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9/24/2015 6:18:00 PM
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Sawyer puts his power armor on and grabs a tesla, loading his bag up with every other weapon and armor in the smith meanwhile the door is practically knocking the door down. Nervous sweat floods Sawyers face as he looks around frantically.
"Do you have any other exits?"
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[b]Astrid presses a button and a door opens in the wall, she walks through it and waits for him to follow[/b]
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Edited by Veration: 9/24/2015 6:24:14 PMSawyer runs frantically with Astrid down the hall as he hears the door finally breaking and the intruders entering the forge. Just in time!
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[b]Astrid presses a button and the door closes behind them[/b] "That should stop them."
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Sawyer whispers in relief, as they emerge from the cubby hole they ran through into the dirty, crowded streets of Unity.
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"Now can you tell me what's going on?"
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"The Barons. A bastard tried to shoot me after a trade near Freehold and thing went... downhill."
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"Damn, I'm guessing they're after me too now."
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"Sorry about this. Tommy is out of town for the weekend and you are the most capable woman I know. Granted, I don't know many people." "Speaking of Tommy..." Sawyer looks at Astrid, smiling.
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"What happened?"
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"Are you avoiding [i]my[/i] question Astrid? Did you really go on a date with Tom?"
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"Yes, so what? It's not like I did anything bad."
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"Nothing, it's just... Tommy is a good guy. I'm glad he's happy, and you're happy, that's all. "So this all started when an old enemy of mine wants to recruit me. Baron scum. I shouldn't have trusted him, but a job is a job. He wanted me to get something... unorthodox from an associate of his holed up at Freehold 'cuz he didn't want his hands dirty. I wait for this guy for hours under the blazing sun, and he shows up and tells me it's a setup! Of course, I slowly and tremendously painfully kill the guys who set me up as well as my boss, but they've been on my ass all day. I need you to come to Freehold with me."
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"I will, but I hope they don't mess with my forge, if they do....."
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"Don't worry. They don't need both a seasoned mercenary and a badass Night remnant mad at them. Leg'go."
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[b]Astrid smiles and walks with him[/b]
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Edited by Veration: 9/24/2015 8:29:53 PM*two weeks later, on the Southeast border of the gulf* Sawyer and Astrid walk, parched, famined, tired. Sand infests their shoes and crawls into every inch of their body. Astrid carries her arc tesla in hand, tired enough that her finger is at verge of it going off, and Sawyer stumbles through the sand, a retractable tent in hand. Sawyer almost collapses, but a sight on the horizon fills him with excitement. "Freehold is... right there..." Sawyer mumbles, his words slurred, bend over and wheezing.
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"I wish I brought my fishing pole....."
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Sawyer chuckles, before falling face-first into the sand.
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[b]Astrid pulls out a canteen that is barely filled, she takes a sip before handing the rest to him[/b]
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"Thank you," Sawyer whispers dryly, laying in the sand, and takes a swig of the water with trembling hands. He gets up and stretches before lifting up his bag and the tent and continuing to walk. Eventually they come to near where the main moat is, surrounding the large Red Baron bunker, and to avoid being seen Sawyer crouches behind a dune.
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"Wow, this place is huge."
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"It is, isn't it? A whole shipload of Barons in there too. That's why we're gonna get in, get out blow it to the sky. I did some recon while I was waiting for my associate when I was set up; the weak point is the base in the left tower. For a strict, airtight community you would think they would cover up their ventilation systems. Anyways, that's our point of entry..." Sawyer looks up to the sky behind him to the sunset, which makes the fort glisten beautifully. Unfortunately, the cusp of twilight grows, and a foul wind makes Astrids hair flutter in the air. It is the start of a storm... instead of letting it ruin the plan, Sawyer works it to his advantage. "...tomorrow. There'll be a sandstorm, guessing from these winds. The Barons will be disoriented. Besides, we may as well sleep before our big day tomorrow." Sawyer starts to assemble the tent.
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"Ok, I'll hunt for some lizards and other animals that we could eat."
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"Good, I'll make a fire inside the tent; the wind would blow it out instantly."
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"I'll be right back." [b]Astrid goes hunting for food, leaving him alone[/b]
