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Edited by Trashcan Jesus:
2/10/2016 8:14:56 PM
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[i]Appearing before the man, the figure's armor bears soot and ash; smoke wisps drift off of it. He was obviously caught in the explosion, but did not seem to have taken much damage. His sword was still in his hand, blade glowing a vibrant blue. His stride was deliberate, a terrifying calm as he approached.[/i]
You've still got a chance to come willingly, but this is the last chance you get. Seeing as you've got a gun in your hand, I don't see you as taking that chance.
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'Says the one who wanted to start shit with a guy who had no problem going as long as he was able to handle prior business.' The man stands up slowly, drops his rifle, and starts walking off towards the factory. 'You had to get in the way, when all you had to do was step aside and let me do my goddamn job. Guess there's no goddamn code amongst Contractors anymore. Either shoot me in the back right now, or stay out of the damn way until I've done what I've been trying to do.' The man yells back over his shoulder, carrying on.
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[i]Within seconds, four shots rang out, and in the hand of the mercenary was a .44 magnum, a Smith and Wesson Model 629 with a spade engraved on the grip. Three shots to the back right at the spine, one at the back of the head.[/i] As you wish.
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The shots all connect, and the last to hit issues a ping as it goes through the back of the mans helmet. The man falls over, bleeding a moderate amount from each shot, and lies deathly still. The factory continues burning, as the AMP fuel storage catches fire, and the occasional 30mm round cooks off in the rubble. After another minute or so, several hazardous emergency crews from a nearby city arrive in a small transport, and head towards the burning facility.
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[i]Holstering his gun and sheathing his sword, he walked to the corpse, and searched the mans corpse, the snapped a photograph with his HUD for confirmation of the kill. On the ground beside him, the man left a small note before disappearing.[/i] [b][i]Who's your Judas?[/i][/b]
