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Post by Jchizz on Jul 13, 2015 18:47:39 GMT -5
Michael looks over to him, straining a little as he does his rehab exercises. "Nnh. Friends? Like here, or in general?"
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Post by Blacknife on Jul 14, 2015 9:39:01 GMT -5
"In general," he replied still lifting the heavy weights.
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Post by Jchizz on Jul 14, 2015 22:25:09 GMT -5
"Yea, plenty. I think. When America went dark, most of my friends from college or the Rangers did too." He purses his lips as he continues his workout. "Why?"
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Post by Blacknife on Jul 15, 2015 9:24:43 GMT -5
"Natural curiosity that's why," he replied letting out a grunt as he put the weights on it's rest.
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Post by Jchizz on Jul 15, 2015 18:38:56 GMT -5
Michael nods. "Gotchya. Do you?" He sets the weight down and picks up a slightly larger one, doing rows with his wounded arm.
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Post by Blacknife on Jul 16, 2015 9:24:41 GMT -5
"Well I don't have many friends, but I have Fisher down in the prison cells trying to get out."
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Post by Jchizz on Jul 16, 2015 20:52:02 GMT -5
"Yea? Dude's a friend of yours?" Michael furrows his brow. "What's his deal? Why'd he join EXALT?"
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Post by Blacknife on Jul 17, 2015 9:23:03 GMT -5
"He joined because of some scientific values that he could do, whilst there rather than at MI6."
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Post by Jchizz on Jul 17, 2015 18:33:00 GMT -5
"He joined a bunch of terrorists for science?" Michael frowns at that.
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Post by Blacknife on Jul 23, 2015 10:10:48 GMT -5
"Well at the time they weren't as big terrorists as they are now,"
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Post by Jchizz on Jul 23, 2015 21:35:10 GMT -5
Michael shrugs and rolls his shoulder. "Yea, I guess. Listen, I just finished my routine so I'm gonna jet. But hey, if you feel like shooting hoops or something, swing by my room. 113."
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Post by Blacknife on Jul 24, 2015 0:30:23 GMT -5
"113," he said to himself softly,"Okay I'll pop round soon for a drink or two," he said pointing his hand out for a hand shake.
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Post by Jchizz on Jul 25, 2015 14:17:35 GMT -5
Michael reached out and clasped Gary's hand briefly, then moved to fist bump him before turning to exit the gym. "Sounds good man. See ya."
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Post by Blacknife on Jul 25, 2015 14:38:30 GMT -5
(that was good)
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Post by Random Commander on Aug 9, 2015 14:08:08 GMT -5
It was another day at the XCOM gym, everything has been cleaned for the new day and all the equipment was in working order. There was something new today, however, Two medium-sized 6-ton weights stood in a very spacious area, surrounded by a black-and-yellow caution square. This square usually contained experimental exercise equipment usually meant for the gene-modded soldiers. Riehle was trying to lift one up, and Saunders was beside him examining the other weight.
Vyas was on the bench laughing her ass off at Riehle failing to lift the weight for the umpteenth time. "PAHAHahaha! I never guessed Engineering would have a sense of humor!"
"Man, fuck this!" Riehle shouted, obviously upset, "What is the point of this heavy-ass block of junk if it ain't able to be lifted!?"
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