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"The hell, didn't you see the 'closed' sign-" *looks up from wheelchair and sees who it is* "Ah, the Snake's hunting Dog. How are you, Blackjack? Redact that. What I really meant to say was, what are you here for, Blackjack?"
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No specific reason kid. *takes off helmet, you see a grizzled, older man, a deep scar across his right eye, with a five o'clock shadow and longish hair. (kinda like John Marston from RDR) Pulls out a cigarette, lights it, pulls up a stool, sits down.* Amazing, isn't it? The determination of your people is astounding....
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"Not my people anymore, Wolfe. I'll become their Peacekeeper again when it's needed. When this Heaven decides to pullout self out of the Ninth Circle, I'll decide that I'm part of this place again."
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Long way down, looking up from the bottom of the well... They'll pull themselves up... Or die trying.
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*The Assassin follows*
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*sighs* Where the -blam!- do these pricks come from?