He was sooked in blood, his clothes were a mess, his house was a mess, his life was a mess. “If another person calls me, I swear that someone would have to put myself in prison”

  He was angry with his boss, angry with the world, angry with himself. He wasn’t stable and didn’t want to be.

  He returned to his station to say a few things to his boss, he wasn’t his usual rational self, now he was angry.

  He entered the office without knocking at the door <> Pxan said

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  Pxan wasn’t that surprised, they were securities everywhere <>

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  <> Pxan nearly jumped at him

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  Pxan barely contained yourself.

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  When the evicted notice arrived he was already ready to depart, he will show his bosses what he was made of. When he arrived at the district he didn’t have a desk, he didn’t result in the logs. He was a little bit confused, maybe it was just a small administrative hiccup, easily resolvable in a few hours.

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  He looked back, it was one of the policemen <>

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  “Idiots are really everywhere” since childhood Pxan had learned how to recognize one and ignore it.

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  Pxan entered the captain office, this time knocking at the door. <> his tongue stopped mid-sentence. The captain was a beast of man, with large shoulders, big muscles, and a herculean physique. He had a prosthetic but not like Pxan owns. It was a war prosthetic made for the battlefield that could curve steel, crack skulls, and parry bullets.

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  <> Pxan fear of having his prosthetics crushed subsided a bit <>

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  He looked at him straight in the face <>

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  Lhyps stood up <>