One Man's Monster Is Another Man's Family [p, Wendy]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Locus sighed, unable to give her a proper reply anymore. He simply held her, afraid that any moment may be his last with her.

    [align=center][font=georgia][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Rhode smuggled against him, afraid that if she let go, he might disappear into thin air. [b]"Excuse me, sir."     A hand grabbed Tucker's arm. [b]"Florida would like to see you."
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker blinked, snapping his attention away from Rhode and Locus and nods to the stranger without a word, quickly going to follow after them.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Arizona led him away, passing by Felix as they went. [b]"Right through this door."
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker nods and enters, making sure to stand at the doorway once he's inside, as he doesn't want to intrude. This Florida guy has wormed his way into his mind as this scary monster, so he had no idea what to expect.

    [align=center][font=georgia][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]The chair was facing away from him, the condescending sound of someone slowly flicking through pages the only sound in the room. [b]"Ah, here it is."     The chair swiveled around and Florida smiled warmly at him. He put the binder he was looking through down, putting a bookmark in his place before shutting it. [b]"Indiana tells me a lot about you."
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker looked shocked. This had to be someone else. He had to keep his guard up for this beat Florida to barge in and pummel him to the ground like john fucking cena. Tucker remained pressed against the wall and simply nods.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"It's interesting, don't you think? That you were chosen to house Agent Washington. Even more curious how you managed to enter this facility. Arizona brought with him a girl from the Isles. She was burnt to death the moment she walked through the door. He was distraught. So I decided to find out why it happened. Do you have any idea why?"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker, looking more frightened then ever, stiffly shook his head no in response.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"Each of us has an identifying Mark inside our bodies, imprints of the project. All subjects and employees have one. No one outside the Project can enter. Yet, Indiana is claiming that you're an outsider? Why are you lying to him?"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker blinked in confusion. "I... I have no clue. I've never been here before in my life. I think I'd remember a place like this." he tells Florida, since he genuinely believed this to be true.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Florida rose an eyebrow at that. [b]"Is that so? I heard Washington was having troubles with his memories. Are you going to claim the same?"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker looked absolutely lost. "... I'm sorr, but I'm seriously confused. What exactly are you trying to lead up to with all this?"

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"The fact is, you aren't new to this place, whether you want to believe that or not. Now, tell me about yourself. What's your name?"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"My name is Lavernius Tucker." he tells Florida, shifting in his seat in discomfort.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"Lavernius Tucker? Are you sure about that?"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]There was a long pause on his end. He stared down, looking defeated. "Honestly? I don't know. I've been finding out a lot of things may or may not be true in my life. It's like a giant curtain's been pulled up on me and I'm finally seeing the light on information. So, I don't know."

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Florida smiled, nodding. [b]"Now that is the right answer. How could any of us know anything? Now tell me, have you ever used a sword before?"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"I think...? It feels like forever ago, but I know Felix had been trying to teach me a couple of different weapons and how to use them during my training at the military." God, it all felt it was forever ago and it wasint, in reality.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"How well did you use that sword? Did it come naturally to you?"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill