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[h2][color=C24641]Zak[/color][/h2]
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     Zak scoffed, finally finding a dusty joint among the dirt and debris still lingering in his pocket from his landing.[color=C24641] "Aye...all two times 'ave been positively delightful."[/color] Replied the angel, somewhat facetiously. With a sharp breath, Zak blew the joint clean and pinched it at the corner of his mouth. An expression of intrigue crossed Zak's face as Harley spoke of an [i]'asset'[/i] whatever it may be. [color=C24641]"Treasure o' value to tha boss robo lass ye say?"[/color] He managed a subtle grin. Anything of any importance to the queen of Machina herself was bound to be a worthwhile venture. However, skepticism crept in the back of Zak's mind. This girl was still a stranger to him. One who doesn't exactly scream 'trust me!' His thoughts trailed off for a moment as he brought a flaming index finger up to light his joint. [color=C24641]"Well thas' great! So where is it?"[/color] Then suddenly, his brain caught up to him. [color=C24641]"Wait what about ducks?" [/color]

     Chunks of wood and bark from the tree Zak was propped against splintered out, exploding into the air as a the distant snipers searingly fast slug buzzed past his face, singing the tip off his joint as it did. Zak shielded himself from the wooden shrapnel with both hands before ducking down and rolling to the other side of the tree opposite to where the bullet roughly came from. Zak coughed, the taste of gunpowder lingering on the smoke from his joint. [color=C24641]"Fantastic..."[/color] Muttered the angel in a sarcastic tone. He keept his head down, looking at the gash in the tree and where the bullet had continued through to the ground. A couple short moments of silence passed before Zak shot a pressed look back to Harley. [color=C24641]"Well Checkers? Ah never said stop talkin! Where is tha blasted thing? Or things...potentially." [/color]

     Careful not to break cover, Zak quickly looked around, making a few observations to himself as he plotted his path out of this situation. For a moment, he hoped the shooter would forget him and move on. However it dawned on him of how determined and patient snipers could be when it comes to getting their shots off. He could easily end up with a new orifice if he made the wrong move. A thought he wasn't to fond of after coming out of relative retirement. It then dawned on him that these trees aren't bullet proof. [color=C24641]"Also, ye 'ave a mirror?"[/color] Asked Zak, beckoning at Harley with one hand while tucking the other in his coat.

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