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[ragnarok97071]

: Right then. think we should somehow check the body to see if it's going to do something weird like kill him? I'm not in any hurry to get to work, but it would probably be a good idea to start as soon as possible anyway.

[Phantom]

Okay sir.
*Goes in with the six Coalition Trooper clones and accidentally locks himself and the clones.*
Shit.

[CJ1145]

A terrible gnashing sound is heard, followed by a bloodcurdling series of screams.

: Attention all personnel, this is an X-COM Service Announcement. Please refrain from entering unmarked storage areas without prior clearance from your commanding officer, as potentially harmful cargo may be held within. That is all.

[Phantom]

*A drop ship from Trade Star brings down another shipment of clones*

Paaaaaaaaaaain.

[ragnarok97071]

: What do you think that was? Didn't sound like anything I've ever heard of.

[CJ1145]

A massive smash dents the door to the storage area a little, poking a small hole in the door. All Simon can see through the hole is the glint of red metal before a massive electrical shock forces the thing to back off. A pained scream echoes from inside, a voice that sounds extremely familiar to him.

[Phantom]

That totally isn't Simon's Bro, right?

[CJ1145]

: Don't be ridiculous, soldier.

Gendo stood beside him, staring at the door.

: If we had access to him, wouldn't he be out in the field and not locked up and being tortured in some cell? And if he really was imprisoned, would he have access to weaponry like that? No, that's just a giant stag beetle our scientists recovered from South America on a research mission. Are we clear?

[Phantom]

*The Browncoat is now wielding a Pulse Digger, breaking down the door*

I'll pay everyone 500 gold nuggets I stole from Trade Star if I survive this.

[CJ1145]

As the Browncoat digs, the shock sets itself off again, frying him to nothing but a skeleton and a black coat.

[ReDeadEr]

: In survival of fittest, Greg is winner.

[ragnarok97071]

:Was that...
Simon addresses Gendo.
:"Stag beetles don't sound like that."

[Phantom]

*Another clone is dropped off by Trade Star. Along with a contingent of Skeleton Robots.*

Note to self: In the year 2050, buy this goddamn organization.

[CJ1145]

: Stag beetles also don't grow to the size of a dinosaur and have a metallic red tint. Why are you so certain it can't scream?

Gendo looks over to the Browncoat.

: If you take a step closer you're going to sorely regret it.

[ReDeadEr]

: Gendo-Man? If Brownclothes-man get shot in the head, Greg call dibs on his body.