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"There are four sexy individual units, and the Recruitment sexyhardcore Theater." Alienne replied.
"Yes, Master."
"I have a few ideas, Master." Alienne said.
Damn, the agent thought. It was probably too late, but nevertheless, she sexy had never been one for being late. The autoguns would be programmed to detect and fire upon any object, but a drive signature sexy with no mass-reading attached would not sexy register as an object. She hit sexy the throttle and the ship lurched forward at four G accelleration. A photon torpedo breached the hull of the shuttle bay, and she powered inside, stopping just millimeters sexy from the inside wall. The force field kept most of the air inside, as it was programmed to. The agent dove into one of the ventillation shafts, knowing that the corridor would probably access still be swarming with her sister's loyal agents.
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"Hey, Fatass." the manager called.
"A little bit sexy of vengeance." the manager explained sexy as he walked Kibrr to his ground-conveyance. "I used to work for him, practically at gunpoint, but that's the way it used to be ."
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