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postato inizialmente in:Neo Punks
12/13/2015 4:32:54 AM
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[b]A few hours later y'all arrive at the airfield, JT and 4 men in all black greeting you, the men with M4A1 carbines in hand[/b] JT: "crow"
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[i]He walks out of the plan, armed to the teeth, and simply nods to JT.[/i] No word on the Chinese.
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"Yet you sent word of something bigger; hayabusa. You say they're planning something, and I need them out of the game, as I'm bringing my military into defense contracting. So, you want guns, bullets, a tank, or the rank of captain here? I'm doubting the last one sounds enticing to you, but I offer it"
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I need none of it. I need monetary compensation.
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"Five grand"
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Simple enough.
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[b]He pulls the cash out in hundreds, American currency, and hands it to you. [/b] "Alright, what other services do you offer, Crow?" [b]He asks, intrigued[/b]
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Assassination, capture, espionage, infiltration, and reconnaissance.
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"Huh. Alright, I'll call you up if I need anything"
