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(Seymour is in the hangar looking at different machines through the hangar. He is taking survey of the different kind of weaponry each machine has. Bother?)

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(Seymour is relaxing in the arboretum. He is sitting at a table that his men prepared for him drinking fine wine and eating a steak while enjoying the veiw. He sees you approach.)

Do you need something from me? If so, I hope it is good. I'm trying to enjoy my lunch.

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[curseu-reflexes.livejournal.com]

Bertrand Herrera wasn't my mechanic, he was my employer. He was the founder and president of Herrera Futuristics, a company specializing in developing Prominence Armors. And unfortunately, meeting him would be impossible; he died earlier this year.

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(Seymour looks at Julia for a beat.)

It might not mean much from me but I'm sorry for your lose. He obviously was a brilliant man.

[curseu-reflexes.livejournal.com]

More than that, he was a good man. As is his wife; Elizabeth Herrera's rebuilt and revived his company and they're in the works of making Prominence Armors superior to even the Corona.

... Plus, I at least helped them broaden their markets. They're the primary weapon suppliers for Gucun now.

[screws-rules.livejournal.com]

Really? I might need to get in contact with Miss Herrera. As a weapon supplier, I like to personally know the competition. Hopefully, we can work something out and become partners in the industry.

[curseu-reflexes.livejournal.com]

Hopefully... can't really promise anything either way though. Not at the moment, I mean.

[screws-rules.livejournal.com]

Of course. I didn't expect you to. I'll try and get in touch with her once the opportunity presents itself. Thank you for this information. It should prove beneficial in the future.