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| The Baroness; Space Station above Verbena | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 11 2012, 04:59 AM (37,505 Views) | |
| PMD14 | Oct 30 2013, 10:30 AM Post #541 |
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There was no way the man could have known the hell his old friends were running through at that very moment, explosions and death and hastily exchanged bullets. It was all another world away, a distant echo of chaos in the background of an otherwise dull evening on board the dubious skyplex. As a few more regulars - local engineers, by the looks of it - took their leave from the bar, a new face appeared by the door. He was handsome, quite a large unit of a man, kind eyes quietly surveying the place before he entered. It was hard to tell whether he was looking for someone or something specifically, nor whether he had found it. With a friendly smile on his face, though, the stranger headed for the bar. A half dozen stools down from where Jack sat the man leaned against the polished wood, palms flat, and gave the tender a wink. "Just a tonic with lime. Please." She smiled and obliged, the stranger turning on the spot and leaning against the bar as he continued surveying the mostly empty main room. There was a light about him, that smile that never dropped from his face and that air of happiness that made him seem to glow - a character quite out of place in a den of thieves such as this.
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| Jack Wolf | Oct 30 2013, 11:08 AM Post #542 |
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Wolf watched as the new man entered, gazing through the eyes of his training. Sizing him up in his head, as any in his position would do. The way the man walked, the bounce in his step. The smile that seemed to be almost omnipresent, and seemingly shined sincerity, very strange things for a place like this. Almost to strange to tell the truth. Wolf didn’t understand how a man like that, had not been robed blind or left in alley bleeding. This bar alone was not filled with some of the nicest people in the verse, aside from the regulars that probably worked close by, or simply had to walk pass this bar on their way home. Let alone the fact that this was not the nicest section of the old space station, more of a veritable din of iniquity. His size was surely a variable factor, which would scare some of the lesser villains away. Though there were some rather brutish and large cut throats walking the hallways at this late hour. Wolf’s weapons were a strong reason why he didn’t have to deal with them, and even if he had his skills would have made them think twice about trying again. This man on the other hand, Wolf almost wanted to know the mans secret to that kind of happiness. A slight nod of greeting was all the notice Wolf gave if the man looked in his direction, before returning to his cigarette and scotch. Edited by Jack Wolf, Oct 30 2013, 11:13 AM.
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| PMD14 | Oct 30 2013, 11:36 AM Post #543 |
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The man caught Wolfe's eye, smiling and returning the nod, though Jack could feel the strangers eyes surveying him even after he'd turned back to his drink. Sizing him up, just the way Jack had done previously. Clearly not a first timer. The bartender arrived with the strangers drink and he tossed a few neatly folded, crisp bills onto the counter top as he took the glass in hand. "My thanks, dear. And I gotta ask, has any official boat come in yet? you know, a Fed vessel? I know a guy, we were gunna catch a drink during his stop over." The final sentence was added as an afterthought, almost like a rehearsed alibi. The young girl stood there for a moment thinking, oblivious to the hidden intentions in the handsome strangers voice, but Jack caught on quick enough. Something was amiss. "I think there was a patrol or somethin' coming in down on C Deck. Regular bunch, e'ry few weeks." She had a thick accent and a flirtatious smile to boot, as if trying to figure out why the man was more focused on an incoming vessel than he was the attractive young girl serving him. |
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| Jack Wolf | Oct 30 2013, 12:12 PM Post #544 |
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That special operations sixth sense throttled its engine forward, picking up speed in the back of Wolf’s mind. It was a hard sensation to explain, the sudden feeling of being watched, studied, like the subtle tickle of a dry wind sweeping past the hair on your arms. Ian would have said death had taken notice of him once again had he been there, even Jack felt the ever so gentle chill that the, feeling?, sensation?, or whatever you called it sent up his spine. If he wasn’t as controlled, as well trained as he was, he would have let a sigh slip past his lips. -Three months, eight days, nine hours, fifteen minutes, and forty three seconds- The thought slipped through his mind, -not killing anyone, it’s a new record, I really hope I don’t have to end the streak today.- Then he heard the man ask about the boat, the lie that followed. Oldest recon trick in the book, Wolf had used in more than once. Pretty young bartender, dive bar, drunks talked. That girl probably knew everything there was to know in this station, yet she didn't see the wolf for his fleece coat. The only sign that Jack had even caught onto the little blazing neon sign, was a ever so slight raise of his ear. Almost like the animal that was his namesake catching a sound or scent on the wind. Again had in not been for his control, he would have sighed and dropped his head. Instead he simply took another drink draining the rest of the glass and motioned toward the tender for a refill. As he brought the cigarette back to his lips and held it there, while he activated the screen of his wrist PDA. Acting like he was doing something as simple as sending a text cortex wave. In truth he was pulling up the docking reports, looking for the tail tail signs of an alliance transport. He just hoped it wasn’t something he would have to worry about, which this being Jack Wolf, he most likely wouldn’t get his wish. Edited by Jack Wolf, Oct 30 2013, 12:19 PM.
