Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: You slip as quietly as you can through the shadowy alleyways to the designated meetingplace with the NightVeil representative. Although it is a violation of DCMS regulations to purchase nonstandard, unapproved weapons and vehicles, you desperately yearn for the best possible fighting machines for your troops ... With this in mind, you are confronted by a tall, black-armored figure leaning casually against the dark, cold, blank wall under the poorly-working alleylamp.
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