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Edited by Rimidalv Nisom:
8/19/2015 11:58:33 PM
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[b][u]Chapter 1:VGhlIG9uZQ==,XV [/u][/b]
Two sleek jet black combat jets flew over the ship at high speeds, obviously one being a wingman and the other leading. "Well, never thought you would come back." The wingman chimed in over the comms."I've heard the stories but this is just brilliant." He added as the planes flew under the ship and slowed to a hover.
"Yeah, funny when you are wingman to a teenager." The other one jested, his voice having a bit of familiarity to it."Yeah, I wonder if you are as good as they say, squad marksman for a year and then coming here, though who gives a squad marksman a 50.Cal?" The wingman replied and they both looked at the underside of the ship before returning to a normal flight speed.
"Not squad marksman, a sniper." The leader corrected with a quiet chuckle after he finished the sentence."Though it doesn't matter, prestige doesn't matter, none of this does." He continued while flying upwards ending with the jet upside down and then rolling the jet 180 degrees, the jet now right side up and flying.
"Well, landing I suppose?" The wingman inquired while following the leading jet. "Yeah, sure, I think they need my absence to be justified." The leading jet's pilot replied as they turned around and headed to the hangar, both landing in respective spots but no one stepping out.
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Then change it
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"I'm not allowed to, besides, this is the job that I wanted."
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So you want to be blunt with people all the time?
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[b]He sighs and shakes his head before standing up.[/b]
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You're interesting
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"In what ways?"
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Despite constantly threatening me you haven't gone through with it
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"I will, you have complied with my offers though, I have no reason to attack you."
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Hmm...that's a fair point
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"Feel free to ask questions now I guess."
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So why did you pick your profession?
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"I decided to join the military as it is the only thing I had a chance at, apparently I was very above average and they out me in a PMC,that is a very odd decision for them to do that though."
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Why is that odd?
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"Wouldn't they want me to work for their military instead of sending me to another?"
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Probably wanted to use you as a sleeper agent
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"Not sure about that either."
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Well it's one of the many possibilities
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"It is." [b]He looks at the ceiling.[/b]
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*sits down* I noticed something about your eyes they seem different
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"Really?"
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They have a strange blue glow
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"Must be a side effect from.."[b]He lets out a quiet sigh.[/b] "I haven't noticed that."
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A side effect from what?
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"From the things they did to me, I think it's a permanent side effect."
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 8/20/2015 4:19:59 PMI'm going to guess it was some kind of enhancement
