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| − | '''What was your first encounter with the paranormal?'''<br>
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| − | Neven stubs out a cigrarette and runs a hand though his hair. "There was a village, unlucky - bone tossed between two warlords, many dead," he shrugs "they should have run. But when I went there a month later they were still there. Just not possible! Seemed fine, too fine! But also different. Nothing you could put your finger on, they just seemed weird. You would talk to one person and another person would answer. Never talk to each other. No animals, not even rats. Never saw them drink or eat. Never saw them do anything but wait and watch, no music, nothing...normal you know. Even people who have been beaten down bad there is something. Not these. There was a thing about their eyes too, like they were darker. Took a month but that village got bombed. Completely, completely destroyed. Nobody took responsibility but it was a bunch of planes, made a crater of the place. Even the UN did not squeak."<br>
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| − | '''How did you come to the attention of the Bureau?'''<br>
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| − | After that. No idea how they found me be it was say, a week or so, some guys that were attached to the peacekeeping force. They pulled me in and did all kinds of tests, blood, x-rays, everything. Checked my eyesight three fucking times. The wrote stuff on my skin with sharpies, stuff I could not read, not words in a language I ever saw, and watched me. Nothing happened. Then I got offer.<br>
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| − | '''What do you fear?'''<br>
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| − | He looks away and is silent for a short while. Lights another cigarette. When he finally speaks it is quieter. "What happened to that village. The nothing thing. Rather be dead, you know?"<br>
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| − | '''What would you risk everything to accomplish?'''<br>
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| − | Short laugh, almost a bark. "Find my daughter, Merjem but she is dead I am sure. I looked for a long time."<br>
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| − | '''Pick another PC. Tell us how you know them.'''<br>
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| − | "Olchenko, she was one of the people that checked me out. Knows what she is doing. Always wondered what they were looking for, never wanted to ask her, you know?"<br>
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| − | '''Tell us of another member of the Bureau (name, job, general personality)'''<br>
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| − | "Sergeant Pullings, good soldier! We shoot together at the range. Direct, simple. Good guy, dayshift security and I am always interested in security"<br>
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| − | '''Tell us of a useful contact that you know.'''<br>
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| − | "I have so many! But locally, Denis Muhović knows everyone from the old country that came here. Runs the social club. He has a past, a bad story, but," Neven shrugs, leaving a trail of ask on the table, "don't we all?"
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