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10/15/2015 4:07:03 AM
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He does notice you, but doesn't respond immediately.
"Scout, hands up, now."
"The roof can raise itself."
He sighes as he starts to walk toward her, pistol pointing at her. She smirks and tries to run. He catches her by the shoulder and pulls her towards him. Python pushes her at a table, bending her over and forcing her hands behind her back.
"You know, men normally take me out on a date first."
"Shut up. Sola, get up here."
He starts handcuffing Scout.
"Watch the nails! I just did them yesterday!"
She speaks sarcastically, smirking.
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[b]Sola uncloaks and stands up.[/b]
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"Put all the files you pulled back and close down the browser." "Don't do it, lass! We can work together!" Python shakes his head as she speaks.
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"O- Okay..." [b]Sola goes back to the computer, slowly putting all the files back.[/b]
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"Good job, Greenhorn. You alright?" "Greenhorn? Lass, that's saying that you're inexperienced and-" She gets cut off by Python putting a gag on her so she can't speak.
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"I think...."
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"Great work. Brought in Scout." He smiles and offers a fist bump.
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[b]Sola fist bumps him.[/b] "Who's scout..?"
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"This lady. Weird name right?" "MMHMHWM!" "Calm down."
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"I've heard stranger..."
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"Alright. Well, I'm gonna get her to the brig. Good job, Greenhorn." He walks off with Scout trying to speak through the gag.
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[b]Sola sits there, semi-scared.[/b]
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Python left his pistol on the table by accident, it sits there, huge and chrome.
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[b]Sola picks it up, examining it.[/b]
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It weighs a good forty pounds, sights were neon green and shiny. The black handle was grooved ergonomically to fit his huge hand.
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[b]She accidentally fires it.[/b] "Ah!"
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Her ears ring from the loudness of the weapon. You put a round into, no, through the table and into the ground where the bullet found it's way into space through multiple layers of metal. The ship fixes the hole itself within thirty seconds. The recoil through your arms straight up into the air. Soldiers show up with rifles drawn and Python follows entering the room first. He chuckles, looking back at the soldiers. "False alarm guys. Good reaction speed though." He looks back at you. "Lotta kick, right?"
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"I think I just broke an arm..."
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He chuckles. "I doubt it. Maybe a hyper extention."
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"Why do you need a pistol that powerful?"
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"Because most of the guys that are on par with me, won't even notice the sidearms you guys use." He looks up at the pistol, in the air in your hands, barrel steaming.
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[b]Sola is a bit uneasy.[/b] "I'm glad I'm on your side.
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He chuckles. "Most people are. Can I have my pistol back, Greenhorn?"
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[b]Sola nods, and hands Python his pistol.[/b] "I-I'm sorry for helping scout.."
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"Helping? No kid, you screwed her over. The databases have a software that allows a hacker in to make them think they got away with it, but it triggers a thirty second silent alarm. Besides, we got the USB and Scout, tons of intel right there."
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"I know, but I at least should have fought back..."
