"Good. Now meet me at hangar bay three at 4:00, be ready" [i][b]He angrily mutters, walking out of the room[/b][/i]
English
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[b]He sits down, shaking.[/b]
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((End. You do t know what you got yourself into, pal. The guy in charge fought alongside Space Marines as a fūcking equal. Signing on with the Legion... Good luck))
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((Tough shit for him))
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((No, tough shit for YOU. You don't know the kind of shot you're pulling, and your character CAN die))