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Edited by Robot745:
7/19/2015 4:50:55 AM
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In the moment of confusion the last cyborg notices me as my custom revolver is brought to bear at him. One blast followed by 2 more each at his legs, the first at the shoulder of his gun arm.
He lay on his back crawling towards the door and I walk slowly towards him.
"You know every good weapon has a name"
He screamed some explicative at me in another language.
"You Diablo's think yourselves king sh1t of turd island"
I aim the weapon at his head
"I thought of a perfect name for my weapon, Obituary"
Another explicative followed by an empty threat at my life.
"I'll call it that because it's the last thing you'll ever get from me"
The last bark ended his life.
I joined the Knights on the roof in the choppers
English
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Edited by Astrodicle: 7/19/2015 4:50:27 AM[b]As we sit in the choppers, i turn to you[/b] "YOU EVER THOUGHT OF TAKING ON THE DIABLOS WITH A TEAM TO BACK YOU UP??? (Im yelling because of the choppers) WERE PLEDGED TO TAKING DOWN CRIME AND THE GOVERNMENT ANYWAY..... IT REALLY WOULDNT BE A HASSLE! WE GET A FEW AGENTS IN THERE... AND THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW... [b] i turn to you and give you one of those "Never to be heard from again" looks.[/b] THE DIABLOS WOULD NEVER BE HEARD FROM AGAIN!"
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Edited by Robot745: 7/19/2015 5:05:34 AMI brought up a private channel from my helmet. "Lost focus, needed to finish my gun and grab some stuff. I assumed they raided my place but I didn't think they hated me enough to scan the sewers around where they crashed me." I chuckled softly, "They REALLY want my head still" "Won't happen again, still used to the MC life you know. Used to be VP of the Lost Souls before they found out I was a Psion." "They were supposed to kill me but I held some weight there and the board couldn't stand to kill one of the originals." I reload the Obituary. "Like I said consider it done, the Souls need to handle them, let them do it. Take it from someone from the life"
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[b]Story A: i wonder why the fuk youre staring at me and not saying anything[spoiler] i dont have a helmet lol[/spoiler] Story B: i talk to you through my earpiece.[/b] "OK!"
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((lol I assumed you had an ear piece, you know what they say about assuming haha))
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[spoiler]we forgot that Willis is lying on the floor griping his shoulder and screaming in pain[/spoiler]
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"Willis!" I snap my fingers and he looks at me "You tough ba5tard I knew you were getting to old for this." The old man chuckled through the pain, a testament to how tough the former biker was. "Don't take me to the hospital" he yelled "just drop me off at the clubhouse Allen" "You heard the man, can you tell the pilot?"
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"SURE!" [b]i turn to the pilot and mumble something you cant hear.[/b] "Were already heading there!!!!" [b]our chopper changes course and heads towards the clubhouse. [/b] (End journey)
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"One more thing before all this is over." "I'm not on good terms with the club still so it will be the classic gangster drop off." Chopper lands Willis stumbles out "Good luck old man haha" "You'll need it more than me Allen" Thread done
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Agreed.
