

Fatal Optimization: Chapter 18Incognito slogged over to the transport. His feet were cold, his vision was blurry. He was tired, and he stank horribly. He stumbled inside, dropped the remains of his weapon by his seat and collapsed into it. Almost immediately, sleep took him.Fatal Optimization: Chapter 18
In his dreams, he replayed the events preceding today's mission. It had been such a short amount of time...
They got into the transport waiting for them in the tunnels underneath Sanctuary. Irian hefted his case across the gap and looked for a seat. There were plenty. He turned back to Our


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He wasnt sure what it was, but it was pretty. It was blue, shiny, and felt warm. When it got dark, where the trees were over the path, it glowed. He was sure his parents would want to see what he had found in the woods, and he was sure it was important. His little legs carried him ever faster towards home.
They say the Natives drove off another expedition of our boys, dear Maybe theyll learn that they have a country, and to leave that one to them. At that, the door slammed open. A short, red


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The way forward was dark, dirty, wet, and smelled pretty bad. The way back wasnt any better. Whats this again? The Cloaca Maxima. Oldest sewer known. It stinks. It IS a sewer. From behind them, a voice cut through the stench. Night, Incognito, knock it off. They trudged on in silence. Night stopped. Her loose hair fell around her face in ebon sheaves. Whats that smell? Im betting thats our mark. The same
~*~Illusion~*~
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I Gave You My Purity
My Purity You Stole
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