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1 : What the hell happened to you?!
2 : An explosion... A... Funking... Explosion...
1 : Holy crap! Tell me!
2 : Okayokay but w.wait... Just... Let me breath 5 sec...
1 : Crap... If I was there... I co-
2 : No, You'll wouldn't have change anything...
1 : How?
2 : Okay listen.
2 : We've done like yesterday, we waited the green head, but she never came.
2 : Instead of that, there was a guy that we've never seen him before.
1 : Who was he?
2 : I said I don't know, and it was too dark.
2 : And this little shit started to provoke us!
2 : But after we started to run after him, he hide himself in a back alley
2 : Once inside, He disappeared...
1 : That doesn't explain your status.
2 : Let me finish.
2 : In the back alley there was... A strange odor...
2 : Not an "odor" properly speaking... But we felt there was something in the air...
2 : After that, there was a huge flash, and deaf sound...
2 : We woke up at medical center... Well I.I mean... "I" woke up...
1 : What happened? He doesn't wake up?
2 : He was hurt more severely than me.
2 : Logic, he entered first in the back alley.
1 : Fuck... They are attempting to kill us now? .. W.Why now?!
2 : I do- *coughs*... don't know
1 : We must find this son of... Damn...
2 : It was too dark, I didn't see his face.
1 : You didn't see anything special?
2 : Perhaps his clothes, it was... Sort of apron, or working uniform
1 : We'll going in all factories of low industry if we have to...
1 : This little asshole will not get away so easily...


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