracy, and didn't rely on fire rate [/b]
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[spoiler]I like your choice of weapons.[/spoiler] Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the grille window that lead to the real armoury... it was filled with guns and ammunition... enough so to start a small war. Behind the counter was an odd man. Odd as in he wore a long black coat that covered up his entire body. [i]"Got somethin' dat might interest ya! Heheheh!"[/i] He opened up his coat, revealing the specialized inventory of weapons and ammunition available. [i]"What 're ye lookin' into, stranger? Got somethin' for every situation!"[/i]
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[spoiler]Oh god this guy[/spoiler] "What's a good pistol if you want it to hit hard, be accurate, and not really worry about firing rate?"
