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*Have Zero wandering the halls, one of those E-tanks in each hand. It would be unfair of him to drink his before finding X, and finding X was proving to be a lot more difficult than previously planned. A very small part of him hoped that a Reploid had designed this place so he wouldn't be branded a Maverick for wanting to strangle the person who decided that moving rooms were a good idea. He sighs, and for what felt like the millionth time in several days, he starts to call out again.*
X! X!
X! X!