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6/12/2016 2:39:48 PM
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[i]"I dunno about you. But I'm gonna go get some lunch."[/i]
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"Mind if I join you?" He asks, following her.
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[i]"Go right ahead."[/i] She cracks a smile, which she had never done so far. An old man was walking back behind a counter, dusting his dirty apron. He was fat, bald and had a kind look to his worn face. "Light, my girl! Thanks so much for getting us out of trouble again..." She walks up to the counter. [i]"Anything for you, Lars, as long as you keep the amazing food coming!"[/i] She giggles slightly. "Here, let me cook something for ya, on the house!"
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He walks up next to her. "So what do you usually get?" He asks. He was a little confused as he didn't really know what that laugh meant.
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"Little light here always gets herself some got dogs. She loves 'em." The old nan chuckles. "What'll it be for ya, sonnie?"
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"I'll take the same as her." He says.
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"Comin' right up!" Light smiles, then turns back to go take a seat.
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He follows her, sitting near her, but giving her space. "So... You eat here often?"
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[i]"Every time I get shore leave. This place isn't much, but it was my home when I had none."[/i]
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"That's nice... We all need a place to call home..." He says with a warm smile. "So who do you work for anyways?"
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[i]"Triumvirate. I'm a specialized agent."[/i]
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His eyes widen... This was an agent of his cousin? "Oh... I... Wow... I was thinking about signing up. To be employed there."
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[i]"well then, you're in luck. We hire just about anyone."[/i]
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"Ah... The expendable ones." He says with a smile.
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She raises an eyebrow. [i]"The who?"[/i]
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"Nevermind..." He says, shaking his head. "So... What do random applicants like me get to do?"
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[i]"I don't exactly know the whole works of it. But what I'm guwssing you can do is specify where you would want to work."[/i]
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"Ah... Alright.." He says. "So... Do you like working for... Them?"
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[i]"The pay is nice. Plus they give me targets I can be at peace with killing."[/i]
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"That's nice, knowing you're putting down the worst of the worst.." He says.
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[i]"Yep."[/i] The fat man soon arrives with their hot dogs, two for each. "Here you go, younglins. On the house." [i]"Thank you, Lars."[/i] She smiles at him, taking hers.
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He had had his money ready to pay in thanks for her saving him, but... On the house was good. He smiles and thanks Lars. He takes a bite, swallowing then speaking. "Well... Thank you, Light.... For saving me. I probably wouldn't have made it without you."
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She chuckles. [i]"No problem."[/i]
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"And if there's anyway I can repay you, anything, let me know." He says.
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[i]"There's no need for repaying."[/i] She smiles, eating her hot dogs.
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He takes another couple of bites. "This is pretty good." He says with a smile.
