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8/12/2015 3:33:44 AM
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Python sits in the gunship's pilot seat, flying to Sector 777. He thinks back to some time ago, before he met his girlfriend.
(Flashback)
Python sits with Murph, in a bar. He takes a sip of his whiskey.
"You think the team will get back together?"
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"I hope so. We work well together." *he takes a swig of wine*
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"That's for damn sure." He downs the last of his whiskey and calls for another. "You had any contact with the rest of the team?"
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"Just Minerva. You?"
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"Could've sworn I saw Ginger while I was working the other day, but other than that no." He drinks his whiskey.
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*takes another sip of wine* "How long you think we got until someone else wants us all dead?"
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Edited by Python824: 8/12/2015 3:45:59 AM"Ten years at best." He smirks. "I miss the fight, I really do."
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"That's your nature. Shouldn't suppress it. Me and Minerva have been doing random mercenary jobs, but it's nothing like the fights we used to have back on Thorisis, or in hell." *finishes my glass and pours more*
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"I got a job as a construction worker. Ironic right?" He takes another drink of his whiskey.
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"Is [b]de[/b]struction part of the job? If so I could see it." *he smirks*
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"Sometimes, that's my favorite part obviously."
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"Heh. "Sometimes"." *drinks* "To the next big fight, may we fight it together!" *he holds up his glass*
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Python raises his glass. "To the next big fight!" He downs it and slams the glass back on the table, snapping out of the flashback. [spoiler]Dat ending doe[/spoiler]
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[quote][spoiler]dat ending doe[/spoiler][/quote]
