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God what a BITCH, she obviously didn't know how freaking crazy this mission could get. [i][color=ed077b]"Listen I don't care if you want to go stealth or whatever... If some flying teams of raiders come up, this .44 ain't going to smoke shit girl. We'll be smoked and you'll - hell, you'd be CORPSED. I'm playing things smart, like always if you haven't noticed."[/color][/i] He adjusted his epic neon tie, it was kind of choking him - perhaps a sign of whats to come. 

They jumped out of light speed on Mars, Zack quickly and professionally brought them to low orbit just like Kirkwood asked. A blockade runner, heh easy for jumping any patrols or cops - besides they were carrying very special cargo - criminals... They dropped to low orbit like a penny hitting the floor. Autopilot and bit of elbow grease and they were ready, comms were open to that Addision fucker - Carter. All he had to do was pick up when Cpt. Kirk called.

[i][color=ed077b]"Rules of the Troye Darcy - TFD for short.

1: Don't dust, muck or FUCK anything up here.
2: Don't speak ill of Troye.
3: Pull your weight...

Fail to follow any of this? Troye will fucking haunt you, and god is he fucking good at that."[/color][/i]

The pilot impatiently tapped his foot, looking over the sensors.

Shit.. Something was SERIOUSLY WRONG - TWISTED.[/center]