Andrew frowned, looking to Amelia. "Do you really wish to hear philosophy? You and the other members of that stuck up corporation don't seem too interested in the idea of humanity, and the interactions within it. Well, beyond making sure your precious little corporation makes it through the day." he said, sounding annoyed.
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The splicer thrashed about, screaming, bleeding just about everywhere. He would miss hitting anyone as they walked by him, and entered the market of values. Inside, they would find that there were obviously signs of conflict, with the smell of gunpowder and bullet casings littering the floor.
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"No... well, maybe. I need to call command and find out." Don said, before pulling out a small phone. He hit a few buttons on it, and walked away from Gideon, becoming engrossed in the conversation. Emilia watched him talking. "Hes worried because that place is a shit hole. No ones supposed to go there, period. Quarantined for our own good. If we sent untrained people there... things aren't going to be very good there."