The spy smiles a bit from behind the cloth over his mouth and nose. “Pleased to meet you Dom…I am from Nucleus…that place is very dreadful.I am on medical leave of sorts due to some lung problems.” he shakes his head a bit to himself.
He gives him an odd expression at the word ‘Nucleus’. It’s mostly of a suppressed fear. A bad memory, more or less. He clears his through, correcting his expression. “Nucleus, eh? Heard of that place. And lung problems? Hate to hear that, mate. Anythin’ I can do fer yeh?” He waited a moment, then added, “I’m from Coldfront.”
“It is not as bad as it could be. Most damage is physical…but i won’t die in a while.” he shakes his head a bit. “Coldfront? I don’t believe I have heard of that place…Over at Nucleus we were well…tight knit…sounds chilly.”
“Coldfront’s a frozen graveyard to a lot of mercenaries, wot with the Respawn rarely workin’. Cold gears, yeh know. Freeze an’ stick, causing it to fail.” He nods. “Tight knit is good, though. I’m happy my base is koinda loike that.”
Reblogged from nucleusgraves
Originally from quickscoped
© quickscoped
-
nucleusgraves reblogged this from quickscoped and added:
“Oh dear…that’s no good…” he frowns a bit. “Respawn messes up at times there…but it is never as severe as not working…”...
-
quickscoped reblogged this from nucleusgraves and added:
“Coldfront’s a frozen graveyard to a lot of mercenaries, wot with the Respawn rarely workin’. Cold gears, yeh know....
-
quickscoped likes this
-
quickscoped posted this
