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9/4/2015 3:32:53 AM
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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?"
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"Not really anything I can think of. Do anything you want." His voice trails off as he turns down a hallway.
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"Hmm. Guess I'll fix the rifle." [b]He teleports to the top of the ship and starts fixing the rifle.[/b]
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The rifle's barrel is blackened, the scope needs to be replaced, the gas system has been chewed at by.....something, the handle was splitting down the middle, the trigger had snapped and the buttstock was rusting in the srpings. Python hums Back in Black by AC/DC as he walks towards the comms relay. He opens it and takes a look, sighing.
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"Damn. This gun has taken a beating." [b]He looks at it. [/b] "This is going to take some serious work."
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He starts disconnecting and reconnecting wires. A few of the spark in his hands but eventually the comms relay hums to life. The rifle stays silent in your hand.
