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7/24/2015 3:05:10 PM
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He screams in pain as you hold him down. He wriggles violently under your grasp, trying to break free.
"[b][i]I'm not goin' back! I'm not goin' back![/i][/b]" he yells.
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[b]With my knee on his chest I know he's not going anywhere. I reach in my jacket and light my cigar.[/b] "Sorry kid, just business" [b]I blow the smoke in his face [/b]
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His struggles and commotion slowly ease away into unconsciousness, and his eyes roll into his head as he snores. He's out.
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[b]I heft him up onto my shoulder and head down a fire escape. I bring up my tac-pad and call for my bike. It revs around the corner and I throw him over the back. I call the police and wait for them to arrive so they can take him and give me my reward.[/b]
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They pay you 1,500 Credits. A little low, but not nothing. You accept it.
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[spoiler]nice[/spoiler] ((Closed))
