Woman of few words

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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‘Well FIRST OFF.’ Gordana reached under the collar of her suit and pulled out a set of metal dog tags. Both were marked with his details, including a sharp carving in the back she hoped would mean they belong to her version of him. 

‘If THAT’S the case, these are either yours or some other version of you. And if I’m lucky it’s the latter, because maybe by some miracle they’re actually somewhat NICE.’

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Her signing was quick and large as if yelling, having no way to show it other than the sudden obvious annoyance in her expression. ‘I’ve run into at least six other versions of me, DIPHAT, it’s not exactly like I’m keeping TRACK OF THEM.’

The name made her signing briefly hesitate, confusion overtaking her. This asshole was Shephard? There went all of her ideas that the dogtags belonged to a somewhat nice person. ‘Wait a second, YOU’RE Shephard?!’

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Teleportation. Why did it always happen at the worst moments? One minute she’s running through the halls for the lab and next thing she knows it she’s getting knocked back by an energy orb. Bad way to start the day. To make it even worse yet, she was being /yelled/ at by whoever she blocked the orb for.

Seeing the yelling man was a marine, however, had her tense. Not enough to grab her gun of course, but ready to run. ‘What the hell… I’m uh. I’m Gordana. Freeman.” How were any marines still around? Was this just a difference of universes again? ‘Who are you??’

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