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[b][i]A sunny day in Centra...[/i][/b]
[i]Between the lanes of a Centran road infested by Pepto 1-11s and Ravedo S3s, Ajax drives his red Dradon PMB-7 through, gazing around the city and its towering skyscrapers, its brilliant holograms.
He needs somewhere to escape Downtown from for a while; he's afraid that the cripple he met in the alleyway would contact the rest of his boys and tell them how much of a fuçking savage he is. That's gonna lower morale. He can't be roaming around there with low morale amongst his partners.
He drives out of the road and parks his Dradon next to a sidewalk. He removes his helmet and dismounts his bike, walking through the stream of business men and women rushing past him and sitting upon a bench in front of a diner. He takes an E-cigar from his red jacket pocket and takes a hit, synthetic smoke whisking from his nostrils.
Ajax leans back and relaxes, his beautiful Dradon in his view.[/i]
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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[b]he spots 3 of JT's soldiers walk out of the diner, 2 females and one male, and they walk down the street, entering a gray building after a while[/b]
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He looks on at them blandly. "Huh. It's one of that military dude's guys."
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[b]they all raise their kriksboc's, and start to sweep and clear the building[/b]
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Ajax rises from his seat and looks on at the scene in uneasiness. "Shit..." he murmurs to himself. He pockets the E-cig and mounts his Dradon, rolling out onto the road and speeding away from the crime scene. He hears the sirens of Cyber-Police near as he rides on.
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[b]as you ride down the street, a purple LAT carrying JT and 6 others flies overhead, and everyone is wearing masks and lizard outfits from the alley. You get a message from JT on your tac, and they all attempt to shoot the cops, making sure to avoid you[/b]
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((They aren't following Ajax, they're going to those guys in the gray building)) He notices the LAT and glares up at it as he sees its purple paint job and its purple passengers. He then stares at his Pad as he receives the message. "The fuçk...?" With his hands off of the handles of the Dradon he types a reply to you on his Tac-Pad. [i]Who are you?[/i]
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[i]just go with it. We may have procured some things from the lizards. Very specific articles of clothing, and some spray paint. So, you ever need someone to assist an assault on the lizards, message this number[/i]
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[i]I'm fine with you finding them, but it's all me when it comes to taking them out. Thanks for your help.[/i]
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[i]no problem. Well keep you updated if we find them[/i] [b]the LAT flies off[/b]
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[spoiler]*morale[/spoiler]
