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7/26/2015 6:55:56 AM
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[b]i approach the room but a guard outside asks me what im doing. I drop to the floor creating a distraction. When he reaches down to help me, i quickly punch him in his face and subdue him. i grab my silenced m6 carbine and shoot him quickly in his head. I tug his body into the control room.[/b]
"Hello."
[b]i quickly shoot all of the control members. I cant believe that this is so easy. I walk over to the panels and hate myself[/b]
"Now what fućking switch does what?"
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[b]instead i decide to blow up the controls. I grab my last frag open a panel, take the pin out and throw it in. I run out as the entire room explodes. Thats sure to cause some chaos. I begin to walk to the cells where Dodling is contained[/b]
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[b]When i get there, several guards ask me whats going on. I tell them nothing they need to worry about and then i shoot them. I approach Dodlings cell and find that its keypad locked.[/b] "SON OF A BITCH!!!!"
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Edited by Astrodicle: 7/26/2015 7:30:45 AM[b]after having a mysterious friend hack the keypad the door opens and Dodling looks up in surprise.[/b] "Who are you? Whats happening?" "I dont even have time to explain why i dont have time to explain. Do you want to be free?" "Of course... But wha-" "then come with me-nope zip it no time for conversation." [b]we make our way shooting guards to the street. I grab him and pull a trigger. Five seconds later we both stand in the observatory. [/b] "What a rush right?"
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[b]Dodling is looking at me like theres something wrong with me[/b] "Who are you???" "Andrew Silryte. At your service." "Why did you save me?" "Because people your age shouldnt be hunted down and given away to mobs like that. Im thoroughly pissed off at the hunters. Now you need to write down what you know about the Jack Rabbits so if you get captured again someone on the outside knows." [b]i hand him a pad of paper and a pencil.[/b] "You injured at all?" "Not really...."
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[b]he begins to jot down stuff. I leave him to his work and wake up tomorrow morning to find him sleeping on the couch. Winder is sleeping on his stomach, curled up. When i wake Dodling up, Winder gets extremely startled and runs up to my shoulder.[/b] "If you need anywhere to stay, youre welcome here."
