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1/9/2016 5:01:38 PM
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[i]She walks into the town, going into a bar, where a man in a brown duster and cowboy hat sits at the counter, drinking away at a whiskey, and the lady sits beside him, on his right[/i]
"Hey JT"
"Janice, who's your friend?"
[spoiler]who else would I trust with the NWH but JT?[/spoiler]
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"I'm a guy from the military organization you ditched," he says, "and I'd like to know if [i]you[/i] know where that organization is. Fireteam November."
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"Pal, I ain't saying shit unless you're NWH or fn. even then, I barely tell shit to my NWH"
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"God fuçking dammit..." he says, raising a palm to his face. "Well thanks for the big help, buddy." He then turns stubbornly and walks to the door of the saloon to leave, his cloak trailing in the air behind him.
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((End))
