<P>So such things were, for the most part, ignored.
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<P>One must also account the guards outside of the compound. There were two of them standing at the gate - Which, by the way, was no threat whatsoever, because the brick walls could be scaled, avoiding the gate altogether. From Dominic's current location, no other sentries could be seen.
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<P>UNATCO Headquarters was well protected. There was no other means of entry. Any ventilation shafts were conveniently too small for entry, and no "back door" was present. This meant that Dominic's party would have to enter through the front doors, despite all security threats mentioned, get past the guard at the front desk, and pass into the facility. Where to go from there... Dom left that up to the black cloud in his forehead.
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<P>"Really?" Paul laughed enthusiastically, flicking the lit stub of his spent cigarette onto the pavement ground. "She actually said that to you? To your face?"
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<P>His friend, Sam, blushed, and nodded. "Yeah. She said that."
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<P>"What'd you do? What'd you say to her?"
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<P>"I don't know. Stood there for a bit. Just in shock, you know? Then, I... Well, I said..."
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<P>"What? What?!"
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<P>"Well, I said, You're not my mother, damnit.' And then walked away."
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<P>" You're not my mother'? Oh, God!" Paul laughed hysterically. "That is so lame!"



