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[givenomercy]

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I don't think you understand who you are dealing with, but mark my words, when I find you. I will kill you. Slowly.

[Larazevic had spent some time looking around, trying to get a hold of his men via the radio he had on him with no luck. After finding this communicator in his vest, he set about figuring out what to do with it. After

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[blindseeress]

Those responsible aren't terribly talkative, I fear.

[Though she doesn't sound all that bothered by it, now does she?]

[givenomercy]

[This one wasn't part of Drake's little entourage.]

And who are responsible?

[Asked with a sharp demanding tone. He figured Drake was behind it, but it never hurt to find out all those possible to blame.]

[blindseeress]

[Nope! Doesn't even know the man!]

Scientists. They fluctuate between deep involvement and complete separation, but you do have them to thank for your arrival here. Welcome to Discedo, on the planet Fortuna.

[givenomercy]

[Drake had mentioned something about another planet as well. Now this person seemingly unrelated to him... he couldn't be sure if he should believe it or not. He'd seen nothing yet to prove this world wasn't the one he knew.]

If you are attempting to joke, I am not amused.

[blindseeress]

If it were a joke, it would be very poor one.

[givenomercy]

Poor joke or not, I've no time for this. Where can I find these "Scientists". If they will not talk to me, I will talk to them.

In person.

[blindseeress]

You cannot. Our hosts are terribly secretive. I don't believe anyone has managed to find any of them yet.

[givenomercy]

Then I will.

[Quick and to the point, he wasn't interested in dilly dallying... well maybe beyond playing 'let's kill Nathan Drake'.]

[blindseeress]

Then I wish you the best of luck, though failure is inevitable.

[givenomercy]

We will see about that.