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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 7:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 7:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 7:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 7:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 7:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 8:02 pm
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(Sonofabitch, step away from an RP for a few hours and suddenly the whole damn city is falling apart haha.)
Jon walked alongside the girl with the mechanical arm, who seemed more than a bit nervous. He couldn't really blame her, they were moving pretty slowly, but they were also well defended, so he didn't see a problem with it. He quietly pulled out his headphones and turned on some music to keep his calm. He didn't have to hear what was being said to understand what was happening.
The other soldiers in the team all seemed to be different in their own ways, he could sense a different.... aura.... coming from each one. 'No,' Jon thought, 'it's not an aura as much as their body language. They each have a killer instinct, but they're all focusing on a different aspect of the environment. Whoever they are, they're true professionals.'
The next song started to play and Jon kept walking, his M9 at his side and the world around seeming far away.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:09 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:24 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:31 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:36 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:42 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:47 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:53 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:02 am
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