originally posted in:The New Dojo
"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.