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"You think I give a damn about your team members?" Gabriel responded calmly, suppressing her bloodlust for the moment. "You've already fried about dozen of mine," she declared as she pointed her hand at him, "and let's not even forget about your other comrades and who they've shot and killed, in comparison to us whose most direct involvement with you is through the daily news. Forgive me if this stop-being-a-murdering-bully deal sounds a bit hypocritical coming from you, having already slaughtered our members," she began counting her fingers in accordance with the accusations she was saying, "anyone complicit in our activities, anyone that happens to be standing next to us- or them, and our pets. Or their pets."

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It took several tens of minutes of walking and Nick being insufferably quiet, but the trio (don’t forget about adorable lil’ MAGNUS) finally came across Silverose museum. It was still a glorious and well-kept place that you could probably call a shrine, probably by virtue of it being dedicated to Ash ‘Silver’ Gibbs and Amy ‘Rose’, his sister… why does that latter name some familiar? Anyway, if it weren’t for the coordinates given to them, they’d have no idea which building to enter.
Upon arriving at the outpost’s door, they soon came across a conundrum.

“How the hell do we get in?” Elsa vocalised her own and Nick’s thoughts. “A.U.G.E.R didn’t give us any kind of key and I don’t see an intercom system anywhere.”

Nick ignored her and pressed the side of his glasses with his index finger. After a few moments of Nicholas searching the wall for something, he stopped at a particular section and waved his hand. “Hey A.U.G.E.R, open the door already. My legs are weak and I need to sit down.” He only just noticed that Elsa was looking at him oddly and stopped to respond to her. "Special glasses function."

Elsa mouthed an 'oh'.