[b]Patchwork exits the Carrier, putting on his helmet as he exits and closing the visor[/b]
HUD Active.. Weapons loaded.... We're all good.
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Many corpses, riddled with holes and .38 bullets pile on top of each other, blood flowing down and tainting the metallic gray of the artificial planet.
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[b]He looks at the body[/b] Whoever did this must have the quickest trigger finger in history.... [b]He picks out one of the bullets and twists it in his hand[/b] Either that, or they had friends. [b]He puts the bullet in his pouch[/b] Eh, 50/50. Really hope it's the former, though. [b]He walks on[/b]
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There is a large base ahead.
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[b]He begins moving toward the Base[/b] Willing to bet they might still be here.