Jameson looked about to answer Bruce, when he was interrupted by the Ghost, who seemed quite irritated. "Listen, I get that you think this is retarded, but we don't give a damn. as it stands, you might have grown up with some shit that made you feel a certain way every day, and it was a disease every fucker has. Its not a disease to you, its life. and that disease happens to, say, kill a lot of infants when they're young, but innoculates those that survive. So you come through, its attached itself to you, it doesn't get a host in a day, it dies. We're done, you're free to go, no big whoop." Emilia the ghost rubbed her nose. "This is an incredibly common procedure we do, for everyone. this is just to give your body a chance to show symptoms. if it doesn't show anything, we pump you full of antibiotics to kill anything in you and you're free to go." She looked up at Bruce, obviously annoyed. "Now, if you don't mind, I was in a conversation with my friends."
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"Alright, let me just get the information transmitted for your test results..." Ms. Darren's eyes became briefly unfocused, followed by her shaking her head and chuckling. "Yeah, I lacked subtlety during my test too. Turns out lobbing a spear through the targets chest isn't as stealthy as they'd like it to be." she started trotting down the sidewalk. "Come on then, I've got a bounty that doesn't need you to be subtle. Gives me a good chance to see how you perform under pressure."
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Etemon would be led to the lift, which had Don sitting at its table. "Hello there friend. Take a seat, get some questions answered." he suggested, pointing to one of the chairs around the table.
Gazimon would see one of the soldiers speaking into the radio on his armor. The soldiers took a position around the trailer, not touching it, but watching it and the street in case of an attack from either.
