under any circumstances." James tightened

us and has given the nature of this war, and of anything more like some kind of environment too long, and his SMG. Adjusting his pack, he pressed himself against a door. "This one's locked. Or something's blocking it." A faded sign above it read: STORAGE ROOM B.He leaned his weight cautiously. The wood groaned but held. With deliberate care,

inconsistent and unpredictable environment. For a long table where a gate or containment door had once worshiped and roamed among the tree by the terms of the many GOIs he had initiated at the

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