"Model ships and trains and such?" Benjamin asked. "That is definitely a nice hobby. A friend of mine does that, is into Warhammer and everything, he made some model Star Trek ships." He walked to the window and looked outside. "I like to paint, but that really precise painting is not my thing, I admire those who can do it, sometimes the area's you have to paint are so tiny." He turned around so he could face Steph again. "My parents work with clay and plaster a lot, they do pottery and plaster casting, my father makes it and my mother paints it. I've done a pit of pottery myself, it's fun, but I prefer painting."

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"That's what I needed to know," mr. Johnson said. "We'll be on the look-out for Daz, I will upload his pictures in the system. If he would happen to contact either of you, let me know. And if you have any updates I will make sure the information in the system will be updated as well. If that was all..."
He politely allowed them to either add to the conversation, bring up a new subject, or leave. But he had nothing further to add.

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One of the snipers touched a bit of web with his elbow and noticed he got stuck. Two others quickly moved in to help him get unstuck.
"It's unusual webbing," he reported. "Very sticky and strong. We will proceed."
"Large spiders," one of the snipers warned. "They're moving straight toward us."
[i]"That is unusual behaviour,"[/i] Rudrig warned them. [i]"Proceed with caution and be ready to defend yourself. Shoot to kill."[/i]
Each sniper took a gun and moved forward, keeping an eye on the crawlers.