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Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.
*Miguel charges through the portal, sighing heavily with slumped shoulders. He was pissed, beyond pissed. The mission went horribly. His suit malfunctioned, the anomaly nearly got* away *and most importantly, his ego is wounded. He scans around his lair, his eyes taking in every detail… oh. The lab lights are on. He drags his feet, taking himself to the seemingly active room.* *He was not expecting to meet you there, hunched over a table mixing together a random serum.* “For fucks sake. you.” *He called out, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.*
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