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[traitortwin]

Oh, great.

[South Dakota already has her magnum drawn, though she isn't aiming it at anything/one yet. Besides, if there's anything/one around to try her, it's not like she can't shoot from the hip well enough.]

[She puts one hand lightly against the side of her helmet.] This is Agent South Dakota. I'm in an unknown location. I'm not getting

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[foundmyarms]

[Why yes, yes he will. Because South Dakota looks like a soldier from some kind of futuristic movie and that is awesome.]

Woaaah! Are you an actress? Are they gonna film a movie here on the Plane?

[Now there's a curious 13-year-old hovering around South Dakota checking out her awesome armor and trying not to squee. He's a big fan of cheesy action movies.]

[traitortwin]

[fjaskl What. She takes two steps away from him, glaring from behind her visor.]

Hey. Back off, kid. And what the hell are you talking about?

[foundmyarms]

[Yeah he totally can't see that glaring, so he doesn't think anything is wrong.]

It looks like you're dressed to be in some awesome action movie or something. Or...

[Le gasp!]

Are you actually a super-soldier?

[traitortwin]

[Oh my God what is with this kid jfadkslj]

Freelancer. [Pause] Though I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

[She fights the urge to roll her eyes.]

Trust me, it's not a movie.

[foundmyarms]

Nope! But it sounds pretty cool. What does a freelancer do? Do you fight off aliens and save the world? Or is this one of those "futuristic war"-thingies where it's all humans fighting?

[traitortwin]

I do jobs the other soldiers can't handle. [So maybe she sounds a little smug, saying that.]

Save the world-... You know what, kid? That's classified. [Oh yes, she's pulling that. Because she just plain doesn't want to talk about it.]

[foundmyarms]

[Pout. Pooooooout. Because this sounds so awesome and he wants to learn all the things about it.]

Well, if it's classified, then I guess there's not much you can do about that. Still, it must be an awesome job. I bet you have all sorts of stories.

[traitortwin]

Yeah. Loads. Look, I need to find these people that are supposed to be in charge here. So unless you can help me out kid, I've gotta go.

[foundmyarms]

Actually, I'm not sure who's in charge. I haven't really met them yet. Oh, but before you go, what's your name?

[traitortwin]

Agent South Dakota. [Slight pause] Yours?

[foundmyarms]

I'm John!

[traitortwin]

Good to know. [She gives a firm nod, already planning on turning to leave since she's pretty sure the conversation's over. Feel free to prove her wrong.]