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postato inizialmente in:Neo Punks
12/5/2015 6:59:20 PM
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[b]A green helicopter flies beside the building, and he tosses a red book in, the helicopter flying away, and he puts his fingers to his right ear, as if there is an earpiece on, and he tips his head down, speaking quietly into it[/b]
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"Yeah," Summer assumes," gang leader. Probably some poor kids book."
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[b]He seemingly disappears, transforming into a swarm of nanites, and it seemingly flies to ground level, then he reforms, walking in your direction, and you spot military dog tags and a military grade vest under the duster through the open part[/b] [spoiler]Lmao, he's military, not gang so you know. [/spoiler]
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Summer walks by, as if everything that happened was normal[spoiler]Thanks, if I don't reply, I'm at a AT&T store, my brother is fixing his phone.[/spoiler]
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[b]He continues on his way, entering an alleyway quickly[/b]
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"Well," Summer says to herself," what's his business? Military-grade detective skills?"
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[b]The alleyway enterance emits a feint crying sound[/b]
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"What is this?" Summer asks. She walks down the alleyway.[spoiler]Sorry, has to get Christmas stuff out of my basement[/spoiler]
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[b]She spots him consoling a man in all black, with a green best on and the same logo on his shoulder as well[/b]
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"Hey! Hello!"[spoiler]Sorry, I was away from my phone, I was all over[/spoiler]
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[b]They turn, one aiming a shotgun at you, and one holding a combat knife like he's about to throw it. [/b] "Civilian, you're screwing with highly classified business. Leave" [b]The man in the duster says, with a heavy Texan accent. [/b]
