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Did it hunt your kind? It should have. You'd be easier to eat than an elerphan.

Nope, our kind was not alive when they ruled the land.

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Nope, our kind was not alive when they ruled the land.

You have a strange world, miss Zinnia. What did you do there?

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*Keeps myself hidden while lurking, and local guards inexplicably seem to err on the side of being unusually but notably lax surveying our area in particular*
Is this region as dangerous as the signs seem to indicate?

NAOMI: Eh. You'll only get cancer if you stay around more than a few years. Most of these folks get deported to the workhouses before then, so I hear. Funny how so many of the resistance folks I meet have stories like that, huh?

*By the look in her eyes, it isn't very funny. She checks her watch again, then taps something.*

NAOMI: T-minus one minute. Any affairs you gotta set in order, do 'em now.

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NAOMI: Eh. You'll only get cancer if you stay around more than a few years. Most of these folks get deported to the workhouses before then, so I hear. Funny how so many of the resistance folks I meet have stories like that, huh?

*By the look in her eyes, it isn't very funny. She checks her watch again, then taps something.*

NAOMI: T-minus one minute. Any affairs you gotta set in order, do 'em now.

*Briefly taps both myself and Vector on the forehead with two fingers*
We should be good to go.

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*Briefly taps both myself and Vector on the forehead with two fingers*
We should be good to go.

*Naomi nods, counting down under her breath. The minute passes in quiet, apprehensive silence.*

NAOMI: Three, two, one. Move!

*There is a deep, thunderous BOOM, and the lights around the complex flicker and go dark. The guardsmen scatter, seeking cover, manning turrets as gunfire begins to ring out. People are firing from the hills, from firing positions in the very buildings behind the trio. A young woman, probably a teenager, fires long bursts from a machine gun on a nearby rooftop, at least until a burst of return fire cuts her down, and blood stains the walls behind her. Naomi doesn't wait for the fight to quiet; she's already sprinting down towards the fence, dashing from cover to cover below the noses of the soldiers.*