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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by AgentMizzmo:
11/6/2016 2:37:18 AM
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[b]PoV - Julian[/b]
[i]I approach the vertibird silently, my body crouched low. I was cloaked, obviously, who wouldn't use cloaking tech in this situation? It was the logical thing to do. I examined the bird. This was Wolfe's last known position. The moonlight cast a glow over the area, bathing my invisible form in white light.
My heartbeat was completely irregular. Something about this place, this... Dojo, was unsettling to me. I guess I just wasn't used this kind of environment. The military structure that I was used to was gone. I shook my thoughts aside and stood up. Taking a breath and declaiming, I knock on the closed vertibird door. [/i]
[spoiler]Closed to Blackjack[/spoiler]
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[i]Inside, a clearly angry voice, along with the sound of a rather large weapon being loaded.[/i] WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU WANT?! [i]Then came the sounds of someone entering what sounded like a powered exosuit...[/i]
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"My name's Julian! I'm looking for one Jackson Wolfe?" [i]I ask, a slight edge in my voice. It wasn't the power armor or the large gun that scared me. It was the pure level of insanity that could be picked up in the talker's voice. I drew my HK416, equipped with an Elian Spectre sight and an Omega Suppressor. [/i]
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The f*ck you want with Wolfie? [i]The voice answered, the door opening, a hulking behemoth in power armor standing there, loaded with weaponry, a massive shotgun in his hand, aimed at the man outside. [/i]
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[i]I slowly place my rifle on the ground, keeping my hands far away from my Pistol holster. The last thing I wanted to do was piss off this man. Yeah, my own armor could protect me somewhat, but my armor versus Wilson's was me a bet I'd be willing to place. [/i] "It has something to do with his Father." [i]I state, keeping my hands raised. That shotgun did not look pleasant. [/i]
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Kid don't want nothin' to do with Dad. And whoever's lookin' oughta know that Dad's been dead for a while. Now scram before I see what a twenty-mil Russian shottie can do. [i]He chambered a round in the weapon, and aimed it dead center at the man's chest.[/i]
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Edited by Spyglass: 11/6/2016 4:29:57 AM[spoiler]Ignore. Wrong post[/spoiler]
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Edited by AgentMizzmo: 11/6/2016 4:32:26 AM"Look, Mr. Wilson, some people bearing the red Cobra insignia are killing innocents in dojoville. They claim to be from Atlas. I told them I'd bring them 'The Wolf.' Whatever it is they're planning revolves around Jackson, and I'd rather not have them come up here in the middle of the night and take him on their own. So, I'll ask again - can I talk to Wolfe?" [i]I say. My right hand begins to twitch slightly, although I don't seem to take notice. [/i]
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The f*ck is Atlas? Better question is, why the hell are Schrader's goons are still alive? [i]He still kept the shotgun aimed, but he seemed to relax a little bit.[/i] You got proof of all this sh*t?
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[i]I tap a few buttons on my wrist pad and a halo protection appears in the air between us. On it shows footage of the two separate incidents. One involving the massacre and the other involving the Hostage Situation. Alongside these are images of the Attackers, the Cobra prominent in all images.[/i] Yeah. If you call this proof.
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F*uuuuuuck. Well, that's a problem.... that's a big f*ckin' problem. WOLFIE YOU SH*T COME HERE! [i]He shouted over his comms.[/i] I DON'T GIVE A SH*T IF YOU'RE ASLEEP DAMMIT YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!
