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6 yrs ago
Current Remind me never to take an extra shift on the same day as a regular one again.......
6 yrs ago
Dab on the 'Taters
6 yrs ago
I know I shouldn't have but, Forza Horizon 4 has been pre-ordered
6 yrs ago
Well my first ever time watching E3 was fun. So hyped for FH4
6 yrs ago
My brief dog walk just turned into what can only be described as a tropical storm. I am now drinking hot chocolate in my onesie.

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You have a nice weekend. And I hope your dogs are happy too.
No worries.
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Ignoring Alexanda's seemingly antagonising comment, Director king beckoned to the elevator behind him. "You can eat, and relieve yourselves, after the tour."
He pressed the call button and once again after a few seconds of whirring the doors opened. The lift was just big enough for himself, the four guests and one guard. The words "R and D" were spoken and the lift shot downwards.

The research and development floor was essentially one giant laboratory. A large, windowless room, the walls were lined with monitors and gauges displaying all sorts of scientific data. On one of the many workbenches a pistol could be seen disappearing and materialising as a beautiful red rose. "This is where we develop the equipment our agents use in the field. Every gadget, weapon or outfit you see will have been birthed in this very room. You are standing upon sacred ground right now, recruits."

The next floor shown was the communications centre. As soon as the doors opened the sound of chatter was definite above all else. Each person was wearing a headset and a pair of glasses not unlike the failed Google Glass concept. Whilst the images on most glasses were unclear from the position of the recruits some were more prominent. One girl was having a face-to-face conversation with a member of cleaning staff whilst next to her a young man was viewing images of an industrial steel factory with a furrowed brow.

The living quarters floor was actually more of a complex than a single floor. Hundreds of apartments spread out in every direction. Each one equipped with a basic bedroom, living room and bathroom. King explained to them that they had been provided basic supplies; toothbrush, toilet paper, bedding and a television but they were free to arrange for personal belongings to be delivered later. "Unfortunately we do not allow pets after the "Jihadi Jaguar" incident." He did not elaborate on what this was.

Second to last was the briefing room. Much smaller and intimate than the others, the room and subsequent others shared similarities with a university lecture hall. A large half-ring of seats encircled and speaker's podium with a tremendous screen behind. The room was dimly lit with the display showing a T.D.P screensaver. "This will be where every mission starts and ends. If you are sent on espionage, assassination, rescue or even as a diplomatic envoy this room will give you everything you need to know.

"Last but certainly not least is the dining hall. We import chefs from all around the world to help feed the agents here. You could go an entire year and never eat the same meal twice." To the left of the entrance was a Chinese man flicking a wok full of vegetables and on the right stood a basic restaurant setup and a sign stating that Italian food would be available there. "We have food representing every major world power here. I recommend that you eat together for the time being seeing as you will be a team soon." King beckoned to let them past and then stepped back into the elevator. "You have access to this, your quarters, the transport system into city and the brief room. I want you to be at briefing for 0730 tomorrow morning, and by the way, it's about 5 pm now."
I have a good portion of my post written. (It looks to be a long one inside the tiny text box at the bottom of this page.

I'll finish it off after I eat my dinner. (Soon)

[edit] The post is now up. Thanks to everyone for being understanding and also for not leaving.
I will be writing tonight. If I do not I want you all to spam pm me to get me to.
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