There was a screeching sound as what appeared to be an abnormally large alligator fled from the light, glaring at her from the shadows as it hissed.The flashlight seemed to frighten more than rats down there.Signs were plastered up on the wall, as well as gang signs and tags from the various Punk organizations that operated in the Old City."Oi love, what chu doin out here all on ya lonesome?" A male voice spoke in a thick Australian accent."Lovely thing like you could get all torn up down here aye?" the man said, stepping out of a side tunnel."The names Felch, pleasure to meet you" he said, extending his hand.
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He ducked as the shot ripped the mans head from his shoulders."Jesus H. man, are you trying to hit me?!" he shouted at the drunkard, it had been a lucky shot that narrowly missed his head, singeing his hair.His fingers ran along the side of his face to make sure it was still there as he hopped up onto the truck."She's headed to the Old City, the Parliament building there is home to a group of Punks, not to mention It's well stocked.If we're going to start any sort of Resistance It's there.Do you know of any entrances?" he shouted over the chaos.
His knowledge of corporate weapons was extensive as he went through the list of forms on the rifle.Mako industries designed multi purpose weapons that ran off one universal type of ammo."Bolt action, Machinegun, Railgun, Ion Cannon....ahh!.Flamethrower" he said, settling on a type.Pressing the button the gun changed formats and shape until he was baring a large weapon, lit pilot light on the end.He rested one foot on the edge of the vehicle as he began to hose down the tightly packed squads of corporate men, setting them ablaze as they rode along.
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He ducked as the shot ripped the mans head from his shoulders."Jesus H. man, are you trying to hit me?!" he shouted at the drunkard, it had been a lucky shot that narrowly missed his head, singeing his hair.His fingers ran along the side of his face to make sure it was still there as he hopped up onto the truck."She's headed to the Old City, the Parliament building there is home to a group of Punks, not to mention It's well stocked.If we're going to start any sort of Resistance It's there.Do you know of any entrances?" he shouted over the chaos.
His knowledge of corporate weapons was extensive as he went through the list of forms on the rifle.Mako industries designed multi purpose weapons that ran off one universal type of ammo."Bolt action, Machinegun, Railgun, Ion Cannon....ahh!.Flamethrower" he said, settling on a type.Pressing the button the gun changed formats and shape until he was baring a large weapon, lit pilot light on the end.He rested one foot on the edge of the vehicle as he began to hose down the tightly packed squads of corporate men, setting them ablaze as they rode along.