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| PMD14 | Oct 30 2013, 12:28 PM Post #545 |
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"Thanks again... might be the one I'm waiting on." The man gave the young woman another wink and then turned his back as she moved down to bar towards Wolfe to refill his drink. The stranger didn't seem to act on this new intel he'd gained, instead just relaxing back against the bar and seemingly zoning in on one of the screens nearby that was flashing news updates from the planet below. Maybe Jack had picked it wrong? Was this just a man waiting to meet up with an old friend? The system that stored all the Tier 5 information on the station - that is, the information that's not high priority, but still worthy of encryption - was never a match for a man of Wolfe's background. He quickly logged on and checked the comings and goings of the station. Low and behold, there it was; due in for docking in two minutes was the Galiano, an Alliance patrol boat tasked to keeping an eye on local situations around Verbena. Crew of six, though their identities at this point were still beyond Jack's reach, and not registered to be holding any cargo of interest. Just a patrol boat doing its run. |
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| Jack Wolf | Oct 30 2013, 12:51 PM Post #546 |
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Jack quickly shut off the program after erasing his tracks and checking to see is the ship had a regular birth, he was starting to think that just maybe his old suspicions were just the result of his old life leaving its mark a little too deep in his soul. Shutting off the device he wanted to just sit a wait, maybe someone would reply to his wave and he would be off the station shortly. Though he couldn’t shake the feeling something was up, it clung to him like a scared kitten seeking protection from a barking dog. Its claws just a little too deep in his skin, finally his choice was made almost like he had no choice at all. As the woman brought his drink to him, he handed her the money and slid another generous tip into the decanter. He downed the drink, and stood butting out the cigarette in the ashtray at the bar. He headed for the door, pausing briefly in the entrance hall to the bar. Just out of sight enough to quickly pull the 45 and rack the slide back enough to make sure the chamber was hot, and drop the clip to assure himself of a full load before clicking it back in place and sliding it back into its home. Just in case, was his reasoning, the only reason to truly had. He moved back into the hallways of the space station and headed for the docking ring. There were always vendor stalls close to the ship births, and the vendors were normally manning them twenty four seven. Even feds liked to spend cred when they got off their ships, it was universal. Shaving cream, razors, everyone need something when they hit dock. Wolf could just mingle around the stalls window shopping and watching when the ship docked, if a crew member headed this way, he would follow. If it was just two buddies catching up, well, all was shiny with the verse, and he could go back to relaxing. Edited by Jack Wolf, Oct 30 2013, 12:55 PM.
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| PMD14 | Nov 1 2013, 09:01 AM Post #547 |
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The system hadn't lied - by the time Jack reached the outer circuit and started walking down the aisles of stores, the tell tale signs of a ship docking further down the way signaled the arrival of the expected Fed patrol boat. A few moments later, once docking procedures had occurred, the six man crew walked out of one of the airlocked hallways, right on cue. While the foot traffic was at a minimal at this hour, it didn't take much for the Wolf to remain inconspicuous as the six man crew went by. They seemed to be headed for the bar, all chatting amongst themselves about some freighter they'd pulled up on the way over. Each was wearing their uniform, sidearms by their hips and clean cut military hairstylings to boot. They were all relatively young, greenhorns out on their first run most like. Even the Captain seemed to be only in his early thirties, leading the small group down the hall with tight lips. As quickly as they'd arrived the six uniformed men disappeared down the curving hall, seemingly headed for a quiet drink. |
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| Jack Wolf | Nov 1 2013, 10:40 AM Post #548 |
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Wolf stayed subtle blending in with the smaller crowd as the six man group went past, simply watching their reactions. They were young that was for sure, seeing how they walked, he certainly hoped they weren’t on official business. If so the only thing done right were the tight lines they kept, not one of them seemed to watching sight lines as they moved. Just before they got out sight, Wolf picked up a gray fedora off the rack he was at, handing the old half asleep vendor the cash. He slipped the hat onto his head, pulling the brim low enough he could hide his face if he needed, he broke from his position and set after the men matching their leisurely pace and keeping them just in sight. He followed, while the back of his mind was finally starting to relax a bit. Maybe the lie was for a simple reason, who knows they could actually be friends; maybe he is just paying the young captain a bribe. Common for smugglers, bribe them to look the other way for their ship. If you had the money, it was way the hell easier than running; and much easier than trying to run. He would just keep them in sight, if they enter that bar, if would simply follow them in and stay inconspicuous, while getting close enough to hopefully over hear the conversation. More curiosity at this point than anything else, after all it all seemed to be normal so far, Wolf just kept asking himself; why the lie. Edited by Jack Wolf, Nov 1 2013, 10:47 AM.
