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[The feed switches on and cycles through mediums, from audio of something softly growling, to black and white armored hands, flash of a gold visor, and blue sky above as the device is fiddled with, and then settles on text. A couple moments pass before any words are entered.]

AGENT MAINE TO COMMAND. REQUESTING STATUS. UNKNOWN DEPLOYMENT. CLARIFY.

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[brodakota]

[North, admittedly, is still stuck on what to do. He's really conflicted, based on what he knows, and much as he hates to admit it, kind of scared even if this is the Maine he's always known. But at the same time, this is Maine and he trusts Maine.]

I'll leave it to York then. I'll catch up with you guys later.

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GOT IT.

[Maine still has no idea that anything's as off as it actually is. Blame Washington and York for giving Maine the Worst Debriefing Ever.]





[of all time.]

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[brodakota]

[If it's any consolation, North is really sorry he feels this way. He's just very rattled by the fight with the Meta and the not knowing what to think and trying to calm down an AI who is doing his best to be very brave. And coming to the rescue again.]

:)

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[Maine doesn't really do emoticons so for a moment he's not sure how to respond.]

:)

[It's about the most uncertain smiley-face ever.3
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