originally posted in:The New Dojo
"3.... Bullion.... Credits... Haha. Hahaha. Alright, what's the catch?" The Guardian leaned over the table, staring the the woman underneath his visor.
"Certain death? I go crazy?"
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[b]It was mainly a small security floor designed for a few offices. There wasn't much too it until a sudden shake blasted open the wall and pushed his back. He could see an aircraft pull away at the last moment[/b]