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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">NRPG: figured it would be about the same time Sleeford comes in – just expanding bit for it to be included.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Mission: Lights, Camera….Action?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Day: 1<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 – ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 1020)</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Amber looked at Ava and winked her eye, "Nesha is dead yes, but I am very much alive…" <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Janice looked up and stood in a daze, ~Nesha... The kids right. You’re dead. I was there.~
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">One of the kids pulled her sleeve, “Can I get a picture with both of you?”
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">It was enough to pulled her out from her stupor, “Come on over here – the kid wants a snap,” She knelt down by the kid and handed them her rifle. Oversized for the child they fumbled with it till Janice placed
her hand underneath it to help them balance it. While the photo was getting taken Janice’s eyes looked to Nesha, “It’s – good to see you,”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(reply Kervik)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“How have things been? I’ve not seen you since...” Janice left the end of the sentence hanging. Truth be told if this was real she had no idea when she last seen Nesha. She didn’t even know her name. Taking
a moment Janice quickly looked at her for any from of visible identification.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Janice’s agent spotting her talk quickly gathered the kids up and took them behind on of the walls to get some refreshments. The could still see through but it would give the pair a bit of time before bringing
them back in. Of course – there was nothing to stop them coming back in with a carton of juice and a packet of crisps by themselves.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(reply Kervik)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">There was a cough behind her, "I hope there's no Tellerirtes here to bug you ?”</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Paul?” she said looking at him squinting her eyes a bit, “No – no
<span style="color:black">Tellerirtes, not since the Risa episode.” Janice was still unsure of what exactly was going on and was trying her best not to let people think she was going crazy. She decided to impart a bit more though into it to gauge his response,
“I wish they made the hand rest fit the rifle.” She tilted her thumb to the table where the child had sat it down after the photo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(reply Kervik, Sleeford)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(posted by Adam)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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