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Dec 28, 2011 01:53AM
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Newthan stood in the corner, feeling stupid in her armor. She wore it anyway because her brother made it.
She walked over, trying to be calm and collected. But failed as she tripped and fell to the ground. Her helmet flew off her head.
She looked up at him, blushing furiously. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and her blue eyes sparkled. She was a lot pretty-er with her helmet off.
"Checking the securety cameras."Cameron said her eyes ot leaving the screen as she typed furiously
"Kinda me job sir"Cameron said with a nod. "I'll rewind the tapes. You say something if you see them ok?"
"There!" He pointed out two young men, exchanging duffle bags and slipping out the door. After they're out of the camera shot the screen goes out as if it was cut.
Newthan came to look to. She grabbed her helmet and cringed. It made her look like an alien princess >.<.
"They were going to be part of the medic crew responsiable for instaling the AI's in the brains of our soldiers"


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