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7/16/2015 5:40:44 PM
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A group of cloaked figures enter the shop and lay a strange metal coin down on the counter. "We want our men back. We know you took them. Heck, all we need are their tags. But we're not leaving until it happens."
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  • *The bartender, an old man, looks at the coin then nods* "Please come with me." *He motions for one of the waitresses to take the bar, then walks over and opens a door with a sign that reads "Employees Only". The open door leads to a lit staircase and the man heads up the stairs, expecting them to follow*

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  • The Cloaked Ones follow cautiously, and one of them slides a vial of strange liquid into his hand.

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  • *The staircase ends at a hallway, lined with doors. The old man walks down to the end and stops at a door labeled "Boss". He knocks twice, then walks back down the hallway to the staircase.* "Come in." *A woman's voice comes from the room behind the door*

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  • The Cloaked Ones file in. "Look, we know you need food. But our people need their soldiers back, even if they're dead. There's more than enough Stratos soldiers for you to take. They don't live here. We do."

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  • *A generic office is what the door opens to, a desk set into the middle. A woman sits behind it with her feet propped up on the top of the desk* "I can't do anything about the bodies, but we can give back the dog tags."

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  • The Cloaked Ones nod in agreement. "That'll be fine. At least they'll go to something. Nice to do business with you." Upon receiving the dog tags, the Cloaked Ones suddenly disappear, leaving behind a bag of the strange coins.

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  • *She shakes her head, watching them sneak off* "They are really terrible ninjas. Even I can see them without effort."

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  • The Cloaked One on the end halts. "It's not on purpose. If we move too fast, it just happens. We don't know why."

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  • "Use it to your advantage. That's all the advice I can give."

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  • The Cloaked Ones exit. "We know. It's all we can do."

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  • *The old man from before opens the door as you walk out* "Please, do come again and get some coffee."

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