originally posted in:The New Dojo
[u]"...I don't get it."[/u]
[i]That familiar voice spoke, the speaker descending from the darkness of the night.[/i]
[u]"So cocky, so rude. It almost surprises me. Almost."[/u]
[i]Irina chuckled quietly, stretching out upon the street and eyeing the filthy Russian's weaponry. Both of her hands were bleeding profusely...she would be manipulating blood.[/i]
[u]"So you brought a gun? Shame, shame. I expected to actually feel bad about murdering you. Not want to murder you more. Oh well.[/u]
[u]But how do you want to die, Dmitri? Peacefully dying isn't an option, mind you."[/u]
English
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I'm not here to fight, Irina. I just want to talk. [b]He had a stern look upon his face.[/b] I never wanted to anger you. I'm sorry. [b]With that, he laid down his AK-47.[/b] So. Do you think I could make it up to you?
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[u]"Hmm. Let me try to remember what you've done... Tried to recruit me into destroying this hellhole, then tried to murder me...then threatened me with a "fleet bigger than Treyman's"...bitch, please - alongside a bomb...oh, and one murder, probably not your first. But oh, I expect someone to show up, and to put a bullet in my head soon. After all, I do have a rather large bounty still, don't I?"[/u] [i]Irina cackled monstrously, as if she had been driven literally mad. There was clearly something wrong with her.[/i]
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Fine. But there is something I can probably do. [b]He took off his parka.[/b] You can kill me.