` You will run your own brigade and attend the meetings that all generals do. Β΄
She explained simply, placing her pen into the basket resting on her table.
She nodded and took a sip from her mug, letting out a hum and placed it back down, waiting for the other to finish.
[When he went to fold his arms, they were already bound by no zone chains, as well as his ankles, causing the other to fall backward.]
I told you didn't I. [She snapped her fingers and the chains popped off in an instant]
She took the clioboard back and scanned over each individual page. She narrowed her eyes and signed her spots on the pages before rolling it up and sending it through a tube.
` The process will take up to five business days. You will hear from me soon enough. Β΄
Just showing that I am not the average "pig" you guys call us. I dare you to try and infiltrate one of our stations. I'll know. . . .
She nodded and flipped through the paperwork before handing over a small stack of papers on a clipboard with a pen in tow.
` Here. Just go fill this out, sign where needed except for where it says overseer's signature. I will sign that. Do you have any questions? Β΄
Just look.
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I recommend looking down, Jet The Hawk.
I hope you understand you are talking to someone who has the authority to put you behind the paradox containment district if you even so much as step a single talon behind gates such as ours.
And I always make due on my promises.
βͺ "golden ticket", as some of the foot soldiers put it. Β΄
She carefully explained before leaning back, resting her head on her hand.