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9/20/2015 10:20:00 PM
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[i]He sets it down, and you see it has 3 bullet holes to it's stomach, tightly grouped together; obviously from a burst fire gun.[/i]
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[b]He nods and turns his attention to you.[/b] "You'll get your credits lad but first let's get you to a clinic."
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[i]He looks to his wound; it had reopened, but he didn't feel it.[/i] Ah... maybe... where is the clinic?
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"Hop in me truck, I'll take ya there." [b]He puts his jacket on and gets in his old white truck and starts it up.[/b]
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[i]Light stumbles in, holding the wound as to not get blood on the seats. He almost trips, kind of dizzy. Plopping down on the seat, he nods to you, a dazed look in his eyes.[/i]
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[b]He drives to the clinic at a moderate speed. Ushered to get light to the clinic but trying not to speed. Once we arrive he helps you in.[/b] "Hey doc, can you help this lad out?" [b]The doc nods and takes you in and start tending tour wounds. You look at your TACPAD and you see your credits go up. 2,500 added.[/b]
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((2,450+2,500 = 5,950C)) [i]He sits impatiently as the doctor works, and smiles to you.[/i] Pleasure doin- OW! Coulda told me... before you did that.... [i]He had jumped as the doctor rubbed his cut wish an antispectic wipe, making it burn. He smiles through gritted teeth.[/i] Pleasure doing business with ya.
