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「 ᴘʀᴇʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛʏ 」 Exhaust fumes still turned the maneuvering thrusters red hot, even in the cold reaches of space. HUD stated the —


– to give out statements. Typical.❞ @HellsSpartan


– want a full briefing of our venture..❞ The Domain. Of course they wanted to know what it was like. ❝They'd like us – @HellsSpartan


❝Our recently departed friends,❞ Lovke began, referencing the ONI Operatives who'd just been here moments prior, ❝They – @HellsSpartan


when I can't reply because they changed the account.


— sweats. Snapping to attention, Locke would utter her name, ❝Commander Palmer.❞ It was nearly midnight, why was she here?


— above him holstered, IV sliding from beneath the bench, erecting himself upwards, dressed in casual attire; Tank top, standard issue —


— the concave socket, burning sensation felt. ❝Dammit.❞ He wasn't expecting that. Slowly, he'd free himself from the bench, weight —


「 ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇs 」 The depressurization of the gym had alerted the Spartan, bead of sweat seemingly shifting course, now rolling into —


– still capable of cracking the rare joke. @HellsSpartan


– Buck in earshot, Locke content with this. ❝I alreasy told you Buck, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜʏ.❞ Smirk was returned, Jameson – @HellsSpartan


Attention fixtated on the approaching Spartan, the duo of attendants surronding the IV quickly dispersed, leaving only – @HellsSpartan


❝Anyday is good if you've got a problem; Anyday good enough enough to fix it.❞ @Majestic_Leader


❝Fireteam Osiris! The light is green.❞


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