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10/20/2015 2:04:51 AM
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[b]She turns around to face him[/b]
[i]"Mhmm..."[/i]
[b]She sounds a little in convinced[/b]
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"It's two billion credits! Why aren't you jumping on this?" He smiles at her, starting to put on his work boots.
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[i]"Because that would mean combat, something I don't really look forward to"[/i] [b]She sighs[/b]
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"You ever actually been in a fight? Lotta fun when you're winning."
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[i]"No, I havnt Don't plan to either"[/i] [b]She crosses her arms[/b]
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He walks over and puts his arms on her shoulders, staring down, he kisses her. "I'll do the fighting for you then." Dean smiles down at her.
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[spoiler]Ladies man, lol[/spoiler] [b]She hesitates again, thinking[/b] [i]"Well, I guess it would work... Maybe, if I can get it, warship Commander?"[/i]
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[spoiler]Lol[/spoiler] "Alright, Commander. Let's go." He smiles and leads her towards the door.
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[b]She turns, walking out the door She pulls her phone from her pocket, calling someone Following down the stairs, she eventually hangs up[/b]
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Before they leave, he grabs his own phone and leather jacket. Dean leads her to the Impala and opens the door for her. "It's ok, AC/DC won't take your hearing again." He chuckles a bit.
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[b]She steps into the car, smiling at his remark as she waits for him to start it up[/b]
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He closes the door and walks over to the driver side, stepping in and closing the door. He starts the car and Jimi Hendrix's Fire is playing. Dean smiles at the good song and back out of his parking space. He drives towards the coordinates from the ad. "So, who was that on the phone with you?"
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[i]"Family friend, asked for a personal transport ship"[/i]
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He nods. "Can it fit two?" He smirks a bit and takes his eyes off the road for a second, looking at her. Dean looks back at the road again.
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[b]She smirks, already knowing what he meant[/b] [i]"Yes it can, obviously"[/i]
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"Cool." He smiles over at her as he pulls up to a coffee shop. Dean turns the music down a bit. "How do you take your coffee?"
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[b]She thinks for a bit[/b] [i]"Umm, shot of vanilla, half and half, and that's about it"[/i]
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He nods and steps out of the car. Dean walks towards the coffee shop and opens the door, holding it open for an old lady on her way in. He gets in and orders the coffee, waiting around on his phone until the coffee was ready.
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[b]She sits in the car, waiting for anything to happen[/b]
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He returns with the coffee and hands her one cup and keeps the other for himself. Dean gets in the car and takes a sip of his coffee. He starts the car.
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[b]She sits back in the seat, sipping at her coffee[/b]
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"Where is this personal transport picking us up at?" Dean pulls off the corner and starts driving down the road.
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[i]"Closest airport"[/i]
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He nods, heading for the airport. Dean gets out throwing his coffee cup in a nearby trashcan. He stands with the door open, leaning into the corner of the door and car itself. "What am I gonna do with this thing?"
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[i]"I dunno Depends if you want to fly it or not"[/i]
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"Not really. Meh, I know a guy." He pulls out his phone and texts for a moment. A man in an open trench coat with a suit on underneath walks towards Dean, seemingly out of nowhere. "Dean." "Hey Cass." "What do you need?" "I need you to take the Impala for a little while. Siging onto that team."