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| PMD14 | Nov 1 2013, 11:08 AM Post #549 |
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Tailing not to far behind the group, Wolf soon found himself re-entering the same bar as the officers made their way to a corner to find a table - it was rehearsed, their arrival, something they'd done many times before. Pure regulars. The man at the bar, the one who'd been standing only a short way from Jack earlier, was nowhere to be seen now. Standing there confused near the entrance, Wolf scanned the place twice before feeling assured that his quarry had already left the bar. There was no sign of him. Then the voice in his ear. "Not looking to make things difficult for me, are you?" The man was behind him, seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and he spoke calmly and quietly so that no passerbys would hear. Across the room four of the officers had taken a seat, joking amongst themselves, while the two youngest headed to the bar for drinks. |
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| Jack Wolf | Nov 1 2013, 11:39 AM Post #550 |
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Wolf walked in quietly behind the officers, watched as they went through their little ritual. Something done so many times before, to them it was like the muscle memory of Wolf drawling his gun. Second nature, you didn’t even have to think about, hell if need be it might happen on its own. He reached up adjusting the hat as he scanned the bar, big tall and handsome was gone, though that certainly made things easier. Wolf could simply relax, drink, and wait for some captain to reply to his cortex wave. He had just been getting ready to sit down, when the voice appeared behind him, it was then that he actually sighed letting the mask slip away ever so slightly for the first time. ~Not really.~ Was all the response he gave as he removed his hand from his hat and let it drop to his side, resting on the grip to his pistol. ~Long as you ain’t gonna hurt anybody, I don’t give a gorram rats ass, bout any uh yer bloody plans~ Wolf spoke as he turned his head slightly to look in the man in the eyes. ~You do plan to, or hurt anybody, my record be damned, you die where you stand.~ The cold look of the killer slipped into Wolf’s eyes, that deathly chill that comes with a threat that can be not only backed up, but says the man really wouldn’t give a second thought about doing it. ~Unless you have a good enough reason, one of those pups raped a sister uh yours or somthin, by all means kill away~ Wolf said as he broke the gaze and started to walk towards the bar again, there was no threat in his actions. Hell if that man gave him a reason like that Wolf would let them do whatever he wanted, in truth he didn’t really care; didn’t even know why he acted in the first place. He has no stake in this, and it sure wasn’t some misguided need to protect anyone like he let it seem to be, curiosity was the only reason the old wolf could even come up with. Edited by Jack Wolf, Nov 1 2013, 11:44 AM.
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| PMD14 | Nov 1 2013, 02:24 PM Post #551 |
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There was a tense silence, the knowledge of the handgun in the strangers hand keep Jacks wits on edge. Finally, though, the tall man smiled and broke into a short chuckle, shaking his head, and pat Wolf on the shoulder. "Mistook you for a different type. My apologies." The gun was back in the back of the mans pants then, hidden from sight and quite informal, and he stepped forward to stand side by side with Jack as if they were old friends watching over the room. The two young Feds were on their way back from the bar now, half a dozen bottles in hand, and it looked like their night was just getting started. "Trust me... folk get hurt tonight, they deserved it. You won't go causing undue trouble, though... something tells me it's not your way." The man didn't leave, though, idling near Jack as if waiting to see what might happen next. Waiting for something, that was sure. The air of superfluous relaxation was back to his demeanor and there was no indication that the stranger was armed and dangerous. He was just.... waiting. |
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| Jack Wolf | Nov 1 2013, 02:45 PM Post #552 |
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~Feds making enemies ain’t exactly news kid~ Wolf said as the man stepped up to stand beside him, he glanced up and looked at the man. So quick to move back to his act as if nothing was wrong with the world, Wolf almost wanted to know how he did that. He carefully relaxed his hand, releasing the grip of the 45 at his side. Hidden gun, he thought as he looked at the man, I may be a liar, least I keep my gun so everybody can see it. He thought to himself as he turned his gaze away from the man and scanned the group of feds, taking in their features and easy demeans, god only knew what evil those kids had done; Wolf knew enough to know that most feds were criminals. On the take, using their position to get over on honest folk, very few were in it for the right reason, least this far out. On the true core planets there were feds that just wanted to do their jobs, but this, this was the black, be it on a station or not. And the black, well; not the nicest place in the verse. ~’long as none of these innocent hard workin folk, fall in the middle uh you plan to hurt those feds, it don’t concern me none.~ Wolf said as he looked back to the man, reaching up once again to adjust his hat. ~I am just lookin to get back out in the verse, maybe find some old friends. What happens to some crooked feds don’t concern me, long as you ain’t lookin to make some big score; well they must a done somethin to incur your wrath.~ Wolf let his hand fall down and reach into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and putting it his lips and then lighting it. He pulled the heavy smoke into his lung, and pushed it back out through his nasal passage, the smoke billowing in a cloud from his nose. ~Let me just say this kid, revenge don’t make you feel better, and if that’s what this is; one uh these years you will regret it. Take it from an old wolf, what you do with it; that's up to you.~ With that Jack walked back to the bar and ordered another scotch. Edited by Jack Wolf, Nov 1 2013, 02:51 PM.
