originally posted in:Neo Punks
"Well," Summer says to herself," what's his business? Military-grade detective skills?"
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[b]The alleyway enterance emits a feint crying sound[/b]
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"What is this?" Summer asks. She walks down the alleyway.[spoiler]Sorry, has to get Christmas stuff out of my basement[/spoiler]
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[b]She spots him consoling a man in all black, with a green best on and the same logo on his shoulder as well[/b]
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"Hey! Hello!"[spoiler]Sorry, I was away from my phone, I was all over[/spoiler]
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[b]They turn, one aiming a shotgun at you, and one holding a combat knife like he's about to throw it. [/b] "Civilian, you're screwing with highly classified business. Leave" [b]The man in the duster says, with a heavy Texan accent. [/b]