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<blockquote>A nearby gurgling noise drew Vustus' attention and he looked down at the surprised face of the overseer as lifeblood spurted out from where a piece of shrapnel had torn out his neck. ''Too coincidental for accident, must be some type of industrial sabotage'', thought Vustus, ''probably the Salamander Guild, we've been outselling them in this market recently. Not my business, really, I'll let the Ursers deal with it.''</blockquote> | <blockquote>A nearby gurgling noise drew Vustus' attention and he looked down at the surprised face of the overseer as lifeblood spurted out from where a piece of shrapnel had torn out his neck. ''Too coincidental for accident, must be some type of industrial sabotage'', thought Vustus, ''probably the Salamander Guild, we've been outselling them in this market recently. Not my business, really, I'll let the Ursers deal with it.''</blockquote> | ||
β | <blockquote>''What'' is ''my business is keeping this facility producing at top efficiency''. Vustus sighed. He could see a lot of long days ahead cleaning up the mangled metal and contracting new indentants. ''At least I have a convenient scapegoat'', he thought, grinning down at the now silent corpse from behind his mask. ''He won't mind, and this way he doesn't have to suffer through black-lung''. | + | <blockquote>''What'' is ''my business is keeping this facility producing at top efficiency''. Vustus sighed. He could see a lot of long days ahead cleaning up the mangled metal and contracting new indentants. ''At least I have a convenient scapegoat'', he thought, grinning down at the now silent corpse from behind his mask. ''He won't mind, and this way he doesn't have to suffer through black-lung''.</blockquote> |
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