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9/4/2015 2:25:24 AM
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"They still are family to me. No idea were my parents and siblings are right now. Hell, they could be the ones that own that fleet for all I know."
He points up.
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"That's why I said I am willing to die for this team. It's the family I never had. My parents abounded me at a young age."
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He nods. "Alright. Let's get this place up and running." He walks off to find the power box.
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[b]He follows him.[/b] "Let's hope this works. "
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He seems to count the doors, then stops after 13. He looks to his right, the straight down. Python squats down and rips up the floor.
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[b]Jack watches him work.[/b] "What should I do?"
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"Just wait for the power a second." He digs up the floor and eventually gets to what looks like a power box. He opens it and sees a green bullet casing. He smiles and looks up, seeing Zara's old room. Python puts the casing in his back pocket and flips a few switches. Soon, the power returns, lights turning on and an alarm ringing.
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"I got it." [b]He teleports to the control room and turns off the alarms.[/b]
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Python stands, looking around. He heads towards the comms room.
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[b]Jack appears next to you and follows[/b]
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He tries the comms and shakes his head. "Bad power coupling. Shit."
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"Damn, what now?"
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He sighes. "We could ask the Tau, the Russians, anyone really. But we should check the ship for any spare parts."
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"Alright. Let's look around then."
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He back away from the console. "Check the armory, I'll check the janitorial closet." He walks out and breaks into a light jog towards a closet.
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[b]He teleports to the armory.[/b]
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Python opens the closet and starts searching, turning on the light as he walks in.
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[b]He looks at the armory. Most weapons are scattered around.[/b] "Seems like they are still in good condition." [b]He gathers the into a pile[/b]
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You find a sniper rifle designed for desert warfare. Silenced, covered in sanded metal and painted to be near invisible up against the sand. Python rummages through the closet and finds what he's looking for, a power coupling. He starts walking back to the comms room.
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[b]He looks at the desert sniper and looks at his heavy sniper. (Jams left behind sniper).[/b] "Well shit. Two swords, two handguns and now two snipers?"
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You realize it isn't a sniper at all, it's a marksman rifle. It's large mag lays next to it, hollow point rounds in the top. You turn the gun in your hands, seeing a carving on the side. Upon closer inspection, you see the word "Freddy" carved in by knife. Python enters the comms room and starts working on the power coupling.
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"Freddy.." [b]He grabs the mag and takes the rifle to Python.[/b] "Python, take a look at this."
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Python was under the desk and hits his head on the under part of the desk. He recoils and crawls out, seeing the gun. He sighes. "Freddy's gun.....where'd you find this?"
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[b]He holds it out so he can see the name.[/b] "I found this is the armory."
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He nods, looking down. "Hell of a guy with a hell of a weapon."
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[b]He looks at the weapon and remembers part of a video much showed him.[/b] "He must've been a good friend."
