Mis.
Under.
STANDING.
I'll stop by now? Is that--
*left hand covers radio input on the side of helmet*
Q, what is it?
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You're serious? I can't--
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No, they're under martial law here.
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I can't do that either, I've pissed a lot of people off already, and I'd rather not break anymore rules.
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*sighs* understood. Felix out.
*looks to both sides of the road*
*pulls out a pencil and paper*
English
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What are you doing, and who was that?
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Long story, short time. *puts paper in pocket* Is there a way for me to leave the empire at this moment?
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No, not that I know of, you need Identification papers and present them to guards at checkpoint.
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*enters house* Hey Missouri can I talk to you about this- *sees him and Felix* Am I interrupting?
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No, he was just leaving *Tells Felix I'll talk to him later* Alright, what do you need?