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Marc sighed as he placed the receiver back in it's cradle and stood up from his seat causing security to snap back to attention. “Jeez guys, You'd think a friggin admiral had just entered the room.” He said with a giggle which was cut short by their serious expressions. “Ok, I'll play along. Excellent work men, carry on.” He barked with a salute as he turned to leave the room, catching one of the guards trying desperately not to laugh. "He's laughing! I saw it! Off with his head!!!" Marc shouted getting the entire room to crack up. "Hard to find good guards nowadays." Marc muttered with a satisfied grin.