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Chapter Five: Retribution
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Calypsa comes down to the others, as the autopilot brings them into a loading bay. “Any OGA officers here will be in disguise, so no. If we go looking for them, our cover is blown. Worry about Matt. Besides, we will have worse problems than the OGA down here. Now, everyone go to the wall cabinets. I’ve 3-D printed some outfits for us, so get dressed and blend in. Nothing too clean. These people pride themselves on a ruggedness.” Calypsa pulls some jeans, boots, and a button-up flannel shirt, as well as a large brimmed hat from a nearby panel, and proceeds to put them on in another room. She then comes back out, grabs a revolver from the armory, and waits for the others near the boarding ramp. “Stay armed! A weapon less man is a dead man here!”
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Jack looked to his side, seeing the girl with bright-pink hair and strange colored eyes. Whatever, humans nowadays have crazy fashion. He raised himself from the table, drunk and frowning at her.
“How old are you?” He mumbled, running his hand through his tangled hair, realizing he had fallen asleep.
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Her eyes flicked over to him from where she was ordering a drink from a tablet menu. “How old are you?” She shot back, her tone sounding a bit guarded though her face was expressionless.
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*Pandora put on her disguise and re strapped her sword on her back*”I think I can be rude”, she said smiling.
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“Good question.” He said, cracking his neck and stretching.
“Depends on who’s asking.” Jack pulled out a few crumpled dollars, paying for her drink.
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“Rude, yes. Just don’t draw too much attention. We will all meet up at the Central Courthouse. Don’t let anyone think that you’re not a local. One at a time, we go out.” Calypsa lowers the boarding ramp, and waits for who will leave first.
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“hehe”, Pandora giggled as she left the ship, she put her hands behind her head and strolled around trying to act relaxed but in all honesty she was bouncing off the walls in her head with excitement for the mission.
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“Thank you.” She said though the word was foreign in her mouth. The bar tender came with what looked like a large black battery. He punched a hole in the top which let out a steam of fumes before passing it over to her.
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Jack eyed the gross drink, his brow furrowed.
“What is that, new wave shit?” He asked doubtfully, ordering a small clear glass of his own, filled with brown liquid.
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Malice changes into her outfit as well and follows them “How exactly do we act like locals?”
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“Its battery acid.” She grinned slightly at his look of distaste. “Would you like to take a sip? I don’t think it’ll kill you instantly. And who knows, it might be a better death than the one coming at you right now?”
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“Oh. I see.” He said, realizing ‘battery acid’ must be the name of the strange acidic drink.
“I can handle liquor. It takes around thirty-two of these things to get me hammered anyway.” He said, shaking the whiskey.
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“Guessing how I found you asleep here you’ve have crossed over your limit?” She asked, leaning back and smiling her voice filled with humor. “You know, its not good to fall asleep in bars. That’s how people get raped.”
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Jack stared at her, making a face of disgust.
“Was that supposed to be humor? Jesus Christ, kids these days.” <i>Jack got up, walking to the bathroom and leaving the strange woman at the bar.</i>
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She watched with her eyes as he exited the bar to the bathroom, before scanning the bar once more for the other machine that would be looking for Jack. What are the chances of it coming here? She thought to herself, knowing the machine half would do the math for her. 85.5% chance it decided, and Cy took another sip wondering if this drunken man that fit in with the crowd was really worth the trouble.
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