#117914 - A holographic projection beamed out of it, and she began to type: Wednesday, August 11, 2110. With a look of dread in her eyes, the dragoness sat down, reached into her pocket, unfolded a keyboard-like device in front of her and pressed the power button. “Cutting the crap- We need to make you scentless, and we can’t just put you in a suit.
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