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11/19/2015 2:04:35 AM
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"Oh... Okay."
[b]As you walk by, he whispers in your ear.[/b]
"They sell the meth underneath the Iron Lad bar. Tell the bartender you want the strongest a thing they've got."
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I chuckle "The meth game. Classic. Might have to expand to this planet eventually." I walk to the bar and look for the man
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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf: 11/19/2015 2:11:49 AM"Whaddya want son?" [b]The bartender asks as he wipes down the bar.[/b]
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I chuckle "Son. Good one, trying to flatter me. Anyways, I'm looking for this man."
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[b]He looks at the picture, and you see a bit of worry on his face, but it quickly calms back down.[/b] "Never seen him before..." [b]He scratches his head, looking past you.[/b]
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"Ah. I see. A shame, that. I guess I'll just ask around." I turn around and gaze around the room
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[b]When you turn around, a bulky man in a trench coat pistol whips you and pins you against the bar, punching.[/b]
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I sigh "Are we satisfied now? Or is there other pent up emotions you have?"
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[b]He holds you up by the throat.[/b] "What do you want with him?"
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I shift around "Well, I was going to propose a business opportunity that would benefit both of us."
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[b]He drops you, pistol still aimed at you.[/b] "What would that be?"
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I rub my neck "You do realize that I've been in the game long enough to know that goons don't have that level of knowledge, right?"
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[b]He stands dumbfounded.[/b] "Use less syllables."
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I sigh "Goddamn goons. Let me put it simpler. TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER."
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"Oh uhh... I'm not sure if he'll like it, but okay." [b]He walks past the bartender and down a hidden staircase, pointing the pistol at you to follow.[/b]
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"Do you really need the pistol at this point?"
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"Yes."
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"Whatever." I continue down the stairs, until I reach the bottom
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[b]There's a few men playing poker, one matching the bounty description.[/b] "George! Who is he?" [b]The man yells to the grunt.[/b]
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"Deciever, my good man. Quite the hospitality you have, if I must say."
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[b]He pulls a rifle.[/b] "This guy's a friggin merc you idiot!"
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I roll my eyes "Egads Sherlock! You do realize I'm a drug lord too, right?"
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"A drug lord dressed like a merc... Explains how you got in town so easy. What are you here for? Deals or business arrangements?" [b]He keeps the rifle close, being cautious still.[/b]
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"Little Column A, little Column B."
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[b]He sits at the poker table.[/b] "Then join in the match. We'll chat over it."
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I sit down "When do you want to talk about my offer?"
