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freelancerchick.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomtownies2005-12-09 01:48 pm
Blood Gulch Arms - Friday
If the shop is open, it has more to do with Tex having forgotten to flip the sign to 'closed' last night than anything else. The chair normally present behind the counter is lying in pieces against the far wall of the shop. Tex herself is squatted down in front of the armoured door, her assault rifle is lying across her knees and her eyes are fixed on the door. She hasn't moved in hours.

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"IwaswonderingifIcoulddoaquickinterviewwithyou!?"
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"What was your job in the UNSC Navy?"
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Screw the money, keep the grenades. Shove it down his throat, he'll be the first to go.
Tex froze, her hands hovering over the pad.
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