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1/2/2016 6:39:13 PM
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The figure met the soldiers eyes with a look of fear. He downed the offered shot and laid some cash on the counter.
He would need change.
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The soldier placed his hand on the blaster on his hip watching as the bar tender took the money and gave change. "Going somewhere?" The soldier said.
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The figure froze. He was trapped within a fearful and paranoid mind. "You... What do you want from me?"
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"Namely? To see what exactly you're hiding. Someone as scared as you is hiding something illegal."
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"Shhh! Don't talk so loudly. You aren't with Ocurvus are you? One of the underlings of the Lord Commanders?"
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"No I'm with... No I'm not with them." He said hesitating slightly.
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He began shaking again. "You can tell can't you? Death, my shaking is death coming ever closer. They are in my head, trying to shut me down. What I known is so garbled now." Lifting his hood a little reveals a crude metal plate over a portion of his head. "I told her. What she knew was true. They plan terrible things within the city. It's already underway... Down below."
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"What sort of things? And where exactly?"
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"Ah!" The stranger heaves after a strange charge shocks his body. "Catacombs..." Suddenly he falls off of the stool. Dead, not a sign of life on the disfigured man.
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The man looks at the bar tender who calls the police, getting up he heads out a back door where he contacts someone. "That's right he said the catacombs, two scouts should suffice."
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[spoiler]into the catacombs you go....[/spoiler]
