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CHYOA Guru
"You heard her, babe." Sarge grins. "You'll be in my loving care."Natasha nod smiling. So that mean they have at least three different teams inside the city.
"All right, Sarge you will guard her, we have to move forward. Let's begin with the temple." She said decided if wouldn't be wise to split up in unknown territory, it will be better if they stay together.
Heading into the city, Natasha's struck again by how simply vast it is. Her satellite navigation has long since stopped working, so she's forced to use the stars above to navigate her way around the labyrinthine streets. Everywhere, she sees displays of wealth and extravagance, even the homes in the less affluent areas being well decorated, and the mansions being luxurious beyond belief. Still, she has to press on. As she does, she can't help but feel a sense of unease.
Finally, she reaches the temple. She spots two dead men in military gear outside, and loud chanting from inside, the voices pleasant but strange. The chants are vaguely familiar, but she can't place the language or musical style. One moment, it sounds like Catholic Gregorian chanting, the next, like the call of an Islamic muezzin, or a collection of buddhist monks, but it never sounds exactly like any of those. The chanting sounds...older.
