“They told me to search for any intel on the rebels, but I don’t know what they expect me to find in all this mess, since the bombers effectively leveled it.” He mutters to himself, knocking aside a lump of coal on the ground with his baton. Some dust gets kicked up, causing you to sneeze, and he suddenly notices you crouched behind some rubble. Startled, he grips his baton tighter and questions you sternly; “Hey! What are you doing here? You’re not with the rebellion, are you?”
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