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9/29/2015 12:05:48 AM
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"Uh, yeah. Biggest weapons manufacturer there is. That's where we get most of our stock from."
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- he pulls out his gun and aims at the clerk-" please do not be alarmed i am just here to collect some things okay?"-his finger is pulled nearly all the way on the trigger so a slight jolt could set it off. He also seems to have some sharp object in his other hand-
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[b] The clerk presses a button under the counter, deploying turrets from the ceiling.[/b] "ya know, asking me nicely woulda done just fine. One move and those turrets will put more holes in you then Swiss cheese."
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- he sighs-" man this should have gone without a death. Just do it" - a plasma blade swings through the air and the clerk goes down the armored figure books it to cover and a man uncloaks, jumps over the counter and pushes the button. He aims at the clerk.-" dude seriously?"
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[b] the button doesn't deactivate them, as they spin up and spray rounds at you.[/b]
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- they both run out. The first had grabbed weapons. The second took hits to the left leg and right arm. He clutches a bag of bullets. The first has a shot in the shoulder. The second dorsals them both out of the area-" dang dude. I got hit in the parts. Snap." - they both begin to patch themselves up-
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((End))
