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7/12/2015 8:18:44 PM
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You walk down a flight of cement stairs that lead to a dimly lit room below a rural building. Inside, you see a whole cybernetics workshop open up through the place, the only resident inside of it a bald man dressed in a butcher's apron which is stained with oil and blood. He glances at you with a glare.
"What is your business here?" he asks in a heavy Russian accent.
English
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I want to see what ya got
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"Well, I've got shoulder-blasters, dart-fingers, poison for the rest of your blades. Sound good?"
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I'll give you 500 for dart fingers
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"Sounds well," the cyber-merc says. He steps to the side to reveal a large surgical table behind him. He gestures toward it. "Lie on this."
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If you mess this up I'll find you
