"Well it seems the ghost is good at shooting..."
Ryker watches him.
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[b]when he finishes, he dissapears again. The target papers move forward, showing his score. You could have sworn you heard chuckling.[/b]
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"Damn he made that look like nothing..."
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[b]a small business card falls slowly on the table. It has a number scratched on it, and it reads at the back:[/b] [i]what's your price?[/i]
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Ryker has a confused look. "What.... What do you mean...?" He speaks to seemingly nothing.
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[spoiler]he's a gun for hire.[/spoiler] [spoiler]need anyone dead, you hire him.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh[/spoiler] "Ah whatever, I'll call it if I need it."