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オリジナルの投稿元:The New Dojo
11/15/2017 2:21:19 PM
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[i]Her approach went well, until she’d been spotted from the corner of the woman’s eye. The reaction was instantaneous, her rifle coming off of her back and up to her shoulder in mere seconds, a round chambered with a pull of the lever. The boy turned around quickly, but did not draw any weapon, instead watching as the other woman approached.[/i]
“Piss off if you’re looking for trouble.”
[i]The woman warned, sounding like she clearly wasn’t in the mood for anything.[/i]
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“Yeah... getting in would be nice.” [i]She lowered the rifle, but kept it in hand and readied. The teenager was silent, looking almost bored with the whole thing, as if he’d seen such interactions before.[/i]
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Dropping her arms, she let out a sigh of relief, then motioned to hold on for a second. Walking towards the entrance, she set both hands against the metal, feeling it for a blind moment before stepping back. Taking a small leap, she drew back and thrust both hands out, a sudden loud cry from the metal then as it shrieked and then dented backwards as if some great force had hit it. Then, she rested both hands against it, and dug her fingers into the metal, and pried a hole in it, making it bigger and bigger.
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[i]Beneath their helmets, both individuals were just a little bit shocked to see her pry the metal backwards and rip a hole through, but nonetheless, they were grateful.[/i] “I’m guessing they won’t care too much about that... or else we’ll get blamed and shot at...” [i]The woman said, sarcastically.[/i]
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"Oh, no. I probably pissed off some people doing this. So I give it roughly thirty minutes before it is whatever law enforcement there is shows up." The girl shrugged, and slinked inside the now ruined gate.
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“Do they have cops here?” [i]The teenager asked, an actual serious question.[/i] “Hope not, considering we’re taking shit that’s not technically ours and we don’t have any actual stuff that explains any of it in detail.” [i]The woman entered, slipping through, the teenager following. [/i]
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[i]Upon arriving at the living quarters, they quickly snuck inside, and began their search. They were obviously looking for a room, and they seemed to know what they were after. Heading down a hallway and through the building, they arrived at an end room, and unlocked the door before walking inside and closing it.[/i]
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[i]They remained inside for nearly half an hour before walking out of the room, both of them carrying tons of weapons. The woman had nearly ten plasma rifles slung across her back, pistols stuffed into her bandoliers and pockets. The teenager’s backpack bristled with explosives, and a grenade launcher was slung across his back. He carried two general-purpose machine guns and belts of ammunition.[/i]
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[i]The two paid little mind to anyone, walking off on their own with the weaponry.[/i] “Yo did you rig up the transmat stuff?” [i]The woman said, looking to the teenager.[/i] “Yeah. It’s good. He should get it soon, I hope.” [i]He replied, the two leaving the building.[/i]
