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9/4/2015 3:00:52 AM
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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."
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"Yeah, I miss him, but just gotta keep moving right?" He looks up and turns back to the console. "Just gotta put a few more wires into place and we'll be set for a while." He crawls back under the console and goes back to working.
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[b]He looks around for Freddy's room.[/b] "I should give this back."
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"Up to you." He snaps a wire in place and flicks a switch. That reassuring hum of power makes him smile. "Still got it."
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[b]He looks at the rifle then at "Freddy".[/b]
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The rifle's weight and texture say he was a strong soldier. The weapon is covered in dust and the scope is cracked. The paint has chipped quiet a bit. Tucked in the buttstock, you see a picture of the original team. Python towers over everyone, he's smiling. Phantom is over to the side, arms crossed but he's smiling. Ginger is next to Zara, both are smiling. Lethal, Murph and Minerva are in front all smiling. You realize it's the same picture that Phantom has. Python tries the comms. "To any and all Axion members, can you hear this?" White noise comes through. He slams his fist on the console. "Damn comms."
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[b]Jack looks at the picture looking at everyone. He thinks to himself.[/b] [i]They all look so happy.[/i]
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On the back of the picture, you see in sloppy handwriting, "The Team" and the date. The picture was taken 7 years ago.
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[b]He thinks to himself.[/b] [i]Seven years ago?![/i]
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You here Python walking down the hall. He looks over and sees you holding the picture. He pulls out his own copy, looking at his own copy. "Rag-tag to say the least, right?"
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"Heh. Yeah. I guess." [b]He puts the picture back in the but of the gun and catches up to him.[/b]
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Python looks back. "Some connection problem. I gotta check the comms relay."
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"What should I do?"