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| PMD14 | Nov 1 2013, 03:57 PM Post #553 |
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The man went to respond, but Jack was already walking away, leaving the stranger with a perplexed look on his face. He smiled, shaking his head, before casually following behind and pulling up a position beside Wolf at the bar. He checked over both shoulders, as if the pair might have been under surveillance, and then ordered himself another tonic water and lime. "Ain't nothing to do with revenge... moreso, business. Funny you go callin' them crooked, though. Damn pity most folk don't see people for what they are." He halted there, the bartender smiling as she delivered their drinks. Only once she was out of earshot did the stranger continue, a charismatic salesman smile on his face. "Funny thing is, you said you were looking to the Black. Any place you're headed, or... just flyin'?" He eyed Jack's gun before continuing. "I mean, I had some business to attend to here, but I was never that excited about taking care of it all on my own. Maybe we're headed the same place." |
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| Jack Wolf | Nov 1 2013, 04:17 PM Post #554 |
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~Other than thinkin bout lookin up some old friends I ran with a while back, guess I am just flyin.~ Wolf said taking a drink of the scotch, enjoying the burn of the amber liquid as it swam down his throat. The more the man sat and thought about it, he really was thinking about looking up Ian and the Glory crew; see what they had been into. He slightly grinned to himself, bet they were as they always were, running into trouble around every corner. Was it strange that the only place Jack Wolf ever felt normal, was in the middle of a fire fight, life hanging in the balance; each breath closer to possible death than the last. Then the man spoke about possibly working together, Jack wasn’t against it per-say, though he did not know the man any more than he knew the girl behind the bar. A means to an end wouldn’t be such a bad thing, as long as the man didn’t turn on him, thought if did it would be the last mistake he ever made. He looked at the man, looking into his eyes, as he chewed around on the idea in his head; could always use a little extra untraceable money he supposed. Finally he nodded lightly to the man, taking another drink of his scotch. ~Suppose I could help you out a little, long as the pay is good, and it gets me off this station.~ He said as he held out his hand to the man, a grin spreading across his face as the look on his face turned almost playful. Like the look a cat gave a mouse just as it let the creature go so it could run again, the play of the hunt almost more enjoyed then the kill. ~Names Jack Wolf~ He sated simply as he held out his hand more so the man to shake. ~Whats yours?~ Edited by Jack Wolf, Nov 1 2013, 04:21 PM.
