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Now, now. From above, the wicked shall receive their just reward.
*looks up at chandelier*
That'll work.

Uncanny Reflection
"Not exactly time for my life's story, though. We should get topside. If we're one kind of lucky, we might be able to catch the guy, see if he's a friend or not. If we're a different kind of lucky, he'll have gone in another direction and might end up lost," Taylor said. "I'm not exactly a fan of caves."

Uncanny Reflection
"If I could explain it, I mastered it; if I mastered it, I wouldn't have been in that cell. Whole lot of metaphysical mumbo-jumbo, all I know for sure is that certain people are able to 'jump' between dimensions with... I'd say 'a thought', but it's a bit more than that," Taylor said. "Inborn kind of trait. One in, say, ten billion or so get it."

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*something randomly explodes*

Had nothing to do with it.

Uncanny Reflection
"Only way I know it happened was it had to be relatively close. A mile out, tops. But I don't think it's random, the odds are way too slim for that," Taylor said. "That 'sense,' though, is closer to an alarm than, say, a metal detector. I know someone popped up, I just don't know where."

Uncanny Reflection
"Oh. Well, thank you for being so willing to help out. It's a welcome change of pace for me," Taylor said. "I don't think I need to wor--" All of a sudden Taylor's hand was back in his pocket and he was half-turned towards the door. "Uh-oh. If you want to know, someone just popped out of thin air not far from your town, and I think it's someone I know."

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...I might have scrapped the nuke catapult, Devlin. It did nothing for the feng-shui of the Shack, after all.

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Nope, merely complex.

*bullet bounces off a cymbal*

Uncanny Reflection
"Good to know," Taylor said. "Now about the sub..."
I've been so used dealing with the darker side of people's natures, that actual helpfulness is throwing me off, he thought.

Uncanny Reflection
"But you're saying that a friendly probably has the sub I need," Taylor said. "Also, another possibility may be to use this place as a temporary evacuation site... if the situation back home gets that bad, I'll have to see. Although when I left, the places where the disease exploded into an epidemic got quarantined, so it might not come to that."

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A peculiar aura of misery surrounds this post... It has seen a lot of anguish...

Uncanny Reflection
"I was referring to the eggman himself, Robotnik," Taylor said, shrugging. "The guy those Klawzax folks work for, so I was told at swordpoint."

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Horde. Get Wreck-Gar.

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*sniffs air*

It smells like... old mayonnaise.
There's a cole slaw monster right behind me, isn't there?

Uncanny Reflection
"I'm still not entirely sure," Taylor said. "I've already told you what I know about where I might find what I suppose is the cure, or to be more specific, its recipe. The hard part would be procuring a sub that can take the kind of pressure I'd guess would be down there." He closed his eyes for a moment then continued, "I'm thinking I would have to steal it from your enemy."

Uncanny Reflection
"That would be one way of putting it, Mister..." Taylor's eyes darted for the inevitable placard on the retriever's desk detailing his name and position. "I'm sorry, Director Retroden. And like I said just now, it only gets weirder. Will I have to go into all the details, good sir, or will you take my word that thousands of lives might hang in the balance here?"

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*MYSTERIOUS SNIPER shoots down all the RPG's with a pistol, vanishes*

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*grenade loses its pin, lands near Blaire*

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*DC's hand with the grenade is sniped from half a mile away*

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*DC is sniped from over a mile away*

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