originally posted in:The New Dojo
Yeah. Scared the sh*t outta me the first time I met him. Looked like a younger version of his dad, except he ain't got a bunch of scars on his face and his hair's blonde. Same set of armor, though. Most of the gear's his dad's too.
[i]Wilson replied, leaning against the side of the aircraft, his M134 pointing skyward.[/i]
[spoiler]I'll probably be in class by then, but I'll reply whenever I get a chance.[/spoiler]
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That's nice. So, what do you have for sale?
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What do you want? [i]he retorted, standing back up. Wolfe approached silently from around the other side of the aircraft, his helmet off and clipped to his waist. In his hand, he held the same revolver his father had used, the weapon in pristine condition. He said nothing, heading into the rear of the craft. As he passed, however, he glanced up at Kaleb, his face a near copy of his father's, the expression less cold, and more pained. And yet, he appeared relatively content.[/i]
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How's it going, Wolfe? Oh, and I was wondering if you carried any SCARs. If so, I'll take three. One in the H variant, one in the L, and one in the SSR
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Better than usual. [i]he said from inside the aircraft.[/i] Yeah, kid, I got SCARs. Should have all the variants, don't know why you want anything other than the H. You can do damn near everything with the thing. WOLFIE GET ME A SCAR, ONE OF EACH! [i]he shouted. After a moment, Wolfe returned, a rifle in each hand, one slung over his back. Setting the first two down, he slid the SSL off of his back and laid it down on the fold-out table Wilson had set up earlier. [/i] Anything else, Doc? [i]Wilson asked, a poor imitation of Bugs Bunny.[/i]
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Not yet. How much will it be? I [i]I ask, pulling a wallet out of my back pocket. [/i]
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Well... let's go 4K and call it a deal. [i]he said in a predatory manner. Wolfe stood silently until he actually observed Kaden.[/i] You were with them in the Golden City... You were with Phoenix and my father.