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[ The whole thing was completely unbelievable, there was no doubt about that. Who would've thought that typing random numbers into your phone after a search for cough syrup would turn up an untraceable network filled with what looked like bunch of crazy people? At least, calling them "crazy" seemed like the most likely conclusion. It occurs to him that he really should be doing his job, but sheer curiosity kept him looking through the posts.

Besides, it could all be related to his assignment. Somehow (okay, that was maybe reaching just a little, but what exactly can a guy do?). So, he begins to type on his phone, not quite sure what sort of person will turn up. ]

So let me guess: This is all an elaborate viral advertising campaign for cough syrup, right?

[ Well crap. Sarcasm doesn't quite translate that well through text, now does it? Still, it seemed like the better option than broadcasting either his face or voice, where (to the right person) he might as well just say "FBI agent here! Ask me about my entire life". ]

Unless any of you have a better explanation. Because from where I'm sitting, cough syrup advertising still looks a lot more likely than "aliens" and "robots".

[ Still, as they always say, sometimes "the truth is stranger than fiction". ]

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[Long pause.]

We thought that was what it was for.

But if we're wrong, I guess we don't know.

You do realize that "using memories from past life to fight evil" sorta goes beyond willing suspension of disbelief, don't you?

So do a lot of things in life!

Sometimes you just gotta take what the world give to you!

That's.

An interesting attitude to take.

[ And... because he can't resist asking... because... seriously... ]

Where do you two even come from?

Michigan.

North Carolina.

Why do you ask?

I'd want to say that explains a lot... but it doesn't.

Let's just say, I was really curious as to where you get your... enthusiasm from.

Oh, well

[There's a long pause as they think it over.

Loooong pause.

Reaaaaalllly loooooooooooooonnnnnnngg pauuuuuse.]

Each other!

[ ...there's no reply for a very long time as he tries to think of how exactly to respond to this. ]

Well, I guess that it's true about what they say about "birds of a feather"...

[There's another pause, mainly because Miria had to stop to tell Isaac that was romantic and they talked about how much they loved each other and yadda yadda.

Then they remember they were talking to someone.]

Why thank you!

We like to think we're a good match!

You know, I can honestly say that I've never met anyone else quite like you two.

[ WHAT DO THESE PEOPLE EVEN DO FOR A LIVING. ]

Glad to here it!

[THAT'S TOTALLY A COMPLIMENT RIGHT.]

[ IF YOU THINK SO... ]

It was... an experience to make your acquaintance, at least.

It was a pleasure to meet you too!

[Because clearly that's what meant.]

[ He's still shaking his head on the other line. ]

I suppose I'll be seeing you around then...

[ ...Does he ask for their names, or would they actually clue in? ]

[You overestimate them.]

We hope you have a nice day!

[ ...this is just sad. ]

Before you go... a name or two might be nice?

Oh right! I'm Isaac!

And I'm Miria! Pleasure meeting you!

[ Well... if nothing else, they don't lack for enthusiasm. ]

And you can call me "Garrus".

[ That nickname was getting a lot of use on here. ]

What a fantastic name!

You should be very proud!

Well thanks.

[ Gerald decides that maybe they aren't so bad after all. ]

See ya soon, buddy!

Have fun!

[ "See you soon."

...Yeah. His return home is going to be way more eventful than he gave it credit for. ]

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