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10/15/2015 4:22:11 AM
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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..."
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"She had the jump on you along with a gun. You did fine." He holsters his pistol and starts to step out. "That pistol's yours if you want it."
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[b]She picks it up[/b] "Alright...thanks.."
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It seems like a standard 45 caliber hangun. A blue handle, black metal for the rest of the gun. It seemed to have a bit more weight than any normal pistol...
