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12/25/2015 3:06:27 AM
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"Too many to count, though none funny"
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"Give me one. Are you implying that was funny? Because it was not. Not only was the DEA on our ass but the Vasquez Cartel, too. Tough sonsabitches."
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"Alright. You ever hear of the NWH? Private military started by a cowboy, and ended by that same one after getting 150,000 people in 15 years?"
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"I did. I had a friend in CEEEDYETICA. Told me about it."
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"Which one? I likel- screw that, I do know em. Who?"
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"The other Sawyer, my cousin twice removed. Not any of the other Sawyer's, not my brother, not my uncle, not my step-brother. My cousin twice removed."
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"Oh yeah, that little shit. Asshole burned my duster. Anyways, so I was the cowboy in charge there. I started the PMC, and worked them up to be a force to be reckoned with. And then, they cast me out, along with my family, And my generals, Diana and Jess. So j flew there with my brother in law, blew up the base, and escaped by helicopter full of weaponry! Still got s crate of guns and ammo back at the Avalon"
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"Nice. He died, by the way."
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"How?"
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"In San Diego. Not really sure how."
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"Oh, I know how. Kinetic Orbital Strike, an invasion, 250ft tall Jaegers... A lot of shit"
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"Yeah. Hayabusa, right?"
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"Yeah. Motherfūckers nearly killed me and my kids"
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"Damn. I'm sorry."
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"It's alright, me, them, and the wife all got away"
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"Wow. Where are they now?"
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"New York city, at the moment"
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"Ah. A great place. You should visit them."
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"Eventually I will"
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"Good to hear."
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"Indeed" [b]he says, standing, and walking to the gate[/b] "I'll be right back"
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"Sure." Sawyer continues eating.
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[b]He goes to the gate and leaves, and you hear a feint grunting, and the sound of an arrow hitting something fleshy[/b]
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Sawyer rubs his stomach and smiles.
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[b]The noises continue[/b]
