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10/1/2015 2:14:36 AM
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"Hell yes."
They get on the cargobob, the rotors roaring in their ears.
"You ever been on a cargobob?" Sawyer yells over the noise, while he puts on headphones.
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"Yeah! Don't fall off and you're good."
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"No shit!"
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He chuckles a bit.
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"We probably should'nt laugh. We're going to be pretty high up in the air, to the point where breathing gets really hard. That's expelling un-nessicary air."
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"I'm fine, you panzie."
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"Whatever." They see many collapsed buildings in the distance. "See that over there? That's Dominion."
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"Yeah." He checks his rifle, chambering a round.
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"That's a pretty nice rifle. How did you get it?"
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"Picked it off a dead guy. I like it."
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"An everyday goonie had this on him? Bullshit."
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"Yeah dude, he was a loner and I had my gun drawn."
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"Still have a hard time believing that. Did you mod it?"
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"A little. Longer barrel and the sight."
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"I used to know a guy who would hook me up; my first gun and my favorite Matilda was given to me by my first guardian, his name was George, real beefy guy. He was the first person I murdered it with too. Anyways, it has a muzzle for better range, and instead of shells I prefer slugs. If they don't already rip clean through a person, they'll cause internal bleeding."
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"Cool. I'll stick to my rifle, cuz when you're at range, you're screwed. I'm not."
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"They're slumped on the floor, lifeless before range is a problem."
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"Whatever, man."
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They are hovering over the boarder of Dominion in the helicopter, and it stops in place. "This is our stop. Here; put these gloves on. The friction when you are going down the rope will destroy your hands."
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He puts the gloves on and stands by the rope. "Looks like fun."
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"Hell yes it is. Rope hooks or nah?"
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"Nah, I'm not a pussy." He dives at the rope and begins sliding down.
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Sawyer jumps down onto the rope and begins sliding down, the wind hurdling past him.
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Tommy hits the ground and kneels, looking around with his rifle our.
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"Nothing special around these parts. Just debris."
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He stands. "Alright. Where we heading?"
