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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/18/2016 10:09:21 PM
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[b][i]The man shook his head.[/i][/b]
"Delivery. Anonymous request sent to the dojo."
[b][i]He shrugged, pulling an envelope from his light beige delivery bag, which he kept on his right shoulder. He handed JT the envelope.[/i][/b]
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The cowboy opened the envelope with a perplexed look that crossed his face, as he read the contents inside.
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[b][i]Inside the envelope, is, of course, a letter.[/i][/b] [i]Digital Dojo, A request for supplies; •50,000 .44 bullets •1,000 .44 Magnums •1 ton of C4 •Detonator •3 Boeing AH-64 Apache Helicopters •5 Phalanx Sentry Turrets Please meet at warehouse 558 of Binard City at midnight tonight for a hefty price in exchange for these items. -Anonymous[/i]
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"What the hell..." JT asked himself as he radioed in the spplies needed to his PMC, who undoubtedly had the resources needed. And so he went to the warehouse by taking his custom transport heli over.
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Edited by Cazberry Pie: 8/19/2016 12:35:55 AM[b][i]At the warehouse, about 50 strangely dressed men and woman stood around. They wore red robes, and dragon masks. Some were already armed, and they were just waiting around. >Drop in and begin the exchange >Carefully listen in on their conversations[/i][/b]
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"Diana, keep your team on standby, I've got a bad feeling." JT said into his comms unit, as he leaned against a wall to eavesdrop.
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"[i]Midnight, right?[/i]" "[u]That's right.[/u]" "[i]We still have 5 hours.[/i]" "[u]Correct.[/u]" "[i]Run through the plan once more.[/i]" [b][i]The other man sighed. It seemed as though he had done this many times already.[/i][/b] "[u]We get the supplies. We pay the money. Tomorrow, at midnight, we wait with all our weaponry. Helicopter pilots will be on standby. We're expecting everything the dojo has to be coming over to fetch their ice dragon, hopefully with their void dragon's head. We get the head, we give them the ice dragon. Then we give the pilots the signal, and they start their engines. We give those dojo people everything we've got, and we're gonna get a hella lot from this delivery.[/u]"
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"Diana, get ready, mission's changed and I need an Infiltrator." JT calmly said to his earpiece, as Diana made way for him. She wore a sequin red dress that fit her hourglass figure perfectly, which in turn increased her sex appeal. She had a green bladed sword resting on her back but it and the strap were rendered invisible by her nanite armour that cloaked the weapon, and with that she entered the room. This was something she beat JT in: Extracting information from whoever she needed to get it from.
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[b][i]They continued to speak.[/i][/b] "[i]Why do I feel like something's gonna go wrong?[/i]" "[u]No clue; it's a flawless plan. The amount of weaponry we're gonna get from this is enough to annihilate Binard City.[/u]
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When she walked up to the men she gave a charming smile to the men before speaking. "Hello, you're the clients?"
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[b][i]The man looked her over, blushing slightly.[/i][/b] "[i]E-eh? I mean.... Y-yeah. We're the clients.[/i]"
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"Well, I've got your shipment and your fantasies, which did you want first?" Diana asked as a seductive tone laced her British accent. She figured that luring one to a secluded location would allow her to trade off his outfitting to JT after killing one.
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"[i]Uhh.....[/i]" [b][i]The man shifted awkwardly, looking around. He finally looked back towards Diana, motioning towards an abandoned warehouse besides the one they were in.[/i][/b]
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"Lead the way."
