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11/25/2015 2:27:20 AM
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"One hundred soldiers there at all times, other two hundred are on scout duty in the cities, reporting gang activity and overwatch movements as well as abnormal things on a daily basis."
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"So your PMC is the real deal huh? Though I'm not sure I wanna be associated with a group against overwatch."
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"Against overwatch? Nonono, were against the corrupt ambassadors. You've heard of the Rosskayan ambassador, no? The one who finds killing prostitudes fun?"
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"Yeah, I know."
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"We're after those corrupt little shits, and the monarch as well."
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"The monarch!?"
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"Goddamned right. I have the best thief, the best swordsman, and the best talkative person right in my back pocket for this kind of thing"
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"Fine, I'll take the risk. When do we leave?"
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"Well, got a flight to in ten minutes. Meet me on the roof" [b]He says, entering his room, jumping out the window, and grappling up to the roof[/b]
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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."
