why do i go through the effort of making messages that i will later look at and be 'that was fucking stupid' while also simultaneously thinking that while making said messages? i will never know, to concise what was said, below it is what they or i call tolerating myself
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Subject: Temporary Suspension – Response Unit Operative
They called him response Unit Storm
storm had a reputation in the corridors beneath the site. When d-class tried to escape and red lights flooded the hallways, he was usually the first
Two days ago, during a incident where he executed 2 people one for treason other for endangering other personnel on site after ISD failed to do anything he took everything in his own hands.
So Command suspended him.
Duration: 48 hours.
He simply stood up, clipped his security badge back onto his vest, and walked toward the stairs leading down to the exit.
Someone in the security hall asked him:
“Two-day suspension teach you anything?”
storm just adjusted the strap on his response rifle and smirked
“Yeah,” he said.
“next time i will be ready.”
And deep beneath Site-65, the alarms were already waiting for him to come back.