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9/28/2015 12:25:15 AM
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[b]He looks peaks around the corner at them, before setting an enormous charge of dynamite against the watchtower.[/b]
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*A voice calls out of the darkness behind the man* "Well well well. What do we have here? A donation? How generous!!"
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[b]Hector slowly raises his hands[/b] "How much gets me off the hook?"
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"You switch sides. Join us. How about that, eh?" *A tall figure wrapped in a flowing cloak steps out of the shadow of the watchtower* "It would be best for your continued survival."
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"Im not exactly tied down by any factions..."
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"Even better. Now disarm the explosives and let's get you signed up." *The figure makes a curt gesture towards the explosives* "Now, please."
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[b]He grumbles and disarms the bomb[/b] "Son of a bitch..."
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"Correction. I am a bitch." *Roe flips down her hood, smirking at the man* "From now on you are working under me. I give you the orders, you carry them out. If you got a problem with my orders, you tell me. Now come with me, I'll get a soldier to take care of the dynamite." *She turns and begins to walk towards the light of the Baron camp, looking over he shoulder* "Come on now, I need my sleep!!"
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[b]He follows her, with his hands on his head[/b] "What exactly makes you think I can be trusted with a firearm?"
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"Because I will fill you full of lead before you even think of pulling the trigger." *She shrugs* "Or a trigger happy droid will fry you. Either way."
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[b]He grumbles[/b] "Or you could let me go."
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"And risk our reputation? Nah."
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"Your "reputation", is a cowardly terrorist organization."
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I move around nervously, as I am afraid to see m'lady unhappy... "Xcuse me Miss, should I patrol around while you handle him?" I ask
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[spoiler] -_-[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Heh Heh I am confused -_-[/spoiler]
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"Hardly. We are a highly organized, well run terrorist organization. Big difference." *We have almost reached the camp, and a pair sentries step out from the shadows silently* "Welcome back, commander." "Tell the boss I got the guy. You guys can have him now, but don't kill him. He has potential." "We'll tell 'em." *Roe continues on her way as one of the sentries steps back into the shadows as the other snaps a pair of electro-cuffs onto Hector* "Alright kid, you are coming with me." *He pushes you forwards, pointing towards the light of the camp* "Just keep moving."
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[b]He walks silently.[/b]
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[spoiler]Why bother narrating how he gets put in jail temporarily? Let's just assume he gets taken to Roe in the morning.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]uhhh.... Hullo?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Been busy.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]sorry Feel like an ass now[/spoiler]
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Edited by bagelbro123: 9/28/2015 5:09:36 PM[spoiler]k[/spoiler] [b]He walks into the room, escorted by two guards, still handcuffed. He has a scowl on his face as he observes the room.[/b]
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*Roe reclines behind a medium-sized desk, reclining on the chair behind it with her feet up* "Ah, welcome!! Take a seat, please." *She motions to the guards* "Just un-cuff him and wait outside please." *They nod and un-cuff Hector, then close the door behind them*
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[b]He sits down, and just stares at Roe, a look of pure anger on his face[/b]
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"Well, welcome to the Department of Information. You've just been drafted!!" *She grins, then swings her feet down and puts her elbows on the desk, holding up her head with her hands* "What would you like to know?"
