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2/24/2016 4:03:01 AM
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A crackle over a radio interjected.
"Wilson, wolf listen up. Extraction is en route, we have to rendezvous with everyone. Regroup at the armory if you find anyone."
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[i]Their replies came swiftly.[/i] Already on it. Comin' your way. Don't get spooked and -blam!-ing shoot me in the doorway, might ricochet at ya.
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"My bullets know better than to come near you, they'd just shit themselves."
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Well then... Crossing that off the bucket list, intimidated a Ruskie today... Hehehe [i]The sound of Wilson's heavier armor could be heard moving down the hallway, as in the room, Wolf stood, arms crossed leaning against the wall, having teleported in.[/i]
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"Not intimidated, just respected. You are on par with our spetsnaz. If you ever decide you want to fight for a nation again..."
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Nah. That requires me behaving. That's -blam!-ing boring. [i]He said as he entered the room, his Browning swinging up into its safe position.[/i]
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The armory is largish, with a few of the crew already inside. Natalie and Alexandria, silver, and a few others. "So does this contract, security for a diplomatic mission, worse than a line company."
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What they don't know don't hurt 'em.
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"Fair enough, as long as we all get out alive and the mission gets done I'm not going to complain much more than usual."
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What's a few extra unidentifiable corpses gonna be in the statistics? I'm not here to kill you...
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"Statistics are statistics, and you wouldn't be paid if you did."
