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5/2/2015 3:17:29 AM
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*your target receives a folder from the men and he opens the document*
*the radio calls again*
"Foxtrot do you copy? You have 10 secs to reply"
English
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-breaks the radio, and takes aim yet again-
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*comes up behind you with a shotgun* Put the gun down and this ends well for all of us.
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*the room is silent yet again, the sunlight shines against the building in a late spring evening* Freddy: alright thanks.. *freddy turns and see's a gleam of light coming from a window on a building off in a distance* that looks like a-
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-takes the shot-
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*freddy's eyes widen but is too late, the bullet rips through his chest and hits the guard behind himself. the shot echoes through the surrounding area with a grim silence follwing... freddy hits the ground with a thud and does not move, a pool of blood forms around him as his grandson shouts at the building, more men pour out, and a medic kneels next to the body...*
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*tackles Yurina and begins unloading a tranquilizer into her*
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-fights back but quickly passes out-
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*puts tranquilizer away and carries you on my back to the base*
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-is limp and unable to do anything-
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*gets to base and shoots you up with adrenaline waking you up* Who do work for? *I am holding you down*
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-laughs menacingly- and why would i tell you that?
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-Past Phantom- Because. *decloaks* You don't want me to get a hold of you.
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If you don't, you're gonna die slow. *pulls a revolver and puts it to your knee*
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-doesn't say anything just smiles-
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*pulls hammer on revolver back* Last chance.
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-continues to smile saying the name- Phenix
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*pulls trigger shooting you in the knee* You! *points to a passing guard* Get a medic.
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-yells in pain- so of a bi-!!!
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Now, I'll take the other one too. Tell me why they wanted Freddy dead. *pulls hammer back and aims it at your other knee*
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Python stop. *pushes down arm* Aim lower. Or you'll hit her femural artery and she'll bleed out.
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Nah. She answered. We should get her to a medic. *holsters revolver*
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i just do as i'm told!!
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he knows to much!
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*sighes and puts revolver back in holster* The only reason you're not dying right now is because you might be useful. *picks you up and takes you to "hospital" (What else do I call it?)*
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