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Edited by Python824:
8/11/2015 5:10:23 AM
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Python walks back to his old room, Jessica under his arm. He looks down at her.
"So, how you like the team?"
She looks up at him, a happy look on her face.
"I like them a lot. Which ones are from your original team though?"
"Phantom, Ginger, Lethal, Murph, Minerva and me. For all I know, that's all who survived."
She nods.
"I don't think I've met Ginger yet, is he the one on the monitors around the ship you and Phantom were talking about?"
"Yeah, he's kinda pissed that Phantom made you a Genesis, like me."
"Sounds like an ass hole."
He smirks. They reach his old room. He opens the door and allows Jessica to be first in. She looks around in awe, seeing posters of AC/DC, Metallica and Led Zeppelin. She sees his old Vulcans in a corner next to his guitar. The legendary pair of shotguns hung over the bed, switched places. Python shakes his head.
"Damn fans."
"Python, those are huge guns."
She points to the Vulcans in the corner.
"Oh yeah, those attach to my back. Sorta cover me when I'm reloading."
She nods and falls into the bed. Python follows. She looks at him in the eyes.
"If you think you're getting some right now, you're wrong. I want to know your thoughts on the team."
He smiles.
"Worth a try. So, the way I see it, you and I, no matter what are sticking together."
"Of course."
"I think Ginger will start something with Phantom and it's gonna be bad. I mean, the strongest three fighters on the team are probably me, Ginger and Phantom."
He shakes his head.
"Jams, Zara or Freddy could fix this."
"Well, where are they?"
"Jams and Zara are missing in action or killed in action, we don't know."
"What about Freddy?"
Python looks down, sorrow in his eyes.
"He's dead."
She hugs him.
"I'm sure he wouldn't want you to loom over his death."
She changes the subject, hoping to cheer him up.
"So, about my rifle, when will I get it?"
Python looks at her then at his workbench on the far wall.
"I could make one right now."
He smiles, still thinking about losing Freddy. Jessica puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Why don't you teach me?"
He stands and walks over to the workbench.
[spoiler]Closed, I guess. Not sure how one would respond to this.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]lana runs in and b**ch slaps him "I thought i was special!"[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He rubs his cheek "Ow. Wait. Shit."[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You dun fūcked up Python. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]*has time line for Python* Naw, I'm good.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]k[/spoiler]
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She follows him, curious about how he works. He looks down at what he was last working on, a schematic for a prototype shotgun. She eyes the blue paper. "Whoa, that thing is badass." "Thanks." He rolls up the paper and throws it on the bed. "Alright. First things first, we need to make a plan." He pulls a pencil from a cup on his desk and a piece of blue paper from a drawer. "Uhm...plan? I don't know much about guns, so..." He laughs a bit. "Do you want a gun that loads behind the handle, or in front of the handle?" "What's the difference?" He smiles. "The one's in the back have a bit more range. The one's in front are easier to handle and load." "Uhm....front then." Python starts drawing, soon he has a main body, barrel and buttstock. "What kind of sight?" "What do you have?" He begins rummaging through his seemingly endless supply of scopes, some broken, some in near-perfect condition. "I've got sniper scopes, holographic things, iron sights and painted scopes." "Uhm....holographic?" Python draws a scope on the rifle, it looks like an ACOG. "Alright. How big of a bullet do you want?" "I'm assuming, the bigger the bullet, more kick and firepower there is behind it?" "Yeah." "What do you shoot?" "50 cal of my rifle, explosive buckshot out of my shotguns." "Maybe a 30 cal?" "That sounds good. Good balance of power and recoil. Now the fun part." He finishes the drawing and grabs the necessary parts to the gun from drawers and crates from around his room. "So, what you wanna do is build this." He holds up a picture of the gun. She nods. "First thing, attach the barrel to the body." He stands and offers her his seat. She sits at the desk and begins tinkering with the barrel. She twists the barrel into place and Python nods. "Nice. The gas system and everything else is already in place." "Now the buttstock." "Right. There should be a clip on the front of the buttstock and one on the back of the gun." Jessica finds them. "I found them." She clicks them together and Python looks at her, suprised she knows this much. "Wow, you're a fast learner. A very fast learner." Jessica smiles and aims her rifle at the wall. "I like this thing." "Still got a scope and mag to add." Python hands her a scope, exactly like the one he drew. "This is probably one of the hardest part right here. What I normally do is just melt the scope onto the gun." His blowtorch stands at the end of the workbench, dusty and old. He grabs it and cleans it a little. Python hands the blowtorch to Jessica. "Careful, please." She looks up at him, smiling. "I'm fine." She lights the blowtorch and begins melting the scope to the gun. Soon the gun is finished besides magazines. "I'll make the magazines, they're a pain in the ass." He begins making magazines, one by one until he has 9 ready and good to go.
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Python sets the magazines down and hugs Jessica. She stands and hugs back. He kisses her. "What was that for?" "Nothing. Just happy you're alive." She smiles and looks back at the rifle. "Well that's done, now what do you want to do?" He smiles as she looks back at him. "I dunno what do you want to do?" "We're gonna repeat that day, are we?" "Well, one part I'd be OK with." She laughs. "Sure." They fall onto the bed.
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[b]Comms:[/b] "Your Comms may or may not be on right now Python."
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"Hehe, sorry about that...." He turns off comms.
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[b]He turns his off as well and laughs.[/b]
