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Scar stepped into the his workplace. It looks like a warehouse on the outside. But inside there were people working on every type of machinery. From robots to missiles to computers. Scar didn't look like he was going to work persay but that's because he wore suits, nothing or something that looked moderately dressy. "Franklin how is that virus coming along," he asked, stopping by a workstation. The teenager kept his eyes on his computer, his hands flying. "Fine Sir—" he glanced up, pausing. "Sir Who is—" He put his name on Maureen's back. "This is my wife. Her name is Duchess." Maureen rolled her eyes, at the stupid name. "Duchess." "Please call me Katya, it's more my speed." Scar chuckled at the reference. Katya. The first fake name he ever gave her. "She's visiting today, but
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