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I quickly arrived at the armory, I was going to take a parting gift from them. So I grabbed an Anti Material Rifle which was the size of a Canister Rifle. Then I reached for an Gravis Assault Rifle. Carrying boxes of ammunition, grabbing a new set of armor. One that had a cloaking generator on it and a shielding device, I was leaving today.
I found another garage and inside was an armored pick up truck, it was perfect. Loading up all the supplies I started the engine up.
...You don't need them, they are just mad because of us...
...Time to leave them in the dust...
The engine was roaring to life.
Edited by CrymsonRaven on 11/11/2012 10:49 AM PST
I smirk. "We'll as I said earlyer. We only have about half the materials needed, and because of petty emotions, the others aren't really mentally capable of fighting at full potential. So I need some help getting the rest of it. (But yes you will mainly be moving stuff when we get the materials.)"
I growl and climb back under the panel, pushing the gunblade up and out and looking it over. "Damn lucky this isn't a major system. Give me a couple outs and I'll have it repaired." F*cking crazy !@# b!tch. We put our lives on the line for her, and this is how she says thanks? "Next time I see her, I'm killing her with her own weapon."
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