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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/21/2016 2:39:59 AM
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Do me a favor, I've been lookin' around for an old gun, Winchester Model 1897, Trench Gun. You get me one of them and we're good to go.
[i]He replied.[/i]
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"[b]Stangely enough...[/b]" [i]Jackson said, his voiced slightly strained as the satchel envelops his arm and he rummages. Pulling out, he takes the ancient gun in both hands, looking up at Wilson.[/i] "[b]...I've used that one before. Giant rats in some hellhole of a bar some time ago. Here you are, then.[/b] [i]He hands it up to the man, stock first.[/i]
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[i]Wilson took the weapon, pumping it with one hand to make sure it was unloaded. Upon discovering that it was, he slid the weapon into a sheath on his back, and he extended a hand to Jackson.[/i] Pleasure doin' business with you, Mr. President.
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[i]He grabs it and shakes once, then retrieves his crate, pulling out a strange gun seemingly giving off orange light.[/i] "[b]Id out this will be our last trade, Mr. Wilson. I look forward to the next.[/b]" [i]He points the gun at the crate and a whirring sound erupts from it, the box,p being lifted into the air, seemingly losing any effect gravity had on it. He walks away, the box bobbing up and down before him.[/i] [b][i][u]End.[/u][/i][/b]
