A crack team was assembeled in an underground facillity- an alien, a technophilic and his wuv, a bumbling moron, his wife, and two fluffy USMC operatives.
In short, the military
funding of their employer was less than average.
"Why are we all here, again?I really don't remember,"
asked the alien,
Mefeestofyleize, or simply Mef.
The technophile dusted his labcoat off, then returned
to holding his love's shoulder. "Whatever it is, it better not involve that Schofeild man," Tydus said, recalling the last time he
had came here. Estill, his
'girlfriend' merely shuffled closer to him, oddly afraid of...
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