Waking Up [Open]

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Shadow, for the most part, had kept to himself in the past few weeks, seemingly unaffected by the rage virus or the incident with Steve. Maybe that was a good thing in his case. However, during this time, he found himself contemplating some things. It seemed that Stacy, being a little more kinder to him, had restored more of his memories.

It was less that he didn't want them and more why didn't he have them before? In either case, he now remembered more of his life - that he was an agent of G.U.N. and his dealings with the "future" scientist Eggman Nega - and he decided to try to figure out more. It didn't work out.

At the moment, Shadow had found himself in the hangar, looking for certain somethings. He found them - G.U.N.'s mecha arsenal. Big Foot and Hot Shot walking tanks, its flying counterpart Flying Dog, the hovering tanks Heavy Dog and Blue Falcon and the incomplete battle mech Diablon. There was probably a whole lot more there, but this was a bit more than enough.

"At least this blasted place kept our gear..." Shadow uttered. "Hmm... I wonder if it would be worth it to restart the program here..."

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This was, for all purposes, how she understood people to exchange feelings of longing. She was still getting the hang of showing that to others.

"I see," she said, looking at the aforementioned machines. "What do they do?"