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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/21/2016 2:32:36 AM
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Yeah, I gotchu man.
[i]He said, heading into the Vertibird, setting the reactor back where it had been. Sounds of weapons and munitions being moved around could be heard, and within a few minutes, Wilson exited, dragging a large military crate, which had the words[/i]
COLONIAL DUDE
[i]spray-painted on it.[/i]
Everything's to specification, took a little time to find it, though.
English
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"[b]My gratitude. Though, I think, that is not enough for you.[/b]" [i]He takes the crate rather easily, carry it off to the side where it was still in view, lest some their attempt to steal it.[/i] "[b]Well, Mr. Wilson, how should you like to be payed?[/b]" [i]He says, opening his satchel, ready to pull out whatever weapon Wilson needed. As the satchel is opened, a faint clinking is heard.[/i] "[b]I quite literally can get you whatever weapon you need. No armor, however, which is strange...[/b]"
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Do me a favor, I've been lookin' around for an old gun, Winchester Model 1897, Trench Gun. You get me one of them and we're good to go. [i]He replied.[/i]
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"[b]Stangely enough...[/b]" [i]Jackson said, his voiced slightly strained as the satchel envelops his arm and he rummages. Pulling out, he takes the ancient gun in both hands, looking up at Wilson.[/i] "[b]...I've used that one before. Giant rats in some hellhole of a bar some time ago. Here you are, then.[/b] [i]He hands it up to the man, stock first.[/i]
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[i]Wilson took the weapon, pumping it with one hand to make sure it was unloaded. Upon discovering that it was, he slid the weapon into a sheath on his back, and he extended a hand to Jackson.[/i] Pleasure doin' business with you, Mr. President.
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[i]He grabs it and shakes once, then retrieves his crate, pulling out a strange gun seemingly giving off orange light.[/i] "[b]Id out this will be our last trade, Mr. Wilson. I look forward to the next.[/b]" [i]He points the gun at the crate and a whirring sound erupts from it, the box,p being lifted into the air, seemingly losing any effect gravity had on it. He walks away, the box bobbing up and down before him.[/i] [b][i][u]End.[/u][/i][/b]
