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8/14/2015 8:40:43 PM
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Rainer nods in thanks and downs the drink.
He slaps a strange coin, made of steel and marked with a double-headed eagle, on the bar.
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*The other bartender slides over your sandwich as the old man takes your coin* "Thank you."
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Rainer nods, and chews through the sandwich with great rapidity. He has a hunted, emaciated look about him. His double-breasted uniform coat is full of holes, and the parts of his face seen when he removes the lower part of his face mask are pale and stubbly. His lasrifle, which he's rested against the counter, looks old and worn, and its barrel lens is cracked.
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"Looks like you've seen a lot, kid."
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Rainer jumps slightly. He sounds like he hasn't spoken to anyone in a while. [i]Plenty enough. I'm kinda wanted for treason, you see.[/i]
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"Somewhere we all are. Don't get your feathers all ruffled up. Take your time and relax."
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Rainer looks around nervously as a Monarchy slave wagon rumbles past. [i]I have to go![/i] He races out of the shop, unheeding of the satchel that slides of his shoulder and clatters heavily to the floor. It sounds like something metal is inside...
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*The old man sighs then motions for a servitor to put the bag into the Lost n Found* "He'll be back, probably."
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As you examine it, the bag beeps. Inside are several blocks of heavy-duty plastic explosives, wired to a radio. A note on the radio says: [b]Press call twice after dropping off in City Square. Timer is auto-set for 30 sec.[/b] The timer flashes twice, then slowly counts down.
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"Son of a-" *The old man opens a drawer and drops the bag into it, the bag sliding down a chute that leads to the underground messageway* "Take it to the square if ya can't defuse it." *The messenger below takes off, doing as the note instructs before dashing off*
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In the square, the messenger finds Rainer, who wordlessly stuffs the bag under a parked Monarchy truck. A few minutes later, as the truck crosses into a local garrison across the square, Rainer clicks in his radio. There is a soft explosion, followed by several more. The soldier walks back to the [i]Coffin.[/i] [i]You wouldn't happen to have a good inn around here, would you?[/i]
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"Across the street actually. They got a bath, good food, some decent ale as well for a price that [i]might[/i] be worth it. There are some others but I think you are gonna have some trouble getting there." *He points outside, where soldiers are rushing frantically back and forth searching for the perpetrator of the garrison attack*
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Rainer sighs, flops his head into his arms, and weakly orders another drink. [i]I hate this job.[/i]
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*He slides over another, smiling*
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Rainer is soon solidly drunk, and falls asleep at the bar.
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*mouth still full, around bites of food* [i]Ya know, if you need a distraction, I'm your man.[/i]
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"Just carry him across the street to the inn and tell James to charge him in the morning."
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[i]Gotcha[/i] *drags by feet out the door*
