originally posted in:The New Dojo
He snorted, but now wasn’t the time for retaliation.
[Assuming] that the two of them would exit the lounge and make their way to the Dojo’s front gates, there would be a large, militaristic jeep waiting for them. The window rolled down slightly to reveal Reagan, a young woman with a head of short, shaggy blonde hair, green eyes, and fair skin.
“Judging from the weaponry, you guys’er heading to that robo? Need a ride?”
Ainsley turned towards Alpha.
“You have a way to get there, or?”
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"Got a military-grade space fighter, if you want" She said, nonchalantly
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“Might be a little faster than by car,” Ainsley replied, and Reagan simply nodded before driving off. “Lead the way,” Ainsley said, looking at Alpha.
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She did so, and she lead him to a small fighter, with twin coilguns mounted under chainguns on the twin wings. "Get in." She said, opening the hatch
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he got in.