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Edited by Wretched Cain:
9/7/2015 12:44:17 AM
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[b]Kyle stands inside a public phone booth. He's barely able to fit inside, but he has to— he hasn't filed for a TacPad yet. Being a man from out in the country, he never needed one, so the thought never crossed his mind.
He reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out the classifieds from a torn and battered newspaper he found on the ground, struggling to pull it to his face in the tight booth. He scans the page... There.
He clicks the Emergency Call button in the booth, then dials the number for AEGIS Security Firms. He'd have to make this quick; the police would be here soon.[/b]
((Open to Desert or Evo))
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Bump.
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[b]The phone picks up and a man answers.[/b] "This is aegis security firm. How may I help you today?"
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"Hi, can I speak to..." [b]He squints at the paper.[/b] "Etana Lutu? I'd like to talk about the ad in the paper."
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"Oh Mr. Lutu is currently bu-" [b]He turn away from the phone.[/b] "Oh uh alright." [b]He talks to you.[/b] "He says meet him at the firm. He would like to speak with you in person."
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[b]The sound of sirens fade into the background, becoming slightly louder with every second.[/b] [i]Thank god for picky employers.[/i] "Sounds good, sir. Any specific time?" [b]His words are rushed, attempting to hurry along the conversation.[/b]
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"Anywhere from today would be a good time."
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"Sounds good. Thank you sir!" [b]Before the man has time to answer back, Kyle hangs up the phone and shoves the article back in his pocket. He quickly squeezes himself out of the booth, and makes a dash in a random direction in an attempt to flee the scene. When he decided he's far enough, he pulls out the article again and heads in the direction of the address given.[/b]
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[b]You soon find a tall black building with the words Aegis on front. You see a man walk out wearing black jeans, red shirt and a black blazer.[/b]
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Edited by Wretched Cain: 9/7/2015 1:18:51 AM[b]Kyle walks up to the man. His footsteps shake the ground, and the black man towers over the stranger. His voice bellows, but at the same time, it's a little quiet.[/b] "Excuse me, sir, I'm looking for Mr. Etana?"
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Edited by EvoTymes: 9/7/2015 1:21:45 AM[b]He looks up at him and takes his sunglasses off.[/b] "Well you found him." [b]He's tall has short black hair and is muscular. [/b]
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Edited by Wretched Cain: 9/7/2015 1:24:17 AM"O-Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I caught you on your break. Do you, uh... Do you want me to come back later?" [b]He's a little flustered about the whole incident.[/b]
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"Oh no no it's fine. I'm not on my break. I knew you were coming and I came out here to wait for you." [b]He holds out his hand.[/b] "I'm Etana Lutu."
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[b]He takes the man's hand and shakes it.[/b] "I'm Kyle. Thank you for taking the time to see me."
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"No problem. So your here for security?"
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"Yes sir."
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"What's your background like?"
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"Uh... Work? Personal?"
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"Both. We need to know for this kind of job. Sorry if I'm behind kind of pushy."
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"Nah, man, it's cool. Um... I don't have much, actually. Lived on a farm my whole life. That's pretty much it. Born an' raised. We grew what we ate, an' sold the rest. Came here after the family agreed to sell the farm."
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"What about now? What do you do now a days?"
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"Uh... That's why I'm here, sir." [b]He looks slightly embarrassed.[/b] "I don' got no work. Just came here with nothin' but the clothes on my back and a handful of Credits."
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"Well then I'm sure I can help with that. Can you fight?"
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"I can fight just fine, sir. I punched through solid concrete once." [b]He winces, as if cringing from something.[/b] "Course, I did break my entire hand... But still! Concrete!"
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"Whoa. How are you in combat?" [spoiler]What class are you?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Golem.[/spoiler] "I can hold my own in a pickle."
