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9/28/2015 2:47:01 AM
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"In there. You'd be surprised those things are on the inside." Sawyer's old fellow militant waves, and Sawyer and Tommy start to head in his direction.
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"Do I even wanna know how this guy got this stuff?"
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Edited by Veration: 9/28/2015 3:01:55 AM"You really don't. Actually, that's why I'm wanted for war crimes; I helped this guy export a bunch of shit from the New Republic military illegally."
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"Awesome. I get caught and I'm an accomplice to a war criminal. Just another thing on the list, am I right?"
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"Considering your amount of felons, it won't really matter." [spoiler]Need to get Z's, I've got school tomorrow. We'll continue this tomorrow night at 7:00 EST[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'll be up 7:30 EST[/spoiler] He chuckles a bit. "Ain't that the truth."
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[spoiler]Ok[/spoiler] Sawyer approaches the man. He is extremely shady looking and aged horribly. His face looks like an extra shrively prune.
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Tommy extends his hand for a handshake. "Tommy."
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"Names George," the man growls, "and in here's my wares. I've got everything from guns to tanks." George takes a small remote out of his hand and opens the unit. The door slowly rises revealing thousands of firearms and explosives on all 3 walls, and at the center of it all, the giant tank, painted a steel black.
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"Holy shit....." He stands in awe, looking at the weapons and equipment that is before him.
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Sawyer goes in circles, staring at all the hardware. "I'll take everything," Sawyer mutters.
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He still stands in awe at the tank.
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Edited by Veration: 9/28/2015 3:14:56 PM"Pretty nice, and it'll be even better when it's rigged with an arcLINE generator. One shell will rip through 100 tons of titanium.
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"I like it." He looks at Sawyer. "When do we leave?"
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"Oh. Now. I called and paid George in advance, and we've got a transport for the tank coming in now." A giant cargo bob descends from the sky, blowing leaves around the empty lot with its powerful rotor generating a gust. "Here it is."
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Tommy climbs into the tank's driver seat.
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"You want to be in a tank that's gonna be lifted up 3 miles in the air?"
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"Nope, just helping them move it in." The tank lurches forward and onto the copter. He climbs out. "Love the way that thing handles."
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"It is a beauty. New Republic engineers are about some of the damn best in the world."
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He nods. "How're we getting there?"
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"Getting where?"
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"To the mission."
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[spoiler]Did you hear the new story arch? All humans have to choose between New Republic and Red Baron since they are going to war[/spoiler] "Oh. Right. Anyways, the cannon doesn't already have a slot to insert the arcLINE canister, we'll need some custom work done on our weapons and the tank. And I think I know who can do it..."
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"Astrid?" [spoiler]...who are you siding with?[/spoiler]
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"Yup. Let's go." [spoiler]Definitely NR, because it males sense for my character, but RB is really cool.[/spoiler]