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| PMD14 | Nov 5 2013, 11:22 AM Post #555 |
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"That a boy." The man patted Jack on the back, taking a sip of his own drink. "No doubt we could look up your friends down the track, yeah? After all's done and said." He gave that same smile again, glancing around the bar casually, surveying the scene. The six officer were all back to their table, seated and talking and laughing and drinking. None the wiser. Definitely not old friends of this man. "You can call me James, for now. That'll do." He winked, as if there was some fun game at hand. "Listen, Jack... do you know how to fly? How to navigate?" The question seemed loaded, as if 'James' was about to kick something into motion, though everything about the man seemed tranquil to the untrained eye. |
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| Jack Wolf | Nov 5 2013, 05:11 PM Post #556 |
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Jack raised an eyebrow at the man's question, the hair on his arms rising ever so slightly. This man was strange to say the least, Wolf could not help wonder what was going on inside the man's head. The way he seemed so nonchalant, even though with his question he was obviously planning something; though the question was, what was he planning. That was something that Wolf could not answer yet, it was all rather strange to say the least. Though for now Wolf would just go along, curiosity tickled at the back of his mind; that nagging question. Just what was he up to? Wolf let his companion mask slip into place, as he gave a warm smile. "I can do both, don't expect anything to fancy. Not exactly a fighter pilot, but I can get from a to b without trouble." He said taking another long drag from the cigarette before forcing the smoke from his lungs and into the air. Still wandering what the game was, what run this man was playing. Thief, Con Artist, Smuggler, perhaps a fed or cop on the take, agent, Wolf could not figure out what the man was. |
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| PMD14 | Nov 6 2013, 08:24 AM Post #557 |
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"Mr Wolf..." That smile again as the 'James' downed the rest of his drink, leaning against the bar, "... I think we might be able to help one another." With that, he nodded over to where the Feds were seated. One of them, the older man who had seemed to be leading the bunch, was just rising to his feet. A few seconds passed and Jack confirmed it looked as if the officer was headed to the washrooms. A hand rested on his shoulder. "That's my cue. Meet me by the stall where you got that... ridiculous... hat. Five minutes. Be ready." That was all the large man said before dusting off his shirt and walking off across the room, tailing the officer towards the bathrooms. It was afoot... whatever it was. |
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| Jack Wolf | Nov 6 2013, 09:24 AM Post #558 |
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Wolf watched as the man walked off, and sighed lightly to himself, as he reached and took the hat from his head, setting it on the bar. He stood and slid another tip into the decanter, then turned on his heels and walked out of the bar. Slipping into the quiet hallways of the station as he moved back toward the stall where he had previously bought the hat he had left behind. "Why do I feel like I may end up shooting my way out of this station with feds hot on my heels?" He asked himself as he moved through the quite halls, he stopped briefly, pulling the rented locker key from his pocket. He unlocked the locker that the key belonged to and pulled his bag from it slinging it over his back, he then took out the assault rifle releasing the magazine from the weapon and giving it a once over, before sliding it back into place and racking the bolt back. He placed the rifle in its carry case and zipped it halfway closed, just in case he should need the weapon, and slipped the case of his shoulder. Then once again slipped into the hallways and moved back toward the stall, this was it or so it appeared. For good or ill, he was now in this; whatever this was. So would it prove to be a nice slow and simple endeavor, or would Wolf have to release the shackles on his skills once again? He hoped for the former, though knowing his own history, knowing just how those skills he took no pleasure in, became as refined as they were. Knowing all this, the man could not help but doubt his luck; the cold killer would show his self again. Wolf knew that. The question was only, when? |
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| PMD14 | Nov 6 2013, 09:43 AM Post #559 |
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Minutes went by, the entire station seemingly quivering in anticipation, and the only sound was the quiet footfalls of a few station crew passing by and the occasional grunt from the man who'd stood at the stall, leaning on a small stool half asleep. Otherwise it was dead quiet, the din of the bar drowned out by the silence of the long hallway. After a few minutes there came some shouting and the sound of something jogging down the metal hallway. Seconds later the stranger appeared, keeping a somewhat leisurely pace, smiling in greeting to Jack as he got closer. In one hand he had a small compact handgun. In the other... well, he had a hand. Someone's hand, cut at the wrist quite elegantly and dripping blood. "Best get moving, eh?" There was no reference to the hand, as if there was nothing out of character about the situation, but the man's arrival was soon followed by shouting and a stampede of heavier footfalls on the metal walkway behind him. 'James' glanced over one shoulder, grin fading, and winced in pain slightly as he did so. "Come on." As he took off, headed for the airlock that the Feds had arrived in, Wolf noticed for the first time the small gash on his new companions chest - a bullet hole, maybe, or a cut. Just a small bloodied wound, slowly seeping through his tee shirt. |
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| Jack Wolf | Nov 6 2013, 10:08 AM Post #560 |
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"What the hell?" Was the only thought that passed through Wolf’s mind as the man showed up, smiling while holding a human hand and small pistol. To which Jack was completely taken of guard, he didn’t really know what it was he had expected; though it was sure to say. A freshly severed, still dripping, human hand, well; that just wasn’t it. No, that was not it at all, not even a little bit close. "I could have just hacked the door!" Jack said in a slightly annoyed voice, as he came to the conclusion that the bloody new addition to the man’s attire, was probably to defeat the bio metrics of the fed ship. Then came the foot falls behind the man as he spoke with that nonchalant smile, which considering what he was holding. Really made Wolf want to punch him, very very hard; and in the face for that matter. Sighing to himself, he quickly followed after the man. While pulling the rifle from its case, his thumb flicking the selector switch into full auto. He placed the weapon to his shoulder and followed after the man, running behind him. |
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