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2/11/2016 10:06:11 PM
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At the word "Cyprus", his anger seems to multiply. Before you can even finish the sentence, you are on the ground, him having punched you. He's stepping towards you, turrets still firing on the civilians and soldiers. He grabs you by the chest armor, holding you close to him. You're about six feet off the ground, at eye level with him. He speaks, voice distorted and heavy.
"What did you say about Cyprus?"
English
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"I said that I haven't seen power like yours from anyone other then Cyprus survivors. It is a compliment. You hate them don't you? So do I. One of them has been my enemy for years."-Golden *he seems calm, as though he has dealt with people like him before
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"I don't hate them. They are my past. I ran that team. But I no longer associate with them. I'm with fireteam Exalin again. Where I belong." He drops you, turning away and the turrets stop firing as anything in sight was dead, except you and him.
