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9/28/2015 12:51:48 AM
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Sawyer waits in front of the storage unit strip for Tom.
(Open to Tommy)
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[spoiler]Lol sorry, forgot about da mission[/spoiler] Tommy shows up, wearing his armor, a rifle in his hand and a pistol at his hip.
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[spoiler]Its fine, I was watching a lunar eclipse[/spoiler] "Good, we're all here. This, my friend, is the site and this day is the beginning of a beautiful partnership and business."
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[spoiler]Shit.....forgot about that. Meh, oh well.[/spoiler] "Dude, you sound like a douchebag."
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"How do I remotely sound like a douche?"
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""Beautiful partnership" do I need to continue?" He shakes his head. "Never mind, let's get going."
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"Whatever. Your sarcasm sensors are busted today." Sawyer ponints to a storage unit in the distance. "That guy who owns that unit is an old friend of mine. We were both in the Night war about 10 years back. He...still has hardware he keeps stashed in there."
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"Cool. Where's the tank?"
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"In there. You'd be surprised those things are on the inside." Sawyer's old fellow militant waves, and Sawyer and Tommy start to head in his direction.
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"Do I even wanna know how this guy got this stuff?"
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Edited by Veration: 9/28/2015 3:01:55 AM"You really don't. Actually, that's why I'm wanted for war crimes; I helped this guy export a bunch of shit from the New Republic military illegally."
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"Awesome. I get caught and I'm an accomplice to a war criminal. Just another thing on the list, am I right?"
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"Considering your amount of felons, it won't really matter." [spoiler]Need to get Z's, I've got school tomorrow. We'll continue this tomorrow night at 7:00 EST[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'll be up 7:30 EST[/spoiler] He chuckles a bit. "Ain't that the truth."
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[spoiler]Ok[/spoiler] Sawyer approaches the man. He is extremely shady looking and aged horribly. His face looks like an extra shrively prune.
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Tommy extends his hand for a handshake. "Tommy."
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"Names George," the man growls, "and in here's my wares. I've got everything from guns to tanks." George takes a small remote out of his hand and opens the unit. The door slowly rises revealing thousands of firearms and explosives on all 3 walls, and at the center of it all, the giant tank, painted a steel black.
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"Holy shit....." He stands in awe, looking at the weapons and equipment that is before him.
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Sawyer goes in circles, staring at all the hardware. "I'll take everything," Sawyer mutters.
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He still stands in awe at the tank.
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Edited by Veration: 9/28/2015 3:14:56 PM"Pretty nice, and it'll be even better when it's rigged with an arcLINE generator. One shell will rip through 100 tons of titanium.
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"I like it." He looks at Sawyer. "When do we leave?"
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"Oh. Now. I called and paid George in advance, and we've got a transport for the tank coming in now." A giant cargo bob descends from the sky, blowing leaves around the empty lot with its powerful rotor generating a gust. "Here it is."
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Tommy climbs into the tank's driver seat.
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"You want to be in a tank that's gonna be lifted up 3 miles in the air?"
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"Nope, just helping them move it in." The tank lurches forward and onto the copter. He climbs out. "Love the way that thing handles."
