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7/17/2015 9:29:07 PM
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The Man has ordinated an LZ at the Coast to your computers, along a rock-free shore. He waits near it, looking up to the helicopters broadly with his hands clasped together behind his back.
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[i]The five helicopters descend in unison, their rotorwash kicking up clouds of dust and debris. As they land, the rear cargo ramps open, and dozens of heavily armed soldiers file out. Inside the helicopters, massive military crates are seen, neatly stacked and labeled. Some of the soldiers set up a rift generator some distance from the helicopters, and multiple Oshkosh HEMTTs roll out, their beds piled high with similar crates. The soldiers begin to offload materials. [/i]
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The Man moves through the soldiers to find their leader. He wants to talk to him.
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[i]The same man from the bar is seen among them, barking orders.[/i]
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The Man strides over to the familiar face. "Are these your men?" he asks.
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[i]He look to you.[/i] Yes. All of varying occupations, but all soldiers under my command.
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"Hmm. So in those crates are the sets of gear I have ordered, I presume?"
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Bingo.
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"I've already sent the paycheck to you. Enjoy the wealth. Hopefully I can enjoy some peace."
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Good luck to ya, we'll be in touch. [i]The men finish unloading everything as all of the transport vehicles depart. Several LAV-25/ roll out of the rift behind the group of soldiers.[/i]
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The Man nods farewell to the other man and his men. He then turns to his new gear. [i]This city will be pure once again.[/i]
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[spoiler]Blackjack, are you trying to start up a syndicate? Cause you could totally do that, and It would be sweet.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Nope I'm doing arms deals.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Cool. Smart way to keep the neutrality. I approve wholeheartedly.[/spoiler]
