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Cameron Howe.

@MutinousBytes

Computers could be... /more/. // {SV RP18+} #AU #HaltAndCatchFireRP #TerminatorRP #BPRP

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Hey @WontTakeMyCrown? This. Is. Art. {warmly} Thank you.

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This. Is. Art. {warmly}  Thank you.

-- Skynet. A project with so much potential... And so much danger. Had @ArchitectOfJDay been right? Would people really kill for that program? @MarshalStiffy @FrostyStetson @_AcrossTime_ @ViolentSedation


-- matter to you too. I'm out of here. {Stalking out into the hall, nearly knocking over @MarshalStiffy, she rounded the corner and barged into the employee lounge, grateful to find it empty. Dropping to a seat, she let out a heavy sigh, disappointed as hell. --


-- her shoulder, she stormed up to her ex employer, shooting daggers.} I want to find Andrew because he's my /friend/. He worked five damn feet away from me for the last /year/ and now he's /gone/. {quietly} And if you weren't such a colossal asshat, that would --


-- spluttering newly caffeinated spittle as she grabbed up her belongings.} You can take this goddamn job, the secrets, the security and jam them up your /ASS/! You think there's a code monkey here that can do what I do? Good. Luck. {Swinging her backpack over --


-- into a fist, biting her tongue so hard she tasted blood.} "I knew it! No damn way you got a Cyberdyne programmer post on your own. Goode got you in the door! You must be a demon in the..." {A fast arm sweep and the Worm in the Suit was wearing her cold coffee, --


-- That @ArchitectOfJDay decided to go on some vacation and not take you with him? Wait... Wait. Are you two a thing?" {Pushing slowly to stand, incredulity and anger in a race to see which could make her take a swing at the worm the fastest, she curled her fingers --


-- I mean, he /worked/ here. He was on the Skynet project too. Why would somebody just snatch him? {Blinking as the jackass chuckled, jaw setting at the condescension flickering into his eyes, she arched a brow and held.} "/That's/ what you're worried about? --


-- monitor, meeting the irked gaze of Mister Stick-Up-His-Ass with a half hearted smile.} Sorry. It's this Goode thing. {Canting her head towards the news story on the screen, she kept her eyes on the glowering jackass, idly wondering when this was going to get loud.} --


-- in the company of a Caucasian male, mid thirties, short brown hair, with a bar code tattoo on his right arm. Anyone with any information is asked to contact..."} "... CAMERON?" {Jolting at the shout of her supervisor's voice, she glanced up from the computer --


{'In local news, authorities remain stymied by the disappearance of computer programmer Andrew Goode. Reports conflict as to whether this is a missing persons case or an abduction, however sources at the Sheriff's Department have disclosed Goode was last seen --


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