#agent forrest

[nasa-etlac]

>Forrest? Forrest! Where the hell are you?

>Useless fuck. He had one job and he blew it. Now he's hiding like the coward he is, waiting to-

>...what the hell? Is this his ID card?

>is that blood?

>FORREST?

>...help...

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[nasa-etlac]

>Help... someone help me... Went into wrong lab, something in cage...

>fucking... bit me... dizzy...

*Forrest collapses*

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[nasa-etlac]

>Fucking hate that cunt. Thinking he's oh so superior because he's got a doctorate in quantum gemology or whatever the fucking bullshit-

>Ah, shit. Wrong room. Gotta turn back befo-

>...what the fuck is that?

>OW!-

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[nasa-etlac]

>Agent Vaughn. Report?

>Sir. We failed to get the intel. A certain someone didn't know how to be civil and ruined our chances.

>Oh, for fuck's sake. Again, Forrest?

>...She was being a belligerent little bi-

>Shut the fuck up.

>...yes sir.

>Besides Agent Forrest's... ahem... shortcomings, I believe I was mildly successful in salvaging the damage. The Wachowski woman expects us to return, yes, but I believe I was able to make it seem non-threatening enough. They will all be on guard, no doubt, but I assure you, we will find the aliens. We also seem to have placed her under the illusion that we only want the rabbit and the winged freak. With luck, that will make it easier to obtain the others.

>...Fine. Well, now that that's over, Doctor Vaughn, you may return to the laboratory and continue working on those crystal samples. And Agent Forrest?

>Yes sir?

>Do better, you useless son of a bitch.

>...understood.

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