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Apophis sat on the helipad, bits of bamboo and bent pieces of steel pipe strewn about. Apophis wasn't wearing a shirt, his scars, tattoos and the locations where his synthetic arms fused with organic tissue. His sheathed His sheathed ōdachi and his collapsed staff sat beside him. He took a puff from his white tobacco pipe, letting a small amount of smoke escape from his mouth before he inhaled, then exhaled a cloud of smoke smelling of raspberries, "Det er en fin dag, definitivt bedre enn Lillehammer, men't det?"
Apophis was alone on the helipad, instead on his lap was a worn, dark brown teddy bear. Apophis took another puff from his pipe, "Vi har kommet langt. Fra gatene i Lillehammer til en permenant bosatt av den Burj Al Arab. Livet er bra."
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