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1/20/2016 3:49:04 PM
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"Oh, you're awake." You hear a familiar voice. "I patched up as best as I could."
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"W-Who are you?"
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I walk in front of your line of sight. I'm the same red haired woman from before. "You gave me an orange, so I helped you."
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"Holy sh!t now I remember. Thank you for saving me." "So what have you been up to?"
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I pause for a second. "Still running. You?"
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"Same, however I've gotten back to smuggling things across borders."
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"Smuggling?" You can tell I'm interested. You sense an offer coming up.
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"Yeah, most of the time I do guns to other places, or some other stuff they need to get that the Fireteam prohibits."
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"Ever snuggled a person?"
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"Umm, no, but I can make it work, where do I need to go?"
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"Nowhere yet." I toss you a data chip. "Put this in a device, and I'll contact you through when I need your help."
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"Got it."
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"You've got a day to rest till I take off, and then you're off my ship, alright? I'm in a rush."
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"Ok I'll probably be out in an hour to get back to my ship."
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Editado por bip: 1/20/2016 9:32:25 PM"So what got you out there anyways?"
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"I really don't know."
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"Hm, well whatever it was, you should probably avoid it from now on. You got lucky, any worse and you-" I pause for a second. "You would've needed implants to heal that. Luckily it wasn't that bad." I grab a drink. "Rations. Not glorious, but it'll do." I hand it to you. "Nutritional value of a regular lunch. 'The food of the future'. Too bad it tastes like garbage." I chuckle.
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"Why can't they make these nutritional drinks taste like a milkshake, if this is what it is coming to, I'm not gonna like future food."
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"Oh well, food's food."
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"I guess."
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"So, still running from FN?"
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"Yeah, still running, no matter what it takes to get away from them."
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"Then we share a common goal." I take a sip of my ration. "Running from them."
