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[color=steelblue]“HEY, SCOTT! I DON’T THINK WE’RE ALONE HERE!”[/color] Elysia shouted as she quickened her pace. [i][color=maroon]Crap.[/color][/i] John was caught. He pulled out his Silenced 10mm Pistol, loading it silently and aiming it carefully for the Enclave soldier's fuel tank, before coming out of the shadows. [color=maroon]"Now,"[/color] He grumbled, his gas mask making his voice considerably deep, [color=maroon]"let's make this nice and easy. I don't wanna hurt anybody today, I'm just looking to get my honest share of caps out here."[/color] The American in his British accent occasionally bled through, but he kept it under control with a quick clearing of his throat. [color=maroon]"As you can see, I've got my gun aimed at your friend's fuel tank. You step one place out of line, I fire. And you, Scott,"[/color] He smirked at the fact he knew their names, [color=maroon]"don't go trying to use that old flamethrower of yours."[/color]

He took a few steps towards them, his pistol constantly aimed at the fuel tank. [color=maroon]"Right, change of plan. Scott, you carefully put your weapons down, and I won't put a bullet in you and your escort's skulls. Same for you, Elysia. Weapons down and this will be nice and easy. After all, I don't think any of us want to get hurt."[/color]

(Sorry that it's so short, I'm just balancing things right now)