Sawyer sits at a bar at the nearby settlement of Erot, drinking a cold... Concoction. It looks purple with red splotches, he drinks it and swallows, barfing under the table.
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[b][i]He walks over to you.[/i][/b] "Makes me miss home." He says, laughing, and you see he has his custom MK41 and a duffle bag.
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"That stuff survived the crash?"
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"Yeah, surprisingly. This rifle is pretty durable." He says [b][i]You don't know what's in the duffle bag, or what the hell it is. It's been seen under his bed with his stuff, and a file[/i][/b]
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"What's in the duffle? Porno mags?"
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"No. A project that I had finished just before the crash. I need a medic or surgeon though."
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"I know a guy that can help with that..."
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"Is he an actual surgeon or medic? Because this could seriously -blam!- me up if installed wrong."
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"His name is Bard, and he's damn good at what he does."
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"Is he here right now or..."
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"Just a short ride from here."
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"Well, let's go then. If you want to, that is."