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4/9/2015 2:10:14 AM
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*Sees you walk out of the room Dolph was in*
Why were you in there?
He awake?
English
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Edited by Bardo XCIX: 4/9/2015 2:39:34 AMWe were... talking. *pulls close* *turns off Comm* He... agreed to transfer the savings of his corporation over to me.. If his death was quick. Since your the closest friend I have, I'll split it. Just don't tell anyone.
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*Stares at you* You aren't being serious? Double-cross everyone?
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It won't be. Because they won't know..
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*Silence* ... If you give Zara a cut, yes. I'll do it.
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Deal. We just have to do it subtle.
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*Nods* When are you getting the money?
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Edited by Bardo XCIX: 4/9/2015 2:40:15 AMAlready got half. We'll get the other once it's done?
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When will it be done? You know...
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No I don't know. What? [spoiler]also new post[/spoiler]
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*runs in* I want some cash. I hear everything.
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Keep it down. Sure.. Just don't say anything.
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You left your comms on
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Edited by Bardo XCIX: 4/9/2015 2:39:10 AMAh s***. I broke my nub\mber one rule.
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Alright. Want to meet my old friend? *Wilsonson walks in* He died from a sniper in Vietnam. (Wilsonson) Nice to meet you. Im a sniper.
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*Glares at him* We already have one.
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(Wilsonson) Im just meeting the team. (Me) Yeah he was a pretty decent shot.
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Edited by SonacyOfTheHams: 4/9/2015 2:43:15 AM*I turn to you* How decent?
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(Me) Eh. Almost hit me when I wasn't a land tank. (Wilsonson) Bruh, I was drunk as shit. (Me) Yeah, and that caused your death.
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Edited by SonacyOfTheHams: 4/9/2015 2:51:01 AMAnd here I was, about to challenge him. Guess not.
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I brought him back. *shows you the golden cross on my arm* I'm also the vessel of Michael, The Warrior of Heaven.
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Sounds... Interesting. Why did you bring him back? *Points to him*
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Good friend. My other squadmate, Asscrack was annoying as fûck. (Wilsonson) Damn straight. (Michael) No more foul language! It is a sin! (Me) We cuss when we want, how we want and where we want.
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The hell? You are quite the interesting people...
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(Michael) *scolds you at the saying of is place of fighting* (Me) Ok. *turns to you* Ill be back I gotta go talk to god. Michael! Take me to God. *my body falls limp*
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... *Walks away, not uttering a word*
