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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/8/2015 12:04:21 AM
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Fine, fine. Imperials didn't pay us for keeping the city down, so we pulled out. Place is a bloody madhouse right now, but we've been left alone since.
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[i] He nods.[/i] "I'm always here if you need me, although I doubt it."
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Oh believe me, we'd call you. Things are relatively quiet right now, so you'll likely be left alone. But, should you need anything here, a friend of mine lives out in New Mexico, but he's in NYC right now. Name's Clint Kennedy. Big, tattooed, trucker-looking man. He's one of my contacts for gear around here.
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[i]Lance nods.[/i] "What kind of gear?"
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Military-grade weaponry.
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[i] Lance nods..[/i] "maybe I'll pay him a visit." [i] Lance looks out at the skyline for a second, seemingly in thought.[/i] "...How's Ashe doing Crow?"
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 12/8/2015 12:14:05 AMSeems alright, considering everything she's been through.
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[i] Lance nods, looking out at the horizon.[/i]
