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Leaning back in my chair, I sigh and sit up again. "Ain't gonna bs ya, Motley, I been shot in the head in the last twenty-four hours... twice I think... so you just take my opinion with that in mind. But..." I nod, "Fat Man comes with baggage." H…
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I nod, understand pretty well right now that things are comin' to a clash. I hadn't heard about Preen though... dead? I don't want to ask just now. I shake my head, "lemme tell you somethin'" I lean forward, elbow on the table, "the Crüe rides for …
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I laugh, "learned from you, Motley!" I kick under the table to move a chair out a bit for him. "Join me? I'll be stickin' round the Irons a bit more'n average for a while... what's got you burnin' the breeze this mornin?" He does look kind of pleas…
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Good to see. I try to smile at her, my head aches. "Rufe! Yeah, set me up a plate," I guess it shows. "Is it that bad? I got close and personal with some frontie lead this mornin' and... you know? It don't agree with me." I rub a hand through my sh…
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I pause in the doorway, take in the place and let the delicious smell waft through me. I have my ubiquitous helmet in my hand, and just fresh from dropping Esco at Fleece's I've yet to have a chance to clean up and wash the dried blood outta my ha…
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I close the door and shrug, glance out the back glass at it. "Dunno, fix'er up maybe? Sell her for parts if not..." I know my way around a bike, and it would feel good to get back in the saddle, so to speak. I haven't ridden a proper patrol bike s…
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"Huh... well I'll be," I get down and help haul the bike out. "Allright, Esco, hold it!" I imagine the tires ain't any good so I just use the chain to help wrestle the thing into the bed of the pickup. Once it's safely in there and tied down I'll …
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[CINCH] Act under fire cause this is really hard: Cool+2 (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 1, 3. Total: 6) +1 From Esco.
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”Huh,” I slowly approach, unhook a length of chain from the fender and hold on securely as I approach, both to keep myself from getting sucked down, and also to hook the bike and pull it out with the car. I am not planning to spend hours out here…
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I pull to make a wide arc towards the bike, taking my time to put eyes on the sand and any obstructions nearby. Once I've had a good look I roll to a stop nearby, open the door and heads-out to take a gander a what we've got here.
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Serious? "Yeah?" I follow where he's pointing, "I got room in the back if you don't mind lettin' that leg bake another while 'fore seeing the doc." I slow, but don't yet stop, and pull towards it.
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[CINCH] Picking slow down and pick my way forward.
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Ok. I relax, a little. At least I won't have to negotiate passage or something. Sand, I think I can handle. I shift to low gear and proceed slowly. Deal with bad terrain: Cool_2, Vehicle Handling +1 (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 1, 4. Total: 8)
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[CINCH] What's my enemies true position?
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[CINCH] Read the sitch: sharp +1 (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 4, 4. Total: 9)
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Just great. Last thing we need is more trouble just trying to get back to the Irons this morning. "Hey, uh... it's probably nothin' Esco but washed-out roads can be trouble...just keep your head down." I scan the sand from side to side. We've got …
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Yeah. I laugh, then a somber couple moments. "FPS sector chief asked me to kill Dremmer for him... for... don't matter why really. I pretty much told him to fugg off..." I chuckle, wishing I'd handled that more delicately, "And you know... I'd love…
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I listen, feels like I'm being scolded, but also not. He's right about that, being sentenced here for something his mother must have done. Life ain't fair. I gaze out at the brightening horizon as he talks. The rising sun... "You know what, Esco…
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"I aint," I almost snap back, then turns to a smile when I realize he's puttin' me on. Truth is, I haven't been fuggin' as much as I probably should. If you asked I wouldn't be able to explain why. He asks that question and I think on it for a few …
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"I'll make it right!" I get a little defensive, but then soften, "right as I can make it for you... get'cha home... do whatever needs doin' round the Irons..." There's this little heat burning behind my eyes. Stings, but he's right. "I ain't plann…
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Esco's lookin' at me. All messed up there, in pain, but still sharp as a tack and eyes full'o shine. I keep my eyes front, watch the darkness and the pools of light ahead of us. I keep the road in view to my left, can just make out the occasional ol…
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"Heh, you think so?" I turn and look at him, then both hands on the wheel. Offroadin' by dark you can't lose focus. "Can y'imagine me drivin' a proper truck like that?" I've driven a truck, not my preference but it's got wheels and horsepower. "I'd…
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He gets a sad little chuckle outta me. Yeah. I tell the story, what I know of it... "So you know I went up against UF in the arena, s'posed to be a friendly match, me and my old chums, Ace and the Skorps. Who you seem to be more'n a little familia…
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Esco has a way of talking that just.... relaxes the mind. "Esco, if anything I owe you a helluva lot more'n that," I shake my head and try to smile, "I just wanna getcha to the doc." But he can probably tell I'm pretty badly shaken... glad I hav…
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I'm silent for a time, that nervous time when danger is behind but you're not yet sure if the devils lettin' you go. After a couple miles I'm sure they're not on our tail... this truck is noisy, something rattles behind the seats, and the knobby tir…
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[CINCH] Act Under Fire: Cool+2 (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 3. Total: 8)
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I give the others a little head start, then drive to the gate. My ubiquitous helmet on the floor and shades off. Borrowed jacket has me looking at least a little bit less like myself. "Stay outta sight till we're clear of the wall, Esco... I'll get…
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I nod. Heartfelt thanks to the Skorps for being here for me... even if I ain't so good at expressing that shiite... maybe it's for the uh... snatch. "Thanks, Ace. I wouldn't trust hardly nobody else," maybe Joes Girl. Maybe. I climb into my new wh…
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I listen to the report. "Ok... they won't know it's me right away, maybe never figure it out..." I glance around, "Esco can keep outta sight and I'll drive casual unless they get too close... can I uh... borrow a jacket?" My confidence is returni…
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I start to answer Joe's Girl but Ace puts it as well as I ever could, I nod along. See the blood on my palm and wonder how bad it is. Well... I'm standing and I uh... don't reckon I'm dead. "Tell ya what, Ace... if you find a chance to bust my car …