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"Garrett Prowse. Five foot ten, a hundred and sixty pounds. Caucasian. Green eyes, brown hair. L2 Biotic. You're a dangerous one, aren't you Mr. Prowse? It says here you were apart of the team that took Chairman Burns hostage on MSV Ontario. You're lucky Shepard spared you, and you're also lucky C-Sec didn't notice a slight error in their records. Once you sign these papers, you will be officially apart of Project Phoenix. If not, I'm sure there's a lonely krogan waiting in a C-Sec cell for you. Should you choose to join, the only way to quit, is termination. Is that clear?" the voice over the intercom exclaimed.
"Crystal." Garrett replied sloppily writing out his signature on the electronic pad laid out before him.
"Good. Testing begins immediately."
Before Garrett figured out what was happening, a dampening field was fired out as they put a bag over his head and injected him with a sleep serum. When he awoke, the stubble of his chin had grown into a 5 o' clock shadow. As Garrett raised a hand to scratch it, he found his wrists and ankles bound to a medical table with straps. They had even removed the small combat knife from his combat boots.
"And I just signed on for my death... it's a shame I'm going to die in an alliance standard issue uniform." he muttered to himself, his ears perking when the echo of footsteps started to make their way towards his direction.
"Crystal." Garrett replied sloppily writing out his signature on the electronic pad laid out before him.
"Good. Testing begins immediately."
Before Garrett figured out what was happening, a dampening field was fired out as they put a bag over his head and injected him with a sleep serum. When he awoke, the stubble of his chin had grown into a 5 o' clock shadow. As Garrett raised a hand to scratch it, he found his wrists and ankles bound to a medical table with straps. They had even removed the small combat knife from his combat boots.
"And I just signed on for my death... it's a shame I'm going to die in an alliance standard issue uniform." he muttered to himself, his ears perking when the echo of footsteps started to make their way towards his direction.