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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/3/2017 1:36:02 AM
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The bow contained packs stacked up onto one another, with the words [i]Ham Sandwich[/i] painted over the strange foil that it was inside.
Others said [i]Steak, Tomatoes, Grilled Cheese [/i] the list went on
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"Ooooh yeah. You guys need new food. Not in a disrespectful manner, but C-rats aren't efficient line rations. Hour to waste-dump every three days breaks morale. We'll get Class A-rats on the supply line."
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"It's all we have really. Most of our A-class was destroyed. We used to have safe houses, which are now gone." Ransley said, looking away from the gruesome state of food
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"Don't worry about it. Just worry about holding the city, I can take care of logistics," Clamping the lid back onto the crate, the Enforcer headed to the exit.
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"Logistics, meaning supply routes?" Ransley asked, going after Steel as the two went up the stairs to the Grand hall
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"Supply lines, airlifts, safehouses. Might even try to set up a militia for reinforcements."
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[spoiler]Where you banned or something? [/spoiler] "Huh..." Ransley said as the two exited out into the grand hall "Keith will lead you from here." Ransley said, turning and leaving as Keith went towards the exit
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[spoiler]nah[/spoiler] Walking out of the command center, Enforcer Steel tapped the comm on his head, "Ananke, what's the status on our holo-emitters? Uh-huh. Yeah," Imputing a a short code into his datapad, he scanned Keith, "Scan uploaded. Yes, as many as the suit can handle. Fine, Ninety-percent with priority on summons."
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Keith stopped, remaining silent as Steel spoke over his comms
