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6/19/2016 3:47:14 PM
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The Inquisitor, after having done hugging his sister, noticed the man with a package at his door.
He walked over, his sister following suit.
"May I help you, Citizen?"
Ling said.
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The marine looked at them both, his helmet opening to speak with them. "Inquisitor ling? My name is Blackburn, I've got something for you." He offers the box, it was about two feet across, the inquisitor had heard the name before. Blackburn was making a name for himself among the higher ups as a capable man who could get things done. Yet there were rumors that he worshiped a god long thought dead, not one of chaos and not the god emperor.
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"Okay...But if this is some trap you can bet your ass you will be dead, Blackburn." He said, slowly grabbing the box and slowly opening it, expecting anything to happen.
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"If it is a trap I'm not behind it. I just deliver it, your people gave it to me." The box was inert, nothing happened when the inquisitor touched it. The marine had an unimpressed look on his face. He's not built trust with the imperium just to break it.
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He opened the box slowly, revealing the contents inside..He was still suspicious due to him having to be suspicious of everything.
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The contents were artifacts of the early imperium. Not the sort of thing found everyday, Blackburn failed to realize what he carried, he still remained passive.
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"What..is this?" He said to Blackburn, it seems like Lings sister ran off somewhere also.
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"Don't know, they didn't tell me, I never asked but it looks to me like some sort of grenade." It was a void grenade, a rare find indeed, they were no longer manufactured, this one was in pristine condition.
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He grabbed it gingerly, and held it up out of the box to see it better. "This is certainly a gift.." He muttered to himself.
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"I expect everything is in order then? Job was payment on delivery, and they said you might also have work I can do." He didn't see why all the fuss over a grenade, if only the man realized what he'd carried.
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"[i]Fücking..[/i] Alright. I don't have anything like currency but I can offer one weapon of your choosing. That's literally what I have." The Italics was there to signify him whispering to himself.
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The marine sighed. "Of course you don't, I've got weapons, I don't need anymore. There's nothing else of value? Damn, well I suppose you owe me one then."
