(Arthur): Nomad's shadow ? But it's awesome!
(Mendeles) whispers to Picara: he scares me.
(Picara): you will get used to it. You don't have a choice.
(Biakhov): where were you ?
(Heath): and do you know each other ?
(Picara): we can say that...
(Mendeles): you don't know ?
(Perth): aware of what ?
(Mendeles): we tell them where...?
(Picara): honestly I don't know. My landlord doesn't even know it.
(Mendeles): hm...you're kidding aren't you ?
(Picara): not at all.
(Arthur): I was sleeping. And I don't want to break the mood, eh, but wouldn't we be better off getting out of here ?
(Biakhov): how do you....anyway, you are not wrong for once.
As the mansion was inaccessible, they walked for several hours before reaching the nearest town.
(Biakhov): Are we in Murton ?
(Perth): until proven guilty yes.
(Heath): not totally. Personally, I don't think heading to the city is a good idea.
(Perth): Your best bet would be to find a phone booth or better yet, a train station.
(Biakhov): or so...
(Heath): Biakhov ! Where are you going !?
(Biakhov): good evening sir. Elite French...well it's good.
At the sight of Biakhov's elite badge, the man was terrified and quickly left the scene. The small group was therefore able to take the car and go to the nearest station and then arrive in France.
(Biakhov): what not to do seriously...
(Perth): don't complain. You were able to sleep during the trip. We had to watch over them.
(Biakhov): hé hé...sorry.
(Arthur): where is your base located ?
(Biakhov): under a museum. In Paris.
(Heath): hm...good.
(Perth): Don't worry Heath. Everything will be alright.
(Biakhov): what's wrong with him ?
(Perth): Civilians frightens him.
(Biakhov): ah yeah...I understand.
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Another Military Branch
ParanormalWhat is an elite ? : An elite is a criminal wanted by the police and / or the army with at least 30 murders to his credit. You must also have been contacted by an army officer and have made a pact with the government: An elite has the right to kill...
