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9/13/2015 5:00:43 PM
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"Ask. *He spits at you* your friend."
*He looks up at you*
"The boss doesn't like deserters."
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Stephenson obliges the spitter by pistol-whipping him and leaving the two for the CPD to find. [i]Shiroe, come down here. We need to talk.[/i]
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"The ambush is taken care of." *Her voice comes from the sidewalk, but it's the flatlined robotic voice* "Want details?"
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[i]No. I need to talk to YOU. Not robot you.[/i]
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*You hear a slight catch of breath, then Shiroe stumbles into the alleyway, blood covering her arms and her legs* "Fifteen....dead. 5 I don't know." *She promptly pukes to the side*
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Stephenson stares at her. [i]Look. We need to find a way around this, Shiroe. If you think that what's going on now is bad, just think about how I used to be. Back when I was Crane. That was a dark road, and you're already on it. So what can I do to help you?[/i]
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"Try blasting me with an EMP. It might work this time. The nanobots are in me to stay, I can't get rid of them." *She wipes her mouth with her sleeve* "Trust me, we tried."
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[i]But that might kill you. And I don't-[/i] He chokes slightly, and turns away.
