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5/6/2015 12:56:33 AM
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*looks up* The -blam!- are you?
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I am XTOR-108 i was a project from lab to be the ultimate assassin, there hopes were crushed... who are you stranger?
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 5/6/2015 1:00:52 AMJust that. A stranger. On business. Now get lost tin can.
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Im actually over 1000 miles away from you.
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Then quit talking to me. *looks back down scope, focused on Emily*
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Edited by Spartan 007: 5/6/2015 1:17:40 AMSees you and stairs dead at the gun she then puts her helmet on and draws her knifr* you're hear to send me back to game land and fight zombies till I die...aren't you?
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No. Not even close. Observing. Waiting. Watching.
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For what caust
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My own.
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Care to share*
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Ain't your business, Spartan.
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Not a spartan , I was kidnaped and went in training then ran out.
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 5/6/2015 2:37:47 AMDoesn't matter to me who or what you are... You may be worth money to me.
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Why...
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 5/6/2015 2:44:18 AMBusiness is business. Some sin for cash.
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Good luck...and have you're self a fine night*dissaoerars
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*lifts Barrett up, slides it onto back, stands up as Iago lands on my shoulder, teleports away*
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Catch you later, alex wilson. *turns off coms*
