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11/25/2015 1:06:33 AM
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Jane sets up a dartboard in her apartment, practicing her archery. She was good at it as a kid, but it had been a long time. She needed practice.
(Open to all in the skyscraper)
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"No need to be so flashy about it..." I mutter as I head back to my room and grab my arrows. I then head up to the roof.
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[b]You spot him, and 2 men in grey undershirts and green camoflauge pants with black boots, boarding a green LAT, awaiting you[/b]
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I hop on the LAT, bow and quiver strapped to my back.
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"Was starting to doubt you would show" [b]He says, closing the door to the LAT to not show the direction of the base[/b] "It's about a five hour or six hour flight" [b]The pilot, Pequod, says, flying [/b]
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"Wonderful." I sarcastically quip.
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"Want a whiskey?" [b]JT asked, reaching into a small cooler [/b]
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"I quit drinking when I started using the bow again. Bad for the aim."
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"So what, grape juice?"
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"Just a water is fine. Besides, grape juice sucks."
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"Agreed" [b]He says, pulling a cold water and a whiskey from the cooler, handing you the water[/b]
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I take the water and drink it. "Maybe you're not as big an egotistical jerk as I thought."
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"Egotistical? No Jane, I'm just slightly insane" [b]He says, uncorking the whiskey and taking a sip[/b]
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"Now that I can agree with." I chuckle.
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[b]He slightly grins, handing the whiskey to another soldier, and he, out of nowhere, pulls his right arm off, grabbing a knife off the wall and putting it in blade first, and he reattaches it[/b]
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"Okay. Should I be impressed? Shocked? I do know what a Cyborg is."
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"Ah, well, some of us don't feel our limbs being removed, and can even reattach them. I'm just putting a knife there for emergencies. You'd be surprised how often I use my arm as a weapon"
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"I can see that being useful."
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"Very. Especially when out of ammo, in the rare occurrence I am" [b]He says, pulling his shotgun, triple tap, off his back, and cleaning off a smudge on the side[/b]
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"Where'd you get that?" I ask.
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"Ah, saving Lance and Etana. You in the mood to hear a story?"
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"Sure, why not?"
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"Alright. So, I am asleep, awaken with a message from jack rabbit, and realize Lance, Etana, and some people named astrid, lilah, zoren and kilik are aboard a large carrier. E fly up, extract Daego, and hold the hangar bay, virtually alone until zoren, kilik, and Derek show, me having found lilah a few minutes beforehand. I hold the hangar until astrid and some others arrive, and we swear Lance and Etana died. We're about to leave, and we see them in the cockpit. We go beck, Lance jumps over, I tackle him midair and grapple back on. Etana makes the jump, and we fly away, this baby being delivered to me the next day"
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"Sounds like it was exciting. Maybe I should try a Jack Rabbit bounty."
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"Considering Lance nearly died, and trinity got kneecapped, and Ivan killed on the one before, then Daego losing his legs and Lance nearly dying again this time, I would suggest against it"
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"Still, it's a nice shotgun."
