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publicado originalmente en:Neo Punks
12/17/2015 10:24:45 PM
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[b]They all follow, the girls deciding to stay on the beach and go in the water for a while, leaving JT with Renzo. [/b]
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[i]I held a helmet in my hand, different from any combat helmet. It had the #30 on it. A few kids, seeming the age of me walk past, some boys and girls. They look at me and flash smiles saying good game or patting my back. [/i]
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[b]He looks at Renzo, figuring he must play a sport or something[/b] "You play any sports?"
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"Yeah, I play football. Running back and middle linebacker."
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"Ah, sounds fun"
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"It is when your in the field." [i]I chuckled [/i] "Not too far now."
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"Good" [b]He says, thinking back to his teenage years, about sports, remembering his days as a quarterback on a gang team, though the rules were way different, as killing the other team was encouraged[/b]
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[spoiler]lmao[/spoiler] [i]The soon come across this house in the distance.[/i]
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"That your fathers place?" [b]He asks, staring in awe[/b]
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"That is indeed my father's place." [i]I say as I walk to the front door.[/i]
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[b]He follows, silently[/b]
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[i]I opened the door and stepped in, leading into a very clean and decorative house.[/i] Renzo:"Yo, dad, JT is here." [i]Etana walked out of the room and I to the living room where Renzo and JT was[/i]
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"Mister Lutu" [b]He says, removing his sunglasses, and extending his hand[/b]
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"JT" [i]I said as I shook his hand[/i]
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"Just dropped by to let you know, San Diego is getting hit. Hard"
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"Yeah, I heard about that."
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"Just stopped by to make sure you didn't have any contacts there. Not even watchers can teleport out, man"
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"Not even watchers? Damn that's crazy, do you know if lance and his kids made it out?"
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"I don't, left for Vietnam before it happened. All I'll say is Fūck legionnaires"
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"Legionaries? What were you doing in Vietnam?"
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"Classified operation, supposed to distract some Hayabusa soldiers and ran into a legionnaire"
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"Damn, sounds tough."
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"Yeah. Especially since the son of a bitch had magnetic knuckles! Then there's the fact the group I was on duty for wouldn't dare hire me, considering I'm an ex-terrorist..."
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"Damn dude, sounds crazy."
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"Fūck yeah it was. Not to mention we were outnumbered, and they had military grade magnets, and armor made of nanites, so bullets didn't do shit..."
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"Damn man, sounds like a suicide mission."
