Tom
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The giant ID-SOL walked the streets, his heavy footsteps ringing on the metal sewage grates.
"I'm thirsty as hell."
The neon light to Larry's General invited the hulking man. He smacked his lips in anticipation.
"I fucking need a drink after that fiasco earlier."
His thoughts travelled back to the disaster that was the mansion investigation. His buddies were all injured and Wazu had to be checked in to the hospital. But the ID-SOL made sure that his friend was treated without charge. Connections and muscle have a great way of working together.
"Still, they're really good at what they do. We found ourselves a good group this time, didn't we? Wait... who the fuck am I talking to?"
He let our a bellowing laugh as he opened the door to the general store.
"Good thing nobody was around to hear that smarmy shit... I'd have..."
The ID-SOL's eyes widened in the split second that he saw the decapitated head of Larry staring at him from the counter.
Click.
The explosion could be heard from miles away.
"I'm thirsty as hell."
The neon light to Larry's General invited the hulking man. He smacked his lips in anticipation.
"I fucking need a drink after that fiasco earlier."
His thoughts travelled back to the disaster that was the mansion investigation. His buddies were all injured and Wazu had to be checked in to the hospital. But the ID-SOL made sure that his friend was treated without charge. Connections and muscle have a great way of working together.
"Still, they're really good at what they do. We found ourselves a good group this time, didn't we? Wait... who the fuck am I talking to?"
He let our a bellowing laugh as he opened the door to the general store.
"Good thing nobody was around to hear that smarmy shit... I'd have..."
The ID-SOL's eyes widened in the split second that he saw the decapitated head of Larry staring at him from the counter.
Click.
The explosion could be heard from miles away.