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9/26/2015 3:37:19 AM
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I spend a lot of time in Unity. Used to the urban jungle. I don't really like nature that much, but you need to get connected to the rest of the world once in a while.
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"Unity's always been my home. I grew up in the ghetto, but still respect this city."
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"Me too. I grew up in New Austria, and when I'm not doing God-knows-what, I'm in Unity. I've always been there on my downtime, hanging out with my black market friends. I've only lived somewhere else when I posed as a woman in the Matriarchy, but ran away when I escaped execution."
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"You got dressed in drag?" He starts laughing.
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"For a job. I'm not proud of some of the things I do, but I have to get paid somehow."
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He breaks down laughing. "At least in my job...." His laughing over takes him. Tommy slowly starts to regain his breath. "....we still have some respect."
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"Yeah, and what's your job? What do you do to keep a house above you and food in your stomach.
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"I work heavy security. If there's a political guy in town, I'm there with a rifle to protect him."
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"Seems boring compared to mine. Albeit, safer and probably with health insurance, or any kind of insurance."
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"Heh, my side job is a lot more fun and interesting."
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"What is your side job then?"
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He looks around for cops or any sort of authority. "You gotta be cool about this, alright? This is some serouis shit."
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"A high duty guard having a shady-as-f[i]u[/i]ck side job? Who knew!?" "I work in the black market, as I have stated. Your secret is safe with me."
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"I'm wanted for armed robbery, murder, breaking and entering. Long story short, I'm a super criminal."
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"Yak about a fun-sized list. I'm wanted for [i]way[/i] more than that."
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"Bullshit. You haven't passed me on the most wanted list. I checked yesterday."
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Edited by Veration: 9/26/2015 12:23:05 PM"Let's see here... homicide, genocide, regicide, manslaughter, arson, war crimes, necrophillia, attempted suicide, embezzlement, drug trafficking, human trafficking, money laundering, stalking, white collar crimes, computer hacking, harassment, robbery, tax evasion.... I can go on and on."
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"You never did armed robbery.....that shit's a rush." He smiles, thinking about his last job.
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"I'll have to try it sometime, although I'm a more 'stick-to-the-shadows' type guy."
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"Yeah, just keep your head down and bring a big gun, you'll be ok."
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"Sounds fun." Sawyer looks up and sees an old tomb, sunk into the ground, and recognizes it the second he lays eyes soon it. "Get into the trees. This is the route where I saw them last."
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He hangs the rifle on his back, looking around, taking a running head start at a tree. He jumps, into a tree and bounces off it into another tree. This tree is large and thick enough for cover. He squats behind a large limb of the tree, maybe 20 feet off the ground.
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"I didn't know you were an acrobat." Sawyer walks into the trees.
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"I parkoured a lot in high school. It's almost muscle memory."
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"Look." In the path alternate to the trees we stood in, the Night walk, surrounding a leader. "Bingo. Move up, keep silent."
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He nods and jumps to another tree, right above the night. He slowly draws his rifle.
