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9 hours ago · Perhaps as word of him being the mole begins to spread some former high-ranking Citadel officials will come knocking on Mason's door. This could be an interesting dynamic to play with for both the characters in-universe as well as the audience as Mason's intentions and motivations are constantly being questioned.
Meanwhile Wash and Carolina make it as they help them get on until one takes shot at Caboose and Wash pushes him and gets shot in the Neck as Doc covers him and Grenade is thrown knocking them down as Wash is slowly losing consciousness and Doc shields him before getting shot multiple times and grabs Wash throwing him into the ship as Caboose ...
John was back on his feet, his face as cold as stone. He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me past Rachel. She had dropped to her hands and knees, the noises she was making would stick with me forever. Blood poured freely from between her fingers as she gurgled for air. My ears were ringing and my head was so clouded I couldn’t focus.
John was back on his feet, his face as cold as stone. He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me past Rachel. She had dropped to her hands and knees, the noises she was making would stick with me forever. Blood poured freely from between her fingers as she gurgled for air. My ears were ringing and my head was so clouded I couldn’t focus.
9 hours ago · And to Redmond, campaigning door to door is not only an inconvenience to the candidate; it’s also an annoyance to the constituent. “People are private here in a rural environment,” the Supervisor insisted. They don’t like people coming to their door, distracting them, and seeking their signature.
9 hours ago · Moving like a viper, his elbows connected with three more mercenaries in quick succession, knocking them out with powerful and precise strikes on their jaws. The mercenaries fall like leaves in Falls with every movement delivered by the black-suited vigilante, without a single joke uttered.
9 hours ago · His words slap you in the face, knocking your brain from your skull. Before it crawls back in enough to register the shame and indignation flashing through you, Uzui rounds the corner, the large jug hanging off his hand. “Been a while, old man.” “Uzui. You’ve yet to take my advice.” “I told you, retiring for no reason isn’t my ...
