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2/23/2016 11:16:48 PM
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[b]he doesn't even answer, he just keeps running. The sound of his heavy breathing and manic footsteps fill the air as he bursts through a wall to the medbay, basically short-circuiting his prosthetic arm. Medics swarm him and steal away the woman. Wheatley just stands and watches for a moment before loading a handgun and walking back toward the area she was shot[/b]
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"What happened!?"
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[b]he still doesn't answer. As he rounds the corner, three thugs appear to be jumping another wisp, a child. Wheatley nails one through the head, the gunshot from a strange red Glock .45 appears to create strange red growths on the victims head. The man screams in horror and pain. He rushes the other two, immediately decapitating one and grabbing the other by the throat, slicing its neck with the sword and ripping the windpipe out of the cut like a savage. The kid cries and Wheatley tries to comfort it.[/b]
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"What is going on?!!"
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"Gangs, hunters... Our kind is worth a lot on the black market, dead or alive. There are still legends of a slave owner working his Wisp slave to death, then proceeding to eat the corpse... I've heard we're good sautéed with onion." [i]"DON'T SAY THAT, WHEATLEY!" [/i] "Sorry... It's true though. Now go to the medbay, Amy is waiting for you... Take this though." [b]he hands the kid a small chunk of a strange metal and he runs off[/b]
