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Agent Monroe
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
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Posted - 2014.09.05 06:06:00 -
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Monroe watches from a distance as the group continues their hike. After a couple of minutes go by he decides they aren't worth anything and prepares his sniper rifle for some target practice.
"This should be fun"
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Agent Monroe
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
38
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Posted - 2014.09.05 17:38:00 -
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Monroe started lining up a shot on a Caldari man who seemed to be fighting a Matari women. Steadying his scope, ready to fire, he activated his simulation module to allow for real targets, but only receiving data on hits from his virtual bullets. Then he fired...
"Pew, hit... right in the kisser." he said to himself. The targets anatomy showed up on the screen and showed the projected entry of bullet, damage caused internally, and then the final exit point.
"Not bad" He said to himself.
He repeated this for each target and then packed up his rifle and headed back towards his camp.
"I might have to introduce myself to this group, haven't had visitors in quite some time."
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Agent Monroe
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
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Posted - 2014.09.06 21:12:00 -
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Monroe reached the cliff that marked his campsite, climbed down the jagged rocks to a small opening big enough to fit two people when prone. From here he could see the monastery not too far off in the distance. Just close enough to keep an eye on it.
Inside he could almost stand, and had just enough room to place all of his equipment and essentials.
He had been stationed outside the Monastery for almost six months now and this was the first time he had anything slightly abnormal to report.
Pilgrims while not too uncommon to attract attention, are a rare site to see recently. However this isn't what he found interesting. While most of them looked somewhat human he could tell that they were anything but.
Clones like himself...
He wasn't sure at first but the carelessness of the pilgrims, unsustainable equipment and protection from the elements, the fighting... here of all places. It didn't add up.
"Well either way I better report my findings before I get distracted again..." he said to himself
He went over to his equipment and grabbed the tacnet. Attempts to start it up
....... Low Power Replace Battery ........
"Annnd it's dead... Damn, knew I should have taken advantage of the sun being out earlier this week."
He decided he'd just have to keep an eye on the clones, and at the next possible moment get the extra batteries charged and report to his superior.
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