[i]"Well, to jump onto your team of course"[/i]
[b]He presses the lid against the shoulder piece of Spectre's armor, and pushes down
The lid pops off with ease[/b]
[i]"And yes, some booze as well"[/i]
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"Careful with that. Armor's worth more than you." He chuckles and gets out two shot glasses from behind his desk. "And you're ex-Fed right?"
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[i]"Nah, you need me I hold the team together!"[/i] [b]He chuckles[/b] [i]"Yes, I am, why?"[/i]
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"What rank?" He chuckles a bit, standing from his chair.
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[i]"No idea, didn't pay attention to it all much"[/i]
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He nods. "Alright. Well, you must be trained already. Judging by the way you fought." He chuckles. "How's your back healing up, anyways?"
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[i]"-blam!- yeah I am And, the back doesn't hurt"[/i] [b]He takes a swig[/b] [i]"Still waiting on that rematch"[/i]
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"It'll happen, tomorrow probably. And I won't almost kill you this time, I promise." He grins.
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[i]"Hey, I still took your ass down when me legs weren't working"[/i]
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"By grabbing my ankles. That's kinda bound to happen. Caught myself anyways." He smiles.
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[i]"Not before I could land a punch I don't go down so easily, a lot of people think I do for some reason"[/i]
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"Eh, doesn't matter. Rematch tomorrow, first thing after training. Ok?"
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[i]"After training? Atleast then I'll be warmed up, but I'll need a few beers first"[/i]
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"Stay sober, I don't want you puking on me during the fight." He chuckles a bit.
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[i]"Oooh, I fight better when I'm drunk!"[/i]
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"Still don't want you puking on me